"Marshal, fifty li to the southwest, there is a large migrating Behemoth tribe."
Hudson was slightly taken aback upon receiving the news.
The Behemoth Clan had a sparse population, and large tribes were even rarer. Encountering one on the vast grasslands was no easier than finding a needle in the sea.
The Expeditionary Corps had destroyed over a hundred Beastfolk tribes since entering the grasslands, yet they had not encountered a single Behemoth tribe, let alone a large one.
For a time, Hudson had even believed that the Behemoth tribes were still in the Qulin Mountains and had not yet returned to the grasslands.
There was certainly no possibility of luring the enemy. Using a Behemoth tribe of over ten thousand people as bait would require the Behemoth Emperor to have water in his brain.
"Pass down the order. The army is to cook and eat. We march in two hours and swallow this Behemoth tribe!"
Hudson gave the order decisively.
Meat delivered to his doorstep was meat not to be wasted. The Behemoth Clan was already weak; losing another ten thousand people would only make it weaker.
In the survival-of-the-fittest Orc Empire, a race whose strength remained unbalanced for too long would inevitably attract covetous eyes.
Hudson had studied the structure of the Orc Empire. If one royal family fell, the resulting power vacuum could never be filled in a short time.
The Five Great Royal Families could suppress their many vassal races not only because they were powerful themselves, but more importantly because of their "psychological advantage."
For countless years, the Five Great Royal Families had ruled the Orc Empire. Even internal conflicts had mostly been struggles among themselves, and everyone had grown accustomed to that pattern.
Once a royal family fell, everyone's habitual understanding would change. It