Chapter 713: Larzak's Past

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The night was slowly approaching and the sun was moving down the horizon, the skies were clear, it would be a beautiful starry night, and even the moon was big tonight, with the natural moonlight, the battle might be quite good for the lizardmen, or so thought Larzak, the chief of the Black Fangs, as he slowly made his way back to his tribe's settlements after having watched the sun slowly descend below the horizon.

The coldness of night did not brough him the usual tranquility he once felt. It didn't made him think that it was time to move back to his house, enjoy a nice meal with his family and then sleep with peace on his mind that there would be better days ahead. Instead, he felt a chill run down his spine and the coldness of the night felt more bone-chilling than ever before. It didn't helped that he was a lizardman, a cold-blooded living being similar to other real lizards.