"No, Great Leader!" the elder squeaked, trembling.
"We got it all wrong! The Elves are crazy strong. Their numbers are in Tens of thousands, led by that Elf King, are all around our territory!"
"No way!"
Their Giant leader's roar shook the stone walls. It had ruled the ogre tribe for years, living right next to the Elves. How could it not know their numbers? When they were practically neighbours, just a few weeks ago they were at war with Kobolds and goblins.
Even if their goddess blessed them and they grew fast, a few thousand would be a lot. But the ogre elder directly stated tens of thousands of elven fighters had stormed its territory.
Was this a trick? Illusion? Or something else?
The Giant leader's face twisted, red with anger. It snatched the elder up like a tiny bird, lifting it high with one big hand.
"You dare lie and laugh at the great Leader of your race?!"
