The Black Fang Tribe Chief, Larzak, looked into the Lizardmen troops he had prepared, several hundred of them composed these troops, which were all being forced to fight by the orders of the Scaled God, who desired blood and souls for his wicked goals. He had given everybody a "gift" and also many "strong allies" although such gifts and strong allies were beings made of pure darkness, an abyssal chaos that they couldn't possibly comprehend well, which only made them grow scared of what they were.
The lizardmen were being mildly forced, although many were still driven by revenge, as they wanted to avenge their people that died against these people from this Duchy and also the rest of the Kingdom. Many of them were expecting to impale some heads, and were mostly all quite the wicked warmongers, Larzak had chosen these ones as they seemed to be the most likely to agree to the Scaled God orders, lacking a lot of self-awareness.
Larzak's expressions seemed bitter though, he had been forced to make his men fight for something he didn't even cared for. He had always been seeking the prosperity of his people, and to survive against the powerful monsters that roamed the jungle, but now that the Scaled God govern over them and even their threat that unified them before, the monsters were all being hunted so easily by this entity, there was nothing else the warriors could really do other than obey this dragon and do as he said… and what he said was their rule, and their law.
All lizardmen somehow innately obeyed and praised dragons, for some reason this race was programed this way for whoever actually created them in this world, although strong enough lizardmen were bale to fight against this strange sense of encroachment that they were attacked with when they saw a dragon, many of them were unable to do so, and would often feel assaulted by it as they tried to make any sense of these feelings they were having within their own hearts and minds… Larzak was powerful and intelligent, and he was able to see through this dragon's malice, it was not a virtuous god, but a monster beyond their comprehension… someone they should had never awoken from his slumber, but it was too late now, and they were all below his mercy. Not even Larzak in all his strength could even do a thing.
The lizardmen gathered as these monstrous black slimy creatures walked with them, some had already parasitized their hosts, jumping over them and transforming into armors others fused themselves with weapons and turned them into cursed weapons, and others merged with many monster carcasses and turned into abominable chimeras that obeyed the lizardmen, becoming their mounts… what was happening now was something Larzak had never seen before
Whatever these monsters were, they were not really natural from this environment, they were strange, and had powers even beyond his own comprehension… It was as if they were even otherworldly in nature, from another place completely, not belonging to this world at all…
Larzak looked at these monsters as he grew progressively more concerned about the future ahead, he started to feel regret, even more as he was too strong and "not allowed to fight, as it would be a waste to use such a valuable pawn such as him so early" as the scaled god said, so he would only be able to see off his men as they went to a fight that was merely considered an "experiment" by the scaled god and not even a true war where they had to do everything for their survival.
Was everything just a game for this monster? Larzak couldn't help but despair, as he thought about his wife and his children, he couldn't help but feel enormous despair, if he didn't wanted them to end up becoming a sacrifice for this abomination, he had to do this… even if it was against his own pride, even if it was against anything he ever believed, there was no other way, and certainly no other alternative either.
He wasn't hoping for a savior, or a hero, or anyone, he was just waiting for the best to happen, and for the scaled god to find some sort of mercy on his heart… But even such a hope seemed dim. In the worst-case scenario, he would run away with his family, and using his strength he would protect them, but by doing so, he would also leave all of his people to the mercy of this monster…
But could anyone blame him for wanting to protect his family above others? Everyone would do the same in the end… nonetheless, such desperate times had yet to come, and only uncertainty and an incredible dreadful feeling attacked Larzak's heart as he looked at his troops preparing in the morning of the next day.
"Tonight… They'll march…" He said to a small floating black eye, a familiar of the dragon that could see and hear for him. The Scaled God's eyes and ears were always everywhere, so he could not even talk to his people about what he thought, he was always being watched, and could never act independently.
"Excellent…" Said the Scaled God, within his lair, a malicious and wicked smile emerged on his big draconic jaws, as sharp teeth were shown. H i s eyes shone with bright red light, as his entire body exuded an enormous aura of darkness and abyssal chaos…
"May the holy spirits protect them…" Sighed Larzak internally.
[D a y 258]
Damn, yesterday was very long, I remember doing way too many things, from registering in the adventurer guild, to fighting Ogurr, then going to the dungeon, fighting the slimes, and then the rainbow slime big boss, it was an incredibly long day, it felt like it was never going to end or something… Oh well, now it is the next day and I am quite filled with energies.
