"Bread tastes awful!" How could the warlord agree to going vegetarian from now on? "We Orcs have always eaten meat!"
"Meat, meat. Haven't those peons been eating hard bread all this time? Don't think I don't know. Meat has been scarce for more than a day or two. Those peons stopped getting meat long ago. If they can eat bread, why can't you?" Thrall had understood the situation perfectly well all along.
"If warriors don't eat meat, we won't have any strength!" The warlord came up with another excuse.
"Fine. Get out!" Thrall was already despairing. There was no reasoning with these idiots. No matter how much he explained that Orcs could eat bread and wheat cakes, they would always find some excuse to demand meat.
The warlord felt as though a burden had been lifted and hurriedly left the room.
Thrall had a splitting headache, as if his head were about to explode. The pulse in his forehead throbbed violently.
"Great Chieftain, if this continues, war will inevitably break out. Should we gather everyone for another meeting and reiterate the ban?" Saurfang advised from the side.
"No!" Thrall rose to his feet and paced several circles through his command tent. He lowered his voice and said to Saurfang, "From today onward, prepare for battle. Have our people stockpile as many supplies as possible."
"Great Chieftain, do you mean we should prepare to attack?" Saurfang did not understand Thrall's intentions.
"I'm thinking that since we can't restrain the clans' border-crossing raids, we might as well let them run wild. Let them make trouble. If they manage to seize something, that's their good fortune. If they fail and get killed by the elves instead, that's their bad luck. At least they'll stop coming here every day to complain to me." Thrall