At Mesons Camp in the southern Laan Tribe Territory, an army of over two hundred thousand Black Asia Orcs was stationed.
Inside a large tent in the central camp, more than a hundred Black Asia Orcs at the Soul Intent rank stood along both sides.
"Gamond, how are the troop deployments progressing?" A Low-Legendary Black Asia Orc seated at the head of the tent tapped the armrest, producing a series of crisp sounds.
"Lord Bamos, following your orders, the Second Legion, Third Legion, Seventh Legion, Ninth Legion, and Eleventh Legion have assembled."
"The four hundred thousand tribal warriors drafted into service are currently being reorganized according to your orders. It is expected to be completed in two months."
"Speed it up. The humans will not leave us much time."
"Yes."
After Gamond returned to the ranks, Bamos swept his gaze over the many generals in the tent and said in a deep voice, "Containing the human offensive in the north is the task the Great Priest entrusted to me."
"But!"
The hundred-odd Black Asia Orcs at the Soul Intent rank grew solemn, awaiting Bamos's instructions.
"Retaking the Kamo Tribe Territory is my bottom line."
"In this war, only one of us and the Kamo Tribe Territory may remain in the Kols United Kingdom."
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, everyone answered loudly.
No matter what thoughts they harbored, at this moment, they had to show their determination. Even if it was an act, they had to put on the appearance of being ready to die.
Bamos understood the generals' attitudes perfectly, but as long as they won a battle, those commanders filled with doubts would change their true thoughts.
As for the human force they would use as their first target, it would naturally be the human army in the north.
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