"You're saying a human force tens of thousands strong has marched south from the north?" The Chariot People chieftain before him brightened.
"Yes! It's the force from that southern kingdom! They've brought an army of tens of thousands to sweep through the northern lands!" Clearly, to Han Xuxuyang, chieftain of the Barren Stone Tribe, this human force was the northern expeditionary army of that terrifying kingdom...
"How is that possible? The southern kingdom hasn't had the strength to organize an army of tens of thousands for a northern campaign in a long time!" The Chariot People chieftain could hardly believe it. The once-powerful Gondor had long since declined, and the era of the king of Gondor's eastern expeditions was over. The weapons of the Eastern Yi had drunk deeply of the blood of Gondor's soldiers and kings. They did not believe a single word from their Orc allies.
"..." The Barren Stone Tribe chieftain gave the arrogant Eastern Yi Chariot People chieftain before him a long look. He knew full well that this frog at the bottom of the well, living far away in the east, had no idea what the world-destroying Forbidden Spell War was. They had never witnessed the horrific sight of Dragon Knights slaughtering infantry, either. After all, the Nazgûl had recruited the tribes west of the Eastern Yi; the other Chariot People in the Eastern Yi lands had never fought Roland. Barbarians who had never experienced the King of Lagrange's iron fist were naturally rather bold in their speech...
"I think you're worrying too much. How could Western Humans possibly push deep into the Northern Territory? Ever since the Northmen Knights headed south back then, the northern humans have long since lost most of their fighting spirit..." The Eastern Yi Chariot People man shook his head,