"Master, this is the situation I observed."
Alger knelt on the ground and spoke in a deep voice.
"Very good, I understand."
Cassius coiled on the highest spot, leisurely grooming his scales, displaying no sense of urgency despite the impending war.
Within Dragon Valley, the leaders of various factions from the Ashen Nest had already gathered.
Ogre Mage Ramp, Goblin Chieftain Dolores, Wyvern Leader Stieg, the Chimera, Lizardfolk Leader Acker and Shaman Koda, Kobold Magician Jin Ya...
And representatives of the newly conquered races: Orcs, Half-Goat People, Pureblood Serpentfolk. Essentially, all notable figures within the Ashen Nest were assembled in the valley, waiting attentively.
"Anzeta hasn't seen such a large-scale war for a long time, not since the Northern Lion Alliance War thirty years ago," Dailenna added.
For now, she served as a strategist and had no real decision-making power, but she was earnest in her efforts.