A Few Minutes Earlier…
Lumberling crouched behind a moss-covered outcrop, a smirk pulling at his lips. Before him, a full view of the Sengolio camp stretched out like a feast waiting to be served.
Krivex knelt beside him, silent and focused. The other captains waited behind them, units hidden in the trees.
"All units in position," Krivex whispered.
"Good," Lumberling said. "We move now."
He turned to the others, voice low but charged with intent.
"Krivex, begin with the archers. Target the supply tents and food stores. Set them ablaze and draw their attention. Aren and Vakk, deploy the wolves and your elite squad from the northern flank, don't charge yet, let the smoke cover your approach. Skitz and Takkar when the wolves rush, you hit their right side. Use nets to disrupt the shields. Skarn, Gobo One and Two, boars with me. We're punching straight through the middle."
"And what about the crossbows?" Krivex asked.
