Until late at night, after organizing the twenty thousand orc soldiers into five camps and sending them back to their barracks, more than three thousand orc soldiers remained on the training ground.
A glance around showed fear in every pair of eyes.
The more than seven hundred corpses piled on the open ground to the left told them all what had just happened.
"Gather in the center."
The three thousand or so orc soldiers did not dare delay. Under the shouts of officers and chieftains, they assembled before the platform.
They removed their armor in turn and stacked it together with their weapons.
"You are unlucky." Velin looked at the orc soldiers below and stated calmly, "Out of more than three thousand soldiers, I only need five hundred as messengers."
"All remaining orcs will be reduced to war slaves and sent charging at the front in every battle."
"Now, begin."
Before his words had fully faded, orc soldiers began attacking their comrades around them.
For a time, cries rang out without end.
Compared to the previous five reorganizations, this final one was especially bloody.
Many orcs struck to kill immediately, lest their opponent rise again and force them to fight a second time, wasting their strength.
In just ten minutes, blood had soaked the ground.
Several dozen orc soldiers could not take it anymore and tried to flee, only to be kicked back by the Orc Officers and chieftains stationed nearby.
Although the commander had not said so explicitly, if they went soft and spared these soldiers, they would be the next ones put to the blade.
Sacrificing unimportant soldiers to preserve their own lives was an easy choice.
Half an hour later, when only around five hundred remained standing, Velin ordered the fighting to stop.
With a wave of