The situation on the Orc Alliance's side was roughly this: the easiest-to-plunder, most resource-rich countries were all occupied by the strongest tribes. Only the strong were worthy of enjoying those resources, and it was the same everywhere.
Under these circumstances, some exceptionally weak orc tribes would choose to attach themselves to powerful tribes, serving them like oxen and horses in hopes of getting a share of the spoils.
Among the surrounding nations, the Goblin Kingdom was considered a tough nut to crack.
Even so, whenever they seized an opportunity, they often succeeded. Their victories and defeats were more or less evenly matched.
Among the surrounding powers, there truly wasn't a single one whose food they were completely unable to steal.
Until the opponent became Great Zhou...
According to Man Gu, before they made their move, they had actually considered the possibility of defeat. For that reason, they had even set aside time to raid food from other places.
However, even in his wildest dreams, Man Gu could never have imagined that this defeat would end up dragging him down with it.
Whenever he thought of this, Man Gu's feelings became complicated.
So am I dead now, or am I not?
He seemed to be dead, yet also seemed not to be.
But no matter how one looked at it, he apparently no longer needed to worry about eating in the future. That ravenous stomach had left him forever, leaving behind only a skeleton burning with Soul Fire.
"Let's get back to the totems."
Wei Qing had indeed been curious about the scale of the Orc Alliance and the surrounding powers, and had inadvertently dragged the conversation far off course.
"Tell me about the totems."
Wei Qing did not ask any specific questions. After outlining the information he wanted to know,