"Warlord! We have destroyed those human houses and villages, but we found no traces of any living people." A Troll Berserker reported to the supreme commander of this operation.
There was no doubt that, as a primitive empire formed by the union of tribes, anyone called a Warlord among the Amani generally stood among the tiny handful at the very top of the pyramid of power.
The authority they held during wartime even surpassed that of the chieftains of the various tribes.
However, this hastily assembled army was not part of the Amani Empire's regular forces or main strength. It consisted of members from the Withered Troll tribes driven away by Emperor Thoradin.
Some of them had lost their families, some had lost their property, and some bore grotesque, terrifying scars across their bodies.
And every bit of it had been caused by humans.
So each and every one of them hated humans to the bone.
They had mobilized in full force this time to destroy the nation humans had just established and slaughter every living person they could find.
In comparison, the Warlord sent by the Amani Empire's ruling executives had another matter to consider: using these "stray dogs" to test the Human Empire's strength, then deciding whether to deal with the High Elves in the north first or turn around and crush humanity in its infancy.
He had never expected this rabble to destroy or defeat the Arathor Empire in one stroke. He merely wanted them to inflict as much damage as possible and kill as many people as possible, weakening humanity's overall war potential.
After all, to the Amani, whose history stretched back more than ten thousand years, the High Elves, who wielded powerful magic, were the true threat close to their hearts.
In comparison, humans, who