442 Ambush

The first batch of the serpents started to crawl out of the lake in numbers—the green and black long, thick bodies slithered towards the Werewolves Realm as though they had awoken from a slumber. It was as if they were looking forward to being satisfied with the food that was awaiting them. They twisted like roller coasters on the ground with no tracks. 

While some marched ahead as the serpents, some shape shifted in human form. An army consisting of serpents and shape-shifters forged ahead in the dark of the night eager to swallow, in a frenzy to kill. 

On this side of the town, Ziu changed his plans slightly. 

The General stood in front of him shaking inside. "Keep a unit of soldiers ready with their modern artillery to ambush a place inside the forest of which I will give you the coordinates."

"Which place?" asked the General. He couldn't imagine how many protocols he was breaking.