"Let's go, who the hell is scared?!" SirLagsALot continued to taunt, but as he turned to see Orson not moving, he shouted in frustration, "Fire at them! Fire at them!"
"Use that crazy range of yours, take out their backline first, kite the frontline, we've got this in the bag!"
"Or maybe you want to fight yourself?" Orson casually glanced at him.
SirLagsALot awkwardly scratched his head. "Heh, sorry, got a bit too worked up. So, what's the plan?"
"What's the plan? Start recording and zoom in on their deaths, let the UJ region see their humiliation," Orson said with a light laugh.
"No problem!" SirLagsALot immediately switched to battle reporter mode, expertly focusing on the sharp spines on Crimson Lizard King's back, capturing the scene from the most professional angle.
"They're coming!"
Orson's eyes turned cold. SirLagsALot froze. "There's still at least a kilometer distance, where are they coming from?"
"Behind you."