"Hahaha!" One of the warriors of the Darkmane Tribe laughed. "Finally, the tables have turned!"
"Serves them right!"
"Burn!"
"This is the might of the Darkmane Tribe!"
"These fools never stood a chance to begin with!"
The depressed warriors rejoiced at the sight of the thick smoke rising toward the mountain.
The forest was now starting to burn fiercely, making them feel excited. In fact, they hoped their foes would be roasted alive inside their own fortress.
After all, if that really happened, the Darkmane Tribe would win this war without even engaging the Aslan Tribe in an all-out war.
Even Troy and Jafar were very pleased by this turn of events.
They even leisurely visited the camps of the other tribes to make some casual talk since they had nothing else to do.
The two were aware that the high-ranking chieftains and the Grimhowl Tribe's great shaman were with the Aslan Tribe.
