In a clearing not far away from where the Verremor army was being ambushed, Mistress was sitting on her luxurious lounge chair while enjoying her tea. In front of her was her unique-grade telescopic device that projected the image of a nearby place. The image displayed the clash between her army and the Verremor orcs.
"Hmph. Such an ugly race," Mistress harrumphed. "How dare they come into my land. Make sure to teach them a lesson."
"Hehe, as you wish, my queen," Lead Designer said. He was operating the war table next to Mistress. "They are like headless chickens. They don't even know what has happened. This is too easy. They fall into our trap just like that. Haha!"
"Don't let it get to your head. It's not you who think of this trap," Mistress poured cold water on him.
"I… I know," Lead Designer uttered.