"Reporting to Master, the Gray Scale Clan has finished preparing for battle!"
"Reporting to Master, the Bloodclaw Clan has finished preparing for battle!"
"..."
Inside the dragon's lair, Jose received reports in succession that the major kobold clans had completed their preparations. His heart surged with excitement.
At last, it was time to reap the harvest!
"Very good! My servants! Await my command!"
With that, he strode into the deep tunnel and made his way to Living Area Number One.
In the spacious hall of Area One, the Bloodtooth Kobold army had already assembled. They held swords and shields, carried spears on their backs, and some even wore belts at their waists to secure throwing javelins. Standing in orderly ranks, they remained silent, brimming with murderous intent.
Feeling the warriors' soaring fighting spirit, Jose was pleased.
As expected of my soldiers!
He connected to his Harpy servant. "How is it over there?"
Luna Bloodfeather hovered high in the air with her wings spread, watching the marching force in the forest below. "Nothing unusual. The Centaurs are marching toward the Moss Hide Gnoll Tribe. Buck, Yougeng, the bald mage, and the Centaur chieftain brothers are all within my sight."
"Very good, but do not lower your guard until the Centaurs and Gnolls truly begin fighting."
"Understood, my master."
"Notify me immediately once they start."
"Yes, sir!"
Jose closed his eyes to rest.
For some reason, he felt that this plan had gone too smoothly—so smoothly that it felt abnormal.
Would a well-informed general manager of a major merchant association in the Northern Lands hire a Dragon Hunting Team without any real skill?!
The answer was obviously no.
He could not understand it. Without any sign of a true dragon's existence, why would the Centaurs attack the Moss Hide Gnolls?
Were they