Dark Elf Royal Court.
As the various Beastfolk clans broke up and scattered, the upper ranks of the Dark Elves became conflicted.
"Your Majesty, the Orc Empire is probably about to sink.
There is no deep-seated hatred between us and the humans. We even have private trade dealings with Snow Moon Territory. There is no need for us to be buried alongside them.
Breaking up and scattering, using the entire grassland as a battlefield to wear the enemy down.
Anyone could see at a glance that it was unworkable!
Scattering the troops was easy, but gathering our people together again would be harder than reaching the heavens.
Given the Orc Empire's internal conflicts, I doubt the enemy would even need to do anything. Once the clans scattered, they would start fighting among themselves.
Fortunately, you reacted quickly enough and accepted the mission to intercept the enemy army, taking the chance to extricate us.
Otherwise, if we had continued acting alongside them, we would have been in real trouble!"
A Dark Elf elder said thankfully.
When disaster struck, everyone flew off on their own. It was the most instinctive reaction of living creatures.
When the Dark Elves were gathered together, they were a force no one in the Orc Empire dared provoke.
Once they scattered, it would mean disaster.
Elf slaves were worth a fortune, and Dark Elves naturally could not be cheap.
Compared with the aloof Elves, Dark Elves were more popular in the human world because of their unique nature.
Over the past few years, they had wiped out no fewer than eight hundred slave-catching groups, if not a thousand.
If they lost the military strength to protect themselves, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Other races might be able to survive by scattering, but the Dark Elves had no