King Tinwulf II does not object your counter-proposal.
Soon the Tven and Dahnian soldiers pour between the two mountains, against the camp of lizards!
Only then you notice that due to the lack of space, your trops cannot attack in full but have to come in waves!
6*
The lizards come and fight like beasts they are; for each lizard there are three or more dead and wounded amongst your people! Six fiery lizards are felled, but their blasts of flame sear and scorch dozens of soldiers.
2*
But then the front of your Army collapses under the massive counter-attacks, and a path is open toward you; one of the largest, blue-scaled lizards flails his club as he attacks you!!
5*
The fight is fierce and you dodge the club several times, the huge impressions in the dirt giving you an idea what would happen to your body if the lizard would score just a single hit. But you don't give him any other opportunities; soon you stab him in the neck and he falls. With an angry yell to the heavens, you smash your spear right into its skull, the pitiful screech mixing with the sickening crunch of mauled skull.
The lizard overlord is slain by your hand!!
Unfortunately it doesn't look like the lizards are running away. Truly they know no fear!
4*
You rejoin the battle and direct the combined forces as your senior and his banner-holder are nowhere to be seen nearby; but with the loss of fiery drakes, the lizards of the depths do not fight like before; less humans die, and the scaled beastmen fall more easily.
As the sky turns orange from late afternoon hours, only a handful of lizardmen remain in the camp, the leftovers, the ones to pick up arms the last. Your men on other hand have numerical superiority; hopefully this will be the last stage of this bloody battle.
6*
The victory comes swiftly; none of the lizards surrender and they fight to their last, taking down with themselves as many brave Tven and Dahnian men they could.
As the wounded are taken to tents and the chaos of battle is worked out, you finally meet with your senior; turns out his group was engaged on the other side of the camp. Much like you, King Tinwulf II is soaked in the blood of the lizards.
"Damned beasts fight too well!" He says with a grin. "And I thought Trolls were troublesome." You two share a laugh.
A camp is set outside the ruined site of lizards, as your men are wary to approach the still-fuming pit in the earth. It has been measured; thirty feet tall, and a gentle slope is descending into its smoke-filled darkness. Definitely a man-carved (or, rather, lizard-carved) tunnel. 212 lizard corpses were accounted along with five of their orange beasts of fiery destruction, but over 750 humans perished to achieve this victory.
By the morning, the pit is still fuming, and some men of better hearing report they heard hissing coming from the pit. Council is held, and the decision is made to...
A) Fortify the area around the pit and call the dwarves to come seal it or something.
B) Pile up rocks and boulders into the hole to fill it up.
C) Retreat from this place lest a new army of lizards catches you by surprise.