Dranosh had thought that if he acted tough, the problem would be solved. Reality slapped him hard across the face.
"My lord, more Orcs have arrived. They're attacking the cattle farm, trying to slaughter the cattle for meat." An Orc found Dranosh, who was harvesting wheat, panting heavily.
"What?" Dranosh was startled. "Have they gone mad? Are they trying to start a war with us? That cattle farm has the last batch of livestock in the territory. They still dare to seize them by force?"
He threw down the wheat stalks, grabbed his sickle, and rushed toward the cattle farm.
Before he had run far, two groups of Orcs were already facing off. One side was the territory's patrol, while the larger group consisted of newly arrived Mag'har Orcs. Not only did they outnumber the patrol, but they also had several dire wolves backing them up.
The Orcs of Regar Territory had been forced back step by step. Several of the newly arrived Mag'har Orcs had already broken away, preparing to slaughter the cattle.
"Stop!" Dranosh shouted urgently. "What are you trying to do? Rob us?"
Bare-chested, his anger made every muscle on his body bulge.
"Kid, who the hell are you? We want some meat. What's it got to do with you?" one of the leaders said disdainfully from atop a dire wolf.
"No. These are the last beef cattle in our territory. If you eat them, what will we eat?" Dranosh argued.
Although Regar Territory mainly ate bread, what Orc did not want meat? They had raised Kodos and slowly expanded the herd, hoping to have a meat meal every so often. Yet now, the cattle they had painstakingly raised were about to be stolen. Every Orc in Regar Territory was furious, ready to fight these foreign bandits