Broken Ridge Hills, Bone-Chewing Clan.
The ogres, one by one, were full and satisfied, half-sitting, half-lying on the ground, picking their teeth, dozing off, biting their nails... Their mental state seemed extremely relaxed.
However.
Their weapons were all placed right next to them, within arm's reach.
With just a command, these seemingly lazy ogres could instantly transform into trained warriors, battle-ready soldiers.
It had already been three days since then.
To decisively kill the Diamond Elder, Galos had dispatched elites from other clans, including units like commanders and mages, concentrating them behind the hill for an ambush.
A thousand days of training for one decisive use.
Galos usually did not need his followers to fight for him, but that did not mean he wanted to be a nanny, keeping them away from danger.
The Diamond Elder was no ordinary being.
