"Marshal, the Dark Elves sent over the corpses of the Elephant King and Leopard King, along with a Projection Stone recording their achievements."
After Count Guren finished speaking, the corner of Hudson's mouth curled into a faint smile.
It was clear that the Dark Elves knew how to read the situation.
They knew that dragging things out for so long had already tested the kingdom's limits of patience, so they directly offered up the two royal courts as their pledge of allegiance.
With such dazzling achievements laid before him, Hudson naturally forgot the previous unpleasantness.
"Count, announce the Dark Elves' achievements to the entire army, especially the auxiliary forces.
Once their achievements have been verified, award merit points according to the rules!"
In just a few days, three of the Orc Empire's "Four Emperors and Seven Kings" had vanished. Such encouraging news had to be shared with everyone.
The auxiliary forces were a mixed bunch. A single unit could handle isolated beastfolk tribes, but expecting them to wipe out royal courts or imperial courts was clearly unrealistic.
It did not matter if they could not defeat the enemy. As long as they could locate them, that was enough for Hudson.
Without the help of local snakes, relying solely on the Kingdom Army to suppress them would not bring peace to the grasslands even in another ten years.
The war on the grasslands entered a new stage, and the resulting political impact swiftly began spreading across the continent.
The destruction of one imperial court might have been an accident, but when two more royal courts fell right after it, it had gone from coincidence to inevitability.
No matter how deeply the beastfolk races had entrenched themselves in the grasslands, they could not withstand betrayal by "traitors."
Other major powers could