Treeman's Grove
Alros is in the middle of his magic training when one of his clones barged into his training area. The original had to divert his attack less he turned his clones into red paste.
"It better be important," he glared at the clone who whispered something into his ears.
His annoyance morphed into one of shock and joy.
"Really?" he asked, the clone nodding. He smiled, as plans formed in his head.
"Looks like we will get another group of monsters,"
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Alros exited the system space, where he was met with a group of his clones in charge of guarding the crystal.
"Report," he said. The leading clone walked to the front, reporting a lengthy one. While it contain some important information, like the number of monsters they killed and subdued, as well as the adventurers they killed and captured, he did not care for that as he want to hear only one particular information.