At present, ordered to lead the troops to attack this large island occupied by humans, this Fishman Commander could almost be described as readily accepting.
Just earlier, in front of everyone, he executed two adventurers in a manner of near brutal slaughter. Though it was to demoralize and weaken the enemy's morale, to say there was no influence from personal likes and dislikes is quite unlikely.
Now, as he alone entangles the four elite adventurers on land, listening to the sounds of slaughter cast by his subordinates, the Fishmen.
The Fishman Commander's mood increasingly became joyous.
It's as though he could already imagine in the near future, bringing the Fishmen under his command to the island to join forces with several other troops, slaying all visible beings of the Mysterious Race until none remain, and returning the island to the ocean's embrace in purity.
