Destroy the stronghold

Tazz was lying leisurely in his tent, eating barbecue and quietly waiting for the return of good news.

He had marked those envoys. As long as they died, Tazz would get the news immediately.

Slap!

A sheep leg slammed directly into his face. He sat up abruptly and shook his head, his face full of excitement.

"The good news came so soon!"

"Arctic Tigerfolk, you are finished. You dare to kill the envoys of the Beastman Empire. Now we have enough reason to start a war!"

The death of Grix and his teammates was the best news for Tazz.

Tazz walked out of the tent excitedly and began to shout.

"Guys, the Arctic Tigerfolk dared to frame the envoys of the Beastman Empire. They are simply lawless. I will destroy them today!"

Click!

The sound of a stone landing sounded, just in front of Tazz. He, who was about to make a passionate mobilization, was suddenly stunned, and looked at the stone in front of him suspiciously.