"Don't attack them," Dave commanded as a dunlord aimed his ballista at the approaching basilisks, "Let's see what happens."
He ordered the regiment to keep killing the painted dogs.
The first basilisk to charge into the horde of tri-dogs was soot black and noticeably bigger than rest of the basilisks. It opened its mouth wide and shot its tongue out, smashing into a group and adhering to several unlucky dogs. Then the tongue withdrew, whipping back and pulling the unfortunate canines into the gullet of the beast.
The other lizards entered the fray to either side of the black basilisk and started wreaking havoc on the horde of painted dogs, petrifying them with their gazes and then breaking their statues with swings of their tails.
"The basilisks are helping, give them support, boyz!" Dave ordered. The casters and ranged units began to aid the basilisks with spells and projectiles, helping any basilisk that got surrounded to shake off the wolves.
The battle continued for some time, the basilisks began to tire and started taking heavier damage. Dave directed his paladins to heal them, trying to keep his new allies in the scrum for as long as possible.
The behavior of the basilisks made sense to Dave. Although the basilisks were individually stronger than the painted dogs, no matter how powerful an individual they can be overwhelmed by sufficient numbers. Hell, Dave knew that from personal experience, except he'd been on the other side of the equation taking down more powerful mobs with his Boyz. And that equation shifted in the basilisks favor when Dave and his regiment encountered the painted dogs, he'd given the basilisks an opportunity for revenge.
The basilisks had suffered a long time from the predation of the painted dogs and now had a chance to give them a taste of their own medicine.
The tri-dogs weren't able to stand for long against the Undead on one front and the assault of the basilisks on the other. At some unseen signal the painted dogs changed from aggressors to panicked cowards. They scattered, running in all directions with their tails tucked between their legs, trying to get away and whimpering in defeat.
Dave shouted in victory then turned to look at the pack of basilisks, uncertain what would happen now that no common enemy was threatening either group.
Dog urged his mount forward until his basilisk was nose to nose with the black-scaled leader of the wild basilisks..
The two basilisks looked at each other for a moment and seemed to be communicating on some level. After some growls and grumbles from the two basilisks, a notification appeared.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Because you fought with and aided the basilisks in battle against the painted dogs they now consider you an ally.
Your Reputation with the basilisks has increased to:
[Friendly]
The basilisks suffered greatly at the fangs of the painted dogs and have almost been driven to extinction. They are searching for a safe haven.
The basilisks have deigned to grant you the honor of riding them into battle if you help them find a safe place where they can survive and repopulate.
'Where am I going to find a place for them to live? It's not like I have a nature preserve in my pocket…'
Dave accessed his user interface and opened the window for land-management, an option that became available when he ranked up to Death Knight.
Dave was shocked at the amount of land given to him by the king. A thousand acres!
Your land is suitable for the Basilisks.
Do you wish to send them to your land?
Y/N?
Dave pressed the 'yes' option and the herd of twenty Basilisks disappeared, presumably transported to his land by the game.
Dave did a head count and reorganized the surviving troops.
"Damn those dogs! That little dust-up cost us thirty casters and two hundred melee units. Thankfully none of the dunlords got killed."
After every member of the regiment was healed and back in fighting shape Dave ordered them to help loot and carry everything they could glean from the numberless dead painted dogs.
"Alright, Boyz! Move out!"
The regiment continued exploring eastward, where he hoped to find the Third Raid Zone's capturable area was.
Chapter end
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