Another Hudson admirer. The Dark Elf Queen rubbed her forehead helplessly.
The Orc Empire was good in every other respect, but the moment Hudson was mentioned, everyone seemed to have collectively gone mad.
From the high-ranking rulers down to ordinary soldiers, all of them suffered from severe Hudson phobia.
If they encountered him on the battlefield, their own morale would drop three notches before either side even exchanged blows.
Knowing it was useless. Everyone understood the reasoning, but fear was an instinctive bodily response.
After being beaten down by him all this time, they had long developed a psychological shadow that could not be erased with a few words.
Things were no longer as they had been. The Alpha Kingdom had chosen to settle down and focus on farming, leaving the Orc Empire with few measures it could take.
All the races could do was join the race and improve their racial strength as much as possible in the shortest possible time.
As for the Orc Empire's political structure, that was an unsolvable problem. Whoever touched it would die.
After exchanging a few words, the rulers of the various races returned to their respective homes. From beginning to end, no one mentioned striking first and starting a war.
It was not that they did not want to. They simply lacked the strength.
The balance of power between the two nations had already tipped. Although the Alpha Kingdom was currently poor enough to rattle, it was about to reap a bumper harvest.
As long as food was not scarce in the feudal era, even if the civilian economy collapsed, the resulting impact would be limited.
Judging by the Alpha Kingdom's past practices, if large numbers of commoners truly went bankrupt, they could simply send them to the frontier to reclaim farmland.