"Are they sure they'll help? As far as I know, the strength of the three northern kingdoms is worrying right now! The Dwarves of Erebor in the north are still locked in a mad meat grinder with the Orcs beneath the Grey Mountains! Those wandering Orcs will still look for chances to head south!" Yun Feng narrowed his eyes.
"Have they lost their minds? They know they can't win, yet they're still coming here to die? Why travel thousands of miles? Just to get killed?" Duke Joelster was utterly baffled. The Dwarves of Erebor might lack offensive power, but when it came to positional warfare, their capabilities were no worse than those of any top-tier troops!
"If they don't head south, they'll die! The north's carrying capacity is far too weak! How could that barren land possibly feed tens of thousands of Orcs? Don't forget how ridiculously poor Orcs are at farming! Could they even grow enough food to support themselves in the far north? Even humans could barely scrape by farming in the Northern Territory! And the Orcs' garbage logistics..." Yun Feng shook his head, his eyes full of disdain. After all, he had personally investigated these matters, visited countless nomad households in the Northern Territory, and exchanged intelligence with other kingdoms. The Orcs' pitiful logistical and supply capabilities... frankly, they probably did not measure up to even a single marquis from the Empire at its height!
"They're that bad?" Duke Joelster froze. The Orcs the Empire had faced back then were completely different from what he now understood! The Orcs of that era had also been an agricultural civilization! Their ability to farm and fight had not been much worse than humanity's...
"They're a little weak, but don't let your guard down. Their numbers are still terrifying. If