After a head count, the Cyclops tribe numbered 160: six adult males, seventy-two adult females, and the rest juveniles.
Green had no intention of exhausting the tribe. He planned to nurture it and grow its numbers so it could supply him with a steady stream of Cyclops Warriors.
Green formed the six adult Cyclops Warriors into a squad. The remaining Cyclopes were to relocate from the Bonecrusher Wastes and settle near the Graveyard under the supervision of Lightning Angel Rota and Ice Angel Hill.
The Cyclops tribe had lost all its male warriors and could only obey in silence. With two Black-Winged Angels of High Formal Rank and over three hundred troops from the Kobold Auxiliary Corps watching them, they abandoned any thought of fleeing along the way. They packed their belongings and set out.
Meanwhile, the rest of the force continued toward Ceylan Valley under the Four-Winged Angel and the Shadow Red Dragon.
Green had expected to press his advantage and take the crippled Gnoll Tribe without a hitch. Instead, something unexpected had happened!
After two days on the march, Green reached the Gnoll Tribe and was stunned to find that the large settlement, once home to five or six thousand, had become a land of death. From more than ten kilometers away, he could see black smoke rising from the burned settlement in Ceylan Valley. Closer still, the smell of charred flesh filled the air.
Green immediately realized someone had beaten him to it and wiped out the Gnoll Tribe.
As he drew nearer, he sensed a distinct aura of decay and death lingering over the burning settlement.
As a Necromancer and a Half-Lich, Green knew that aura all too well. It belonged to a powerful Necromancer.
Two or three days earlier, a Necromancer of at least Early