After the last Two-Headed Ogre finished reporting, Archibald gained a clear understanding of the forces under his command.
Aside from his direct subordinates, the troops available for battle included five thousand Furious Minotaur Warriors, five thousand Great Axe Minotaur Warriors, three thousand Blackrock Ogre Warriors, five thousand North Plains Gnoll Warriors, seven thousand Blackfang Kobold Soldiers, thirty thousand ordinary Gnoll Soldiers, thirty thousand Lizardman Soldiers, and fifty thousand Black Blood Ratman Soldiers, totaling one hundred and thirty thousand troops.
In addition, there were more than five hundred thousand Goblins and ordinary Kobolds to serve as slave soldiers and rations, enough to sustain the army for half a year.
If the war was particularly intense, they could last even longer.
Should provisions run short, all they needed to do was send a detachment to sweep through the rear, and they could obtain several months' worth of rations.
In his view, Goblin tribes and Kobold tribes were like weeds in the wilderness. Once one crop was cut down, another would grow back in less than ten years.
"Scat."
Upon hearing his name, Scat, one of the seven Great Priests of the Blackblood Ratman Clan and a High-Gold priest, stepped out from the ranks, lowered his head in salute, and waited for orders.
"Within three days, select one hundred thousand Goblins and Kobolds. Distribute Black Magic Potions to them and use them as cannon fodder."
"Yes, Commander," Scat the Black Blood Ratman replied respectfully.
After Scat returned to the ranks, Archibald looked around at the many tribal chiefs before fixing his gaze on the commander of his guards.
"Bradlik."
"General." A Soul Intent Low-Tier Half-Dragon stepped out from the ranks and bowed his head in salute.
"You will appoint members of your clan as military overseers for every unit. Any tribe that dares