Chapter 35: The Lizardmen and Orcs
Vaelrith awoke to a sense of urgency in the air. He could feel it, a subtle vibration that signaled something was amiss. As he emerged from his tent, the camp was already bustling with activity. Scouts were rushing back with reports, and the leaders were assembling, concern etched on their faces.
Tarsius, the Centaur chieftain, approached quickly. "Vaelrith, we have urgent news. The Orcs have launched an assault on the Lizardmen. They're engaged in a brutal conflict just beyond the southern marshes."
Vaelrith's eyes narrowed. This was unexpected. The Lizardmen were reclusive and rarely involved themselves in the affairs of other monster races. However, their territory was strategically important, and their skills in amphibious environments could be invaluable.
"Gather the leaders," Vaelrith commanded. "We need to act swiftly."
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