With the help of the Slow-Fall Potion, Genasa managed to bring his two younger sisters safely to the ground.
Except for Genasa taking a face-first fall when they landed, everything went perfectly.
“Still need to learn proper flying…”
After collecting himself, Genasa looked around and saw that they were at the foot of the mountain, on a flat plain.
Finally, he realized something serious.
“Crap!”
His exclamation made Aishi and Karu tilt their heads and walk up to him.
“What’s wrong?”
Faced with their questioning, Genasa stiffly turned to Aishi, panic written all over his face:
“Did you two… bring a map?”
“……”
This was a very serious problem. Out here in the wilderness without a map, it was basically a death sentence.
“We left without asking the Old Hag for a map, and she didn’t say anything about giving us one either, damn it!”
Furious, Genasa cursed, which Karu quickly picked up on.
“Damn? Damn! Damn damn! Heehee~”
She mimicked him with a mischievous grin, making Genasa even more irritated.
“Kids shouldn’t learn that!”
“Oh…”
Karu pouted in mild protest but didn’t push it any further.
Her attention was quickly stolen by a passing butterfly, and she ran off to chase it.
To be honest, Genasa was quite envious of Karu’s carefree nature, but as the big brother, all he could do was keep worrying.
“Hm… given the situation, the only option is to go find that tribe of Lizardmen and ask for directions.”
The Lizardmen had been driven out by the Necromancer, so they definitely knew the area.
Just then, Genasa glanced at the distant snow-capped mountains and was able to confirm the general location of the Lizardman tribe.
“Over… there. Let’s go.”
After getting his bearings, Genasa called for Aishi and Karu to follow him in that direction.
“Let’s go, little sister, stop playing.”
“Coming, coming~”
The journey was uneventful, and Genasa found the Lizardman tribe without any trouble.
However, something seemed different.
“Why does it smell so bad? Do you two smell it?”
“Yeah, it’s awful.”
“This clearly isn’t the scent of Lizardmen. Something must have happened. Let’s check it out.”
The stench was distinctive—definitely not something Lizardmen would produce.
But Genasa was sure that just ahead was the Lizardman tribe.
Sensing trouble, the three dragons hurried over at a run.
Sure enough, a group of hideous Goblins was attacking the Lizardman tribe.
They were using crude stone tools to bang on the wooden gates, babbling and screeching in strange tongues.
“So that’s what it is—a pack of damn… Goblins who seem to be doing pretty well for themselves! Let’s give them a good beating!”
Remembering how a group of Goblins once chased him up a tree, Genasa’s old and new grudges boiled over.
He signaled for Aishi and Karu to join him, and the three dragons charged in—turning the battle into a one-sided massacre.
After a round of screams, these Goblins didn’t even have a chance to fight back before they were obliterated by the dragons’ breath.
“And with this level of strength, they dare go around robbing people? Tch.”
There were quite a few Goblins, but they were weak—they hadn’t even broken through the Lizardman tribe’s gate.
“These ugly things are so disgusting, yuck.”
Karu kept her distance, avoiding the dirty Goblin corpses and blood on the ground—afraid to soil her own claws.
At the same time, Genasa muttered helplessly,
“Yeah, pretty filthy. Useless, but still love to pillage and plunder.”
Goblins were small and weak, and while they did prey on human women, most of the time they didn’t have the ability. If they could take down a wild boar or a deer, they should count themselves lucky.
“Why would a pack of these damn… these Goblins who seem to be doing pretty well show up here? It’s strange.”
Still puzzled, Aishi asked curiously,
“Why do you keep saying these Goblins ‘seem to be doing pretty well’?”
“Uh… because… it’s nothing.”
Short, ugly, treacherous, pillaging, burning, and plundering—how could they not remind him of “those guys who seem to be doing pretty well for themselves”?
Realizing he couldn’t really explain it to Aishi, Genasa just brushed her off.
They waited a bit longer to make sure there were no more Goblins around, then shouted at the Lizardman tribe’s gates:
“Hey! Open up! All the Goblins are dead.”
At the same time, he wondered aloud,
“When did these Lizardmen build walls and a gate? Last time I came, they didn’t have those.”
He vaguely remembered that last time it was just a scattering of huts—
There were none of these tall wooden walls and a gate.
Inside, the Lizardmen kept peeking through the crack of the gate, clearly terrified by the bloody scene and hesitant to open up.
“So brutal… Where did these three giant lizards come from?”
“They smashed so many Goblins as easily as squashing fish… Squashing fish isn’t even that easy.”
“Wait… That red one… it’s him!”
Among the Lizardmen, an elderly white Lizardman stood out.
“Open the gate! Quick! They’re our benefactors!”
At his call, the gates swung open, and the Lizardmen surged out to greet Genasa and his group.
Leading them was the elderly white Lizardman, cloaked in a robe made of long grass blades and leaning on a staff of raw wood.
The moment he saw Genasa, he fell to his knees and bowed.
“Benefactor, please accept our worship and allegiance.”
With him taking the lead, some of the Lizardmen behind him seemed to suddenly understand, while others scratched their heads in confusion.
But in the end, they all knelt before the three dragons, following the elder’s example.
Genasa couldn’t help but be curious—their numbers had clearly grown, which explained the new walls and gate.
“Everyone get up. I don’t like this sort of thing. We’re only here to ask a few questions. Priest, come here.”
The white Lizardman he called out was indeed their priest. He hurried forward with a flattering smile.
“Master, we are ready to pledge our loyalty at any time. If you would just—”
“Hey, stop. I’m not here to conquer you. I just want to ask about the Necromancer.”
“The Necromancer? Master, are you planning to—”
“That’s right. We’re going to take him down. Do you know the way? Or anything about him?”
“Of course! I’ll draw a map for you.”
As he spoke, the priest took out a piece of beast-hide parchment and a wooden pen, and began sketching.
A detailed map soon appeared, with all locations clearly marked.
“Not bad! Didn’t expect you to have such skill.”
Praised, the priest scratched his head sheepishly and said humbly,
“I wandered everywhere in my younger days—naturally picked up a few tricks. It’s nothing, haha…”
“Wandered everywhere? A traveler?”
“That’s right, haha…”
Genasa was about to leave without further ado, but suddenly remembered something and turned back:
“Oh right, do you know anything about that Necromancer’s skills? The more details, the better.”
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