The Arrogance of the Lizardmen

It was almost evening now. The Drondheim soldiers who were waiting outside the palace gate anxiously kept looking at the palace gate.

Although only darkness answered them.

"Ga..." The palace gate opened. Under everyone's astonished gaze, an elven medical soldier stepped out of the porch. Behind him was a group of injured Drondheim soldiers.

Seeing this, the soldiers standing in front of the palace gate hurriedly went forward to support the injured soldiers.

Meanwhile, Comori walked through the crowd and arrived in front of the lizardman.

From the moment he walked out of the palace, he had become a fierce-looking undead warrior in the eyes of the lizardman.

"The people of Drondheim have surrendered to us. Please withdraw your troops," Comori gritted his teeth and said.

This was what Bunduk had told him before he set off. The first choice was to let the lizardmen retreat, and the second choice was to lead them into the palace.