[Current location: Temporarily main entrance of the base.]
"So let me get this straight." – said ClownFrog as he walked in his human form alongside Litle Manica who was right next to him as well as the chieftain of the ox man tribe.
"We were looking for those antmans, but instead they just came to us instead?"
"And you are saying that they came to surrender?"
"And total fanatics that straight up didn't mind dying for the feathered dragon?"
"Tell me, does that make any sense?"
"Is it an ambush?"
"N-no. We didn't spotted any antmans hiding anywhere besides antmans that came to our front gate."
"…."
"Chieftain Abberia." – said ClownFrog as he turned towards the ox man chieftain.
"What do you think about the situation?"
"…."
"Honestly, I don't know." – replied the elderly ox man.
"So far we knew the antmans as nothing more than fanatics that fallowed the feathered dragon of their own free will."