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Night fell, its hazy darkness enveloping the land.
Moonlight shimmered over the branches, stars sparkled, and a gentle breeze blew. With the sky as his canopy and the earth as his bed, Rex leaned against a tree, gazing through the gaps in its dense foliage at the star-studded night sky.
The hazy moon emerged from clouds as translucent as a cicada's wings, shining with a clear, silvery light.
The full moon was like a snowball set into the deep blue night sky, looking especially bright.
The cold moon hung high above the treetops, while the chill wind sent bare branches howling.
Clear and cold, its icy silver radiance spilled down from the west, deepening the chill. Countless stars glittered like luminous pearls scattered across the heavens.
Innumerable little stars dotted the deep blue sky, twinkling as though inviting people to roam the vastness of space.
Rex waited quietly. Beside him were three hundred fully armed soldiers, all sitting on the ground, resting against trees or leaning back-to-back in pairs.
The Troll Tribe they were attacking this time was fairly large, with roughly two thousand members.
A Troll Tribe of that size was no weak opponent.
Unlike humans, these trolls would not surrender as readily as the people of the Hauge Tribe had. They would only surrender after most of them had been killed.
That was why Rex had not attacked immediately after arriving during the day. Instead, he had chosen a concealed spot to rest.
With his strength and their iron equipment, Rex believed that taking the Troll Tribe's settlement by direct assault would pose no problem.
The trouble was that such an assault would cause considerable losses.
Rex had to take responsibility for his