Rumble, rumble...
Wherever the Wizard's Will passed, life was devastated, disaster spread, and countless large and small tribes of mutated creatures similar to Ape People and Pangolin People were inadvertently annihilated.
In the high sky, beneath the Green Truth Mask, Green's eyes pierced through the thin chaotic miasma, surveying the ground where the dense vegetation was ravaged by the frenzied Slave Monster Corps, swaying and breaking, patiently waiting for news.
Xiao Ba was on the back of the Enigmatic Thousand-Headed Bird, casting a vast shadow, soaring in the high skies and ceaselessly patrolling.
"It seems there's no trace of the Underworlders here either."
Agrimond shook his head in disappointment, about to give the order to lead the massive Slave Monster Corps forward to search for possible traces of Underworlders in other regions, but was stopped by Green.
Agrimond looked at Green in confusion.
