Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso and Okrian-Lujin exchanged a look, both feeling helpless. Only after hearing Count Laimon out did they realize that these commoners had several fixed places of residence and were unwilling to relocate to unfamiliar lands. Moreover, the Orcs had not surged northward on a large scale, so these civilians, who did not yet have blades at their throats, naturally did not care about the nobles' relocation orders. After all, pastures and land were limited. Once they left, they would have to compete with residents elsewhere for land, not to mention all the bickering among nobles large and small...
"We need to find a way to wipe out those Warg Riders! As long as they're lodged here, your lands will never know peace!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso said coldly.
"Our troop strength probably won't be enough!" Count Laimon nodded at first, then shook his head. He dearly wanted to kill those Orcs, but he had a clear understanding of what he had at hand. His thousand-man cavalry force was not enough to swallow a force of nearly a thousand Warg Riders. Forcing the issue would be like eating half-cooked rice. By the end of it, he, this count, would be left a commander without an army!
"???" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso and Okrian-Lujin frowned. They exchanged a glance and saw the same speechless frustration in each other's eyes.
"What are you afraid of with the two of us here? The Rohan Cavalry have really gone downhill! You're timid to this extent now? With two Tier Six warriors holding the line, you still don't dare charge opponents of the same tier?" Okrian-Lujin's barbed mockery made Count Laimon's face flush red.
"You two will personally take action? That's wonderful!" Count Laimon rubbed his hands together. Why didn't you say so