Archdemon

Although Chaos Land does not have legendary power, it definitely has a lot of sanctuaries.

Whether it is the Fang Clan or the Short Blade Clan, they will have to pay a lot of casualties to take over Chaos Land.

Even if they finally conquer Chaos Land as they wish, the gains may not be enough to offset the losses.

Moreover, when any clan launches a war against Chaos Land, the other clan will not sit idly by.

What is even more tricky is that whenever a clan attempts to launch a war against Chaos Land, the other clan will never sit idly by. Not only will they play tricks in secret, but sometimes they will even interfere openly.

Provide weapons and equipment to the natives of Chaos Land, and sometimes even directly send foreign slaves to join the war.

Moreover, even if Chaos Land is conquered, many orc conspiracies and underground organizations will find new places, which is not worth the loss. It is better to let them stay in this Chaos Land, which is at least in the open.

This is the reason why Chaos Land can exist.

Wu Ya's thoughts were scattered. After a long while, she collected them and said to the middle-aged half-orc lying below:

"Have the tribes near the border started to prepare for war?"

"Reporting to the great grandmother, they have already started, but if the enemy invades, I am afraid they will find it difficult to resist." The middle-aged half-orc replied.

Wu Ya nodded.

This is the truth. The efficiency of the tribal half-orc empire in mobilizing and assembling troops is very low.

Their efficiency is not much better than those tribes in the Land of Chaos. The only one with faster efficiency may be the standing soldiers of the Fang Tribe.

"What is the movement of this force after taking over the Land of Chaos?" Wu Ya asked.

"According to the intelligence, this force is currently keeping its troops in place. They had completely taken over the Land of Chaos a few days before the intelligence was sent, but they did not invade the territory controlled by our clan afterwards." The middle-aged half-orc shook his head.

Wu Ya nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that this force's appetite is not big..."

"Grandmother, what do you mean? Do we still need to reorganize the troops?" The middle-aged half-orc asked in a low voice.

"Reorganize the troops. No matter what, we still need to be prepared. The Chaos Land has been taken, and it is not our Sharp Fang Clan that should be anxious." Wu Ya smiled.

"Go down and get the boys to move. The war may break out at any time."

Wu Ya's face showed fatigue, and she waved her hand casually.

The middle-aged half-orc bowed slightly and stepped back: "Yes! Grandmother, I will arrange it now."

...

At the same time, in the clan hall of the Short Blade Clan in the territory of an orc.

A burly half-orc sat on the throne, listening to the news from the intelligence officer below.

The Chaos Land was occupied by a new force, and it was completely conquered without encountering any resistance.

This burly half-orc is the patriarch of the Short Blade Clan. He is the legendary Scarlet Ripper, a legendary warrior.

He is Goss, Short Blade.

Goss is much taller than ordinary half-orcs. He is three meters tall and has bulging muscles.

He is wearing a set of armor with witchcraft runes. This set of armor is made of Warcraft fur and some metal materials.

There are red lines on his face, which is the embodiment of the power of rules.

After listening to the report, Gos suppressed his anger and asked, "Could the force that took over the Chaos Land be the bitches of the Fang Clan?"

An Orc general in the hall shook his head and said, "Chief, according to the intelligence we have collected, it should not be."

"The forces of this force are composed of goblins and undead, and judging from their weapons and equipment and combat effectiveness, they have no connection with the Fang Clan."

"How many of the forces that the clan has planted in the Chaos Land are left now?" Gos leaned back in his chair and asked in a low voice.

"Only one in ten survived... Only a few sanctuaries escaped back." The Orc general sighed.

After hearing this, Gos took a deep breath, grabbed the armrest of the throne, and squeezed it until it creaked.

"Waste, damn it!"

"If they can't beat them, can't they take people and escape! All the efforts of the clan over the years have been in vain!" Gos suppressed his anger, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The Orc general said in panic: "Chief, the enemy is too fast. In less than a month, they have swept through the chaotic land. They have no time to react."

Goss's big hands grasped the armrests of the throne and murmured: "In less than a month... they are all trash."

"Throw all those who escaped back into theDeath camp, they need to atone for their failure with their lives." Goss gave the order indifferently.

"Yes, Chief!" The Orc General did not dare to refute at all.

"Order the clans to prepare for war, and give orders to the tribes below to bring troops to join the alliance." Goss continued to give orders.

"Chief, to what extent have the tribes below been mobilized?" the Orc General asked.

Goss looked at the sky outside the hall, his expression cold: "Great!"

"Great!?" The Orc General shouted in horror, and then hurriedly said: "Yes! "

The Orc general did not dare to say anything. He did not want to offend Goss who was angry.

Dafa, this is a standard for gathering troops in the Orc Empire.

When the Short Blade Clan issued this order to the large, medium and small tribes that depended on it, it meant that all the Orcs above the Black Iron Rank in these tribes had to carry weapons and supplies to serve the Short Blade Clan.

Dafa means everything.

No matter old or young, as long as their strength is above the Black Iron Rank, they need to serve the Short Blade Clan.

This order was passed on to each tribe by the messenger of the Short Blade Clan.

Some tribes were wailing, some tribes were full of hope, but no matter what the situation was, all the people in their tribe Professionals were packing their equipment and, under the leadership of the tribe leader, were gathering at the gathering place designated by the Short Blade Clan.

In this land, no one dared to refuse the orders of the Short Blade Clan.

Refusing means death!

Without any discussion, the Short Blade Clan would even wipe out the tribes that disobeyed orders before attacking the enemy.

Even if they obeyed the orders, the final outcome would not be particularly good.

Under the great attack, the tribe was almost defenseless, which was the most prone to problems.

Even if there were no problems with the tribe, these tribal soldiers suffered heavy casualties in the fierce battlefield, and only a small number of them could return to the tribe, which meant the decline of the tribe's strength.