412 Armenes

Land: West Bahran Island

Kingdom: Armenes

Capital: Rev'Deca

King Dacate Rev'Deca, monarch and ruler of the dragonkin. Sat within his war council with a frown upon his face. His commanders and generals flanked his sides as they spoke of the ongoing war. Outlining the points of discussion to:

When all was said and done, his vassals left him. All but one, Mattew Mal, a long time personal advisor to the king remained behind to personally update Dacate on one particular subject.

"Speak. Don't waste my time with sophistry." Dacate slung another pigeon into his maws, biting down and ending its life instantly. Chewing upon it as if it was gum.

"My king. As we ate into our national reserve, and having consumed the flesh of so many humans. Our current egg-population now stands around 100,000. Once they hatch, we shall forcefully feed them and thus grow up into able warriors within weeks. However, with no time to teach them of our history, our glory and our religion. They will become mindless killers, and when the war ends, they will remain that way.

Is that truly what you desire? For the future generations to know not of their forefathers and their glory? What will we do if they refuse to accept our principles and governance?"

Dacate bit off the head of another, allowing the blood to simply spray into his mouth as if it was a tasty drink.

"Mattew, old pal. Even after having sent so many of our soldiers south. We still have another 50,000 in reserve correct?"

Mattew nodded. As those 50,000 included the remaining men, and even the children who could be forcefully evolved.

"I don't see the problem. Our women can easily lay dozens of eggs each cycle. We incubate the eggs under the earth, blessed by the great dragons. We can easily replenish our population count if needed. It's good that the dhans are no longer sneaking in and breaking our eggs like the rats they were. We now own the entirety of Barhan Island, with only a single crossing possible that's already heavily defended.

No matter how many warriors the humans bring, we will outnumber them, outmatch them and outclass them in every way. And once we've conquered this continent, turning our kingdom into an empire. We shall become the father to all dragonkins, as Bahran Island will remain true to the wills of the dragons. Whilst the newer and younger generations can simply do whatever they want with those ruined kingdoms. It isn't of my concern."

"My king, and what if we lose?"

Hearing such blasphemy. Something that simply wouldn't happen, as the dekans had the blessings of the strongest apex predator within this world, the dragons. Dacate couldn't help but laugh whilst a pigeon tried to escape his jaws.

He abruptly stood. Intending to leave, to make his way back to his women to once more fertilize their eggs.

"Mattew, that was a good one. However, I don't need jesters, I need warriors. So do me a favour and go make more of them."

Having said his piece, he left.

Truly, thanks to the great amount of time the humans required to prepare their own armies, with birthing the children, waiting years for them to grow old enough to even begin training, and then supplying them with both weapons and armour, before marching them out. And then, they still required a supply line, horses to carry their supplies and tents to stay warm.

With so much time, the dekans had utilized the window to lay as many eggs as they possibly could. Unlike the human's who had to carry the baby within their bellies for months. The dragonkin-women only had to carry the egg for a month before laying them out and swiftly preparing for next month's fertilization. With such a high reproductive speed and rate. A force of 200,000 draconic warriors was a possible reality.

Mattew understood his king's thoughts, and where his confidence came from.

The fact that the humans believed themselves to having a chance at winning. Yet, not truly knowing that the dekans were simply biding their time. For once their children hatched, this world will see its largest army ever to walk upon its surface, to ravage the lands and all kingdoms. All lesser races and species by then, will understand that the dekans truly stood above them, upon the food chain.

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However, just to be safe, to ensure his species survived. Mattew secretly ordered his most loyal men to hide hundreds of eggs throughout the land. Hidden within the mines, the mountains, under the sea, within the forests, under the largest trees and even within statues. Hoping, that one day, even if it was centuries into the future. The race of dekans would be ensured of its survival.

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TL:DR

Dekans will have 200,000+ warriors:

50,000 active. (Stalling, buying time.)

50,000 in reserve. (Defending, gathering food)

100,000 eggs, waiting for them to hatch.

Currently Active:

Del Lagos/Humanity: 20,000 (Under Victor)

Via-Marea/Elves: 10,000 (Under Jin)

Ignis/Dark-Elves: 20,000 (Under Ruby: On their way)

Aevraury/Elves: 2,000 (Under Ruby: On their way)

Par'Talucca/Dhans: Unknown (Still no proper military force)