In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Lizardmen

A lizardman soldier hurriedly relayed the message.

"Report, Chief, the pig-headed army has begun its attack. Please give further instructions."

The lizardman leader's aged face was filled with surprise, his eyes wide open.

"How could it be so fast in just half a day? Don't they need to rest?"

The head guard reminded the lizardman leader.

"Father, don't forget that they've all been affected by the Pig-Headed Emperor's [Hungry Ones] and are constantly starving. They probably already see us as their food..."

The head guard's voice trembled slightly.

The lizard leader realized what was happening after hearing his chief guard's reminder, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

Before the lizard chieftain could even think for a moment...

Another lizard soldier came in to report.

"This is bad! The chieftain and his men have sent out 10,000 pig-headed soldiers to test the waters. Our tribe has already begun to suffer casualties."

"What?!"

The lizard tribe leader stood up. Their tribe had more than 10,000 warriors, so how could they have suffered casualties so quickly against 10,000 pig-headed tribe warriors?

This is a wetland; they have a natural advantage in terms of location.

However, there is more detailed information about this lizard soldier.

"The leader and the other members of the pig-headed tribe all have C-level strength, and several of them have B-level strength."

"Our people were killed by these B-rank pig-headed people."

After saying these words, he silently lowered his head.

There are several B-rank orcs? You know, even their elite warriors are only B-rank, so why is the orc race, which was originally a D-rank monster, growing so fast?

The lizard chieftain knew he couldn't delay any longer and had to issue instructions immediately.

He paused for a moment, then composed himself, knowing that as the nominal leader, he couldn't afford to panic.

"Immediately pass down the order: all lizardmen defending outside, retreat to the underground palace."

"yes!"

The lizardman leader then turned to look at another lizardman soldier.

"Once everyone has retreated into the underground palace, have them break up into smaller groups and take advantage of the complex terrain. Distribute them throughout the underground palace in groups of six, eight, or ten."

"Yes, sir!"

The lizardman soldier hurriedly retreated to relay his leader's orders.

After the two lizardmen soldiers left, he turned his gaze to the captain of the guard.

She seemed to sense the leader's gaze, turned around, and gripped her weapon tightly.

"Father, do you have any instructions?"

The lizard tribe leader looked at his beloved daughter and sighed.

"I intend for you to lead a squad of my tribe's elite lizardmen to roam the various passages of the dungeon."

At this point, the lizardman leader's face turned cold.

"We'll hunt down and wipe out all ten thousand pig-headed lizardmen we brought into the underground palace. Don't underestimate us!"

The head guard was moved upon hearing this.

"But if I take all the elite lizardmen with me, will you be safe, Father?"

The lizard chieftain waved his hand.

"My safety is irrelevant; what matters is the survival of our tribe. That is my responsibility as chief!"

The head guard's eyes hardened upon hearing this; she was ready to accept her fate.

"Yes, Father."

She went down with the leader's orders to organize an elite guerrilla squad, determined to keep these 10,000 pig-headed people in the underground palace forever.

Watching his chief guard leave, the lizard chieftain sighed. This task should have been given to his son, Gavilu.

Gavilu has already assigned him to the front lines to stabilize the morale of the lizardmen under Gavilu's identity.

However, there was still something that worried him.

But he still remembered the words that the powerful demon had reminded him of before he left.

"Hopefully Gavil won't do that..."

The leader silently closed his eyes. All he could do now was wait. If he could just hold on for three days, the two masters the ghost had mentioned...

Outside the underground palace

"So hungry, so hungry"

"There's food up ahead! Hurry up!"

A massive, surging army of pig-headed creatures, clad in full armor, surged towards the lizardmen like demons.

"court death!"

Gavilu was wielding his spear when he pierced the throat of the pig-headed man in front of him.

"Hmph, how dare you offend Lord Gaviluben!"

Seeing how easily he had killed a pig-headed soldier, he arrogantly raised his head and mocked the pathetic pig-headed army before him.

"You lowly pig-headed people dare to attack the lizardman tribe."

He even struck a particularly flashy and eye-catching pose.

"Lord Gavil is mighty!"

"Lord Gavil is so cool!"

The henchmen who were with Gavilu immediately began to flatter him.

"Ha ha!"

Gavilu's lips curled up in a wide smile, and his expression became even more smug.

And just then

A lizard soldier carrying the leader's orders.

"The leader orders all lizardmen to retreat back into the dungeon at top speed. Hurry!"

Gavilu's expression froze, his face filled with disbelief.

Grab the lizard messenger by the collar and yell at him.

"What did you just say? Retreat! The mere pig-headed tribe wants us, the noble lizard tribe, to retreat? How could Father give such an order?"

The lizard messenger looked distressed and said fearfully.

"Your Highness Gavilu, the leader did indeed give the order to retreat."

Gavilu was stunned; this news was somewhat unacceptable to the younger lizardmen.

However, the leader has been in power for many years and still has considerable influence.

Most of the lizardmen began to retreat, and Gavilu's expression grew even uglier upon seeing this.

Seeing this, the henchman quickly spoke up.

"Your Highness Gavilu, let's retreat quickly, or the pig-headed army will charge again."

Despite feeling extremely aggrieved, Gavilu gritted his teeth and followed the tribe back to the underground palace.

Back in the underground palace, Gavilu grew angrier and angrier, and angrily slammed his hand against the wall.

"I just don't understand why Father would make such a decision. If it were me..."

The followers beside him also looked dejected and muttered something.

"Perhaps the leader really is getting old..."

These words reached Gavilu's ears, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

He remembered what the strange clown demon he encountered in the forest had said when he returned.

"Unfortunately, your leader has grown old..."

Gavilu silently closed his eyes and gripped his weapon tightly. He finally broke free, a fierce glint in his eyes.

He cast a fierce glance at his henchman beside him and asked a question.

"How many lizardmen are dissatisfied with their leader this time?"

The henchman had already noticed that Gavilu's gaze was strange.

"Lord Gavilu, what are you doing?"

Gavilu snorted coldly and uttered a single sentence.

"It seems Father is really getting old..."