The trees

A Swarmlord stood at the edge of an immense forest. although not afraid, he knew it would be to soon to provoke a response from the protectors that dwelled within.
News of the village skirmish.
His thoughts interrupted, he turned towards the smoking remnants of what had once been an elvish village.
Reporting success, minimal casualties and complete annihilation of the populace.
The defenders had fought with honor, never once faltering. Their corpses had been sent back to As-Yolar to await consumption by the Empress.
My orders advisor?
A moment of silence, the Swarmlord waiting patiently for a response.
Continue skirmish along outskirts, direct orders to not engage the forest until this objective is complete.
As the Empress wills it.

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