How much ground could one hundred thousand orc corpses cover when spread out?
Enzo and Alda could not be bothered to calculate such a dull question. In any case, the area was vast—vast enough for the corpses of orcs to blanket the ground for several li in every direction. The freezing wind howled in, whipping up heavy snow, and before long, the field of orc bodies was buried beneath ice and snow.
Among the Vias mages Alda had brought were several earth-element Saint Mages. Working together, they used earth magic to turn the sheer cliff into a gentle earthen slope. Three thousand heavily armored Gallic Royal Forbidden Guard cavalrymen and thirty thousand light cavalrymen of the Longshan Family charged down the slope, joining forces with the tens of thousands of Forsaken People as they surged mightily toward the orcs' camp.
The hundred-thousand-strong orc army was the core force of the orc legion commanded by Hu Dajin. Yet no army could consist solely of combat troops. Hu Dajin's legion also had more than twenty thousand aged, weak, sick, and crippled orcs serving as logistical personnel, along with several hundred charming and lovely catgirls acting as attendants.
Snowflakes the size of infants' fists came pouring down from the sky. The bitter wind roared like a beast, drowning out every other sound. When Enzo and Alda led their army to the outskirts of the orc camp, the orcs left behind to guard it had not noticed anything amiss outside.
Those dogman and catman logistics troops, so old that the fur was nearly falling off their bodies, had built roaring fires and set huge iron cauldrons bubbling with steaming meat broth. They threw in great heaps of looted spices as if they cost nothing. The rich scent of meat carried far on the icy