Barbecuing Was a Bit Too Oil-Intensive

Under the blazing sun of Silithus, the eastern and western fronts presented entirely different scenes.

On the eastern front, outside the Rego Insect Nest.

King Saurfang frowned as he watched the battle before him. The Kor'kron warriors were indeed fierce. Green insect fluid splashed with every swing of their battle axes, while the cracking of shattered carapaces rang without end. Yet the rhythm of the battle felt somewhat... awkward.

"Careful! Don't chop too hard! That breastplate shell is intact!"

"Surround it! Hit its legs! Just take away its mobility!"

"Quick! While it's stunned, remove its pincers! Be careful not to crack them!"

Similar cries rang out across the battlefield from time to time. When fighting the vicious Qiraji, the Orc warriors often held back several degrees of strength. They preferred to stun and subdue their foes, then attempt to obtain the insect shells that Goblins had marked with high prices without damaging them. This undoubtedly made the battle far more difficult and dangerous. Every prolonged struggle for a "perfect capture" meant more openings and longer exposure.

Although the Orcs could still advance steadily through their elite strength and numerical advantage, the casualty count was far higher than Saurfang had expected. From time to time, Orcs were injured or even brought down by counterattacks while trying to capture a fierce Qiraji Ravager alive. The accompanying Shamans and Druid guides hurried back and forth, tending to the wounded, but Saurfang's heart kept sinking.

The Goblin merchants, meanwhile, hid safely in the distance with telescopes and ledgers, excitedly recording their "supply sources." Every so often, they let out frustrated sighs when a particularly intact insect shell was accidentally smashed. The clinking of gold coins seemed to tug at the hearts of some Orc soldiers more strongly than war drums did.

Meanwhile, on the