As the conflict between Raymond and the Orc Pantheon continued to escalate, countless factions began sending scouts to the Warhorse Plains, hoping to find out what exactly was happening there.
The gods' attention was likewise focused on this place, and they watched with great interest the kind of spectacle that had not been seen in the realms since the campaign against Cyric, the Prince of Lies.
Of course, most of them had come to laugh at the Orc Pantheon.
After all, ever since Gruumsh descended, neither he nor his followers had done anything good. They had offended practically everyone they could and could not afford to offend, and nearly every civilization in history loathed Orcs to the core.
The renowned Netheril had even launched the Great Crusade under the leadership of the Demigod Ioulaum, carrying out an unprecedented extermination of the largest Orc tribe within its borders.
That was why there were virtually no records of large-scale Orc invasions throughout the Netherese era.
It was not because they had become more obedient, but because every last one of them—men, women, old, and young—had been slaughtered clean.
Brutal facts had proven more than once that there were only two ways to resolve the conflicts and contradictions between cultures, religions, peoples, and even races within a given land.
One was to spend centuries or millennia slowly integrating and assimilating them through the passage of time and the centripetal force of civilization.
That required the civilization itself to be strong enough, while also possessing an overwhelming advantage over the surrounding civilizations.
The other was to carry out large-scale population extermination in a short period of time.
After all, if you could not solve the problem, solving the people who created it was not necessarily an ineffective method.
Especially for Ravagers like Orcs, who