In the snow.
The monster army that arrived at the forest has already begun their work.
The division of labor is clear.
The jackal-wolf people, holding elite short swords, are staying vigilant on the outskirts, while the most numerous goblins are responsible for the actual felling work, cutting down trees with sharp axes, trimming branches, and then the larger, stronger ogres haul the timber onto flat carts.
The strongest in the group are the three trolls.
They are mumbling commands, dressed in beastman armor, exhaling thick white mist from their large nostrils.
"Damn little brats, move faster!"
This group of massive creatures, generally standing 3 to 5 meters tall, does not engage in actual work; they are the temporary leaders of this logging team, with challenge levels usually at level 5 and above.
Just as the trolls were commanding the monster army.
Several black spikes suddenly shot up from the ground.
"Roar!!!"
