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.
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