After the Wolf King's explanation, the orc warriors finally understood:
"So, they stopped in southern Turanze because they were waiting for us to challenge them?"
"Those massive machines that thundered day and night, digging pits and trenches—were they preparing the battlefield?"
"That makes sense. They came crawling out from the depths of the Tusks Mountain Range for no reason, and they don't look as mighty and majestic as us High-Level Orcs. If they don't display enough strength, it really would be hard for anyone to see them as allies!"
Everyone chimed in at once, using Turanze's logic to make sense of the whole matter.
"So, going to welcome our new friends is not some insignificant task. On the contrary, it is an incomparably glorious mission."
The Wolf King struck while the iron was hot. "Only the strongest orc battle group is qualified to represent all of Turanze and display the bearing of High-Level Orcs before entirely new allies.
"And this battle group's performance will determine how our allies view us—whether they value us and even stand in awe of us, or despise us and even ignore us.
"Since this most sacred mission has fallen upon your shoulders, of course I will not lightly deprive you of your glory.
"Now, you will follow me back to Crimson Gold City and witness the entire process of me reclaiming the War Chieftain's throne.
"And once I hold Turanze's supreme authority, I will provide you with ten times more weapons, rations, servant-soldiers, and secret medicines, allowing you to form a vast and splendid diplomatic mission. You will march magnificently toward the southern border and tell our new friends what true Turan Heroes really look like!"
The Wolf King's words detonated the entire command tent.
For a time, the morale of the entire army soared