The preparation took him a whole week, most of it spend on making his Demonic Goblins stronger, into monsters of C-rank, enough to hold their own against the Lizardmen. He also up their intelligence, and making them train with their weapon, so they will be decent combatants.
The week also spent in cloning hobgoblins. With the amount of Growth Tube, he cloned 100 in one go, which took one day. The next 6 days spent in training them as well. Even if they are only used as cannon fodder against the Alpha Lizardmen.
He also spent the night training his women, his clones helping in the endavour. Aside from turning them into obedient sex slaves, with different fetishes and kinks, it also generate the necessary LP for all his preparation, hence the reason for him doing it.
The fact he enjoyed fucking the women is a plus as well.
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Alros took a spot on the nearest tree as he observed them. Unfortunately, the other 4 did not find any exact spots of the Lizardman Tribes in their vicinity, though one did find a trace of it.
It is both a curse and a blessing. A curse as it would force him to stay longer to search for more lizard men. A blessing as he did not have to separate his forces for two separate assaults, weakening each forces in turn.
After all, just like his clones, he did not want to spend too long in the swamp, and would like to finish the tribes as quickly as possible. And find the treemen. Yes, he still need to do that as well.
"Let's get this over with," the incubus muttered before sending an order to his clones.
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More often than not, the hobgoblins are the one to be beaten, some even killed yet the Alpha did not escape unscathed either. Worse still, the dead hobgoblins are replaced by others, while the Alpha have to continue fighting even as they began to exhaust themselves.
The chief make another sound, ordering a retreat, but the enemies already surrounded them, preventing them from fleeing. Realizing the futility, the chief was about to move to the tribal ground, and prepared for the females, some males, and the hatchlings and juveniles to run away, hoping to rebuild the tribe elsewhere.
Yet, one of his messenger told him that the ground was surrounded by monsters of varying kind. There are goblins, hobgoblins, and bugs, ensuring they could not escape.
As the chief was trying to process the new information, a figure flew towards it, unarmed yet the chief did not let it fool it. For an opponent to suddenly appear in front of it, then it should have some abilities or skills that give him great confidence.
The chief shriek before charging at the would-be-attacker, using it's claw to hopefully claw it's gut out. Yet, its claw was blocked by another one, this time more powerful. The chief find itself being defeated in strength, slowly pushing him away.
The realization cause it to let out an angry shriek as it began to use more of it's strength, yet even with it, it was unable to stop the pushing. Then, the being in front of it stopped pushing, and proceed to tighten its grip and spin the chief before throwing the larger creature aware.
Letting out shriek of pain, it was about to call help when the being grabbed its frills and forced it into the water, before stepping on it's back. A spear fall hair-length away from it's neck, showing how easy it is for the being to kill it.
'Submit, or perish,' it heard in it's head, understanding what the being is talking about. While it wanted to think about it, it tribe is started to become subdued, the strength of the force more than enough to destroy it's tribe easily without breaking a sweat.
While it do have some dignity, it still a monster that followed it base instinct. Currently, it knew that not submitting equal to death, and dying could not compared to living.
'I agree,' it answered, the being patted its head before taking it feet of him, before going to the other Lizardmen.