Dragon Knight's Slaughter of Cannon Fodder

At that moment, an Orc patrol was wandering across the Glaton Plains, searching for today's meal. Some time ago, their scouts had stumbled upon a nomadic village from the Northern Territory. These humans had only recently migrated there. In a region as perilous as the Northern Territory, civilians migrating frequently was perfectly normal. Thus, a strange sight had emerged across the northern wilderness: human tribes migrated to evade danger, while Orc tribes, having lost their food source due to those human migrations, migrated after them. The territories of every race across the great wilderness were constantly shifting...

"Roar, roar, roar! I smell food!" The leading Orc scout suddenly lifted its head and flared its nostrils, sniffing the air. Drool streamed from the corner of its mouth.

"It's roasted meat!" the Orc scout said excitedly. Clearly, only intelligent races prepared roasted meat, which meant they were about to find food.

"Then lead the way already! Move!" The only combatant in the group—a Second Tier Warrior—furiously kicked the scout to the ground while waving a crude Battle Halberd. For the past few days, he had only drunk some water and eaten a few worms. That was not even enough to fill the gaps in his teeth. He desperately craved protein now!

"Hurry up! I want meat!"

"Meat! Meat!"

The Orc group immediately erupted into an uproar, the Orcs shouting and jostling in total chaos!

"Roar!" The Second Tier Orc warrior let out a low growl and slammed his Battle Halberd into the ground, gouging out a trench! Madness gleamed in his eyes.

"Quiet! You idiots!" The Orc warrior cowed everyone with a murderous glare. All the Orcs stopped at once and looked at him fearfully.

"Sneak over there. We'll ambush them! Those humans are as cunning as prairie gophers. If they notice