In less than a moment, the parade ground fell silent.
The orc soldiers standing in formation all wore terrified expressions as they looked at the general bathed in blood, barely managing to keep themselves from kneeling.
As for the Orc Officers and chieftains, they mostly felt relieved that they had escaped the terrifying order with their lives.
"Commander, all soldiers who disobeyed orders have been executed. Please issue your instructions." Olek returned to the foot of the platform, planted his sword in the ground, and sincerely knelt, bowing his head.
"Olek Camp is yours from this moment onward."
"I will not interfere with the appointment of officers. Whether you appoint your confidants, your personal guards, or even a dog, I do not care."
"I have only one requirement: my orders must be carried out."
"Once we are on the battlefield, if you disobey orders, do not blame me for being ruthless."
"This subordinate would never dare." Olek answered fearfully.
"Good. Go."
"Yes."
Olek replied loudly, then rose and led more than 5,500 soldiers away from the parade ground through the eastern side.
Although he had gone from commanding an entire army to leading a detached force, Olek did not dare harbor the slightest resentment. More than anything, he felt fortunate—fortunate that his corruption had been glossed over, and fortunate that he no longer had to manage that chaotic army.
After half a day and one night of reorganization, before the army of thirty thousand had even gone to war, one-tenth of it had already died.
Velin raised a hand and tossed the corpses onto the mountain of bodies.
With a thought, blazing fire appeared out of thin air and began to burn the corpses.
"Eternal Dawn Knight, what principle is this method of training an army based on?" Hetherwelin came