After a night's rest, the Treefolk collectively appeared at the city gates of the Elven kingdom's capital.
Their majestic and solid figures immediately drew the attention of the Elves.
They watched these Treefolk warriors curiously, each one excited beyond measure.
It's noteworthy that even some of the elves, who are thousands of years old, have never seen Treefolk warriors march into battle.
Now, all of a sudden, a whole group appeared.
Other units gathering together could be described as a dense mass.
But when the Treefolk warriors gathered, it gave the illusion of lush greenery well-organized.
"Is everyone here?"
At some point, Lette stood atop the city wall.
Looking down at the Treefolk warriors, he pulled out a strange magic device.
"Mr. Lette, all nine hundred and twenty-seven Treefolk warriors have gathered."
The Treefolk Clan Leader stood at the gate, towering much higher than the entire wall.
"But, how do you plan to take us away?"
