Tangere directed the main force of his Plague-thralls southward, clearing out the demonic monsters as they began the slow process of reclaiming the former Wood Elf territories.
Meanwhile, Caesar and Xylia took a smaller contingent of Plague-thralls and Shield Warriors north, fanning out to search for the elven refugees who had fled into the deep woods.
"What a fertile land," Tangere mused to himself, walking through the forest. The sheer abundance of low and mid-tier magical plants was astonishing. While they were of no use for his own advancement, they were invaluable for his faction and for cultivating new Plague-thralls. The Forest of Nature was a treasure trove. He could see why the arch lord Orion, was so determined to claim it.
Perhaps spreading my plague a little… wider… could help me break through to the next level. A wicked smile formed internally. If the demonic monsters can spread pestilence, why can't I?
