Qian, Namenis, Hu Que, and Sanfde stood quietly behind him.
Brand held a rough stone tablet in his hand, his gaze cutting through the layers of broken walls and remnants of the elf ruins, looking in the direction of the valley—lizardmen sporadically appeared in that direction, their short figures flitting through the gaps between the trees, those partially evolved reptiles appearing and disappearing occasionally. Brand glanced over and roughly estimated that there were at least two large squads on the other side, no fewer than three hundred heads, and possibly more behind. It seemed that Yohkel and Conrad had already joined forces, very cautious, the young man confirmed.
He raised his head; another clear day, the sky tinged with a hint of purple. The afternoon sunlight flowed silently over the forest, making the tree canopies near and far seep with a piercing green.
He squinted his eyes.
