Before entering a combat state and after entering one were completely different.
The bones of the Dark Orcs all carried bloodlust.
Once they truly entered a combat state, any thoughts of lying down and giving up vanished without a trace.
Heibuge Moblood stood atop the tall tower beside the parade ground, looking down as he inspected the forces still assembling.
"If my good human brother wasn't lying, then Firelick Carlrig will soon lose control of the Blackwater Army camp!"
"My heart tells me I must trust him, but I'm still curious how he obtained this information."
"And if Firelick Carlrig really led its army away from the Blackwater Army camp, where could it be going?"
"It's a viper of a creature—ruthless and incomparably cunning."
"Anything capable of driving it to leave camp with most of the Blackwater Army must be an extremely valuable target."
"But its forces are limited. Where could it possibly attack?"
Heibuge Moblood maintained a frenzied grin, but his thoughts raced within his mind.
Although he possessed the personality tag "Arrogant," that did not mean he had completely given up thinking.
"Could this be a tactic to lure the tiger from the mountain?"
"No... my good human brother would not deceive me..."
"The final fated duel can only take place between him and me!"
MAX favorability was like poison, forcibly erasing the suspicion that had arisen in his heart.
"Besides, even if I lead one hundred thousand Moblood Clan troops out on campaign, there will still be over two hundred thousand warriors remaining in the territory. With the clan buildings and the Armored Arrow Towers around the perimeter, the mere hundred-something thousand Blackwater Army troops under that bastard Firelick Carlrig could never breach the clan camp."
"By the same logic, neither the Redbone Clan nor the Blackvein