Solam sat and thought for a while, then asked Harris, "Do you know where the orcs keep their granary?"
"How would I know? That place must be heavily guarded. There's no way ordinary soldiers would be told." Harris looked utterly astonished.
As the saying went, provisions came before the troops marched!
The same held true in Faerûn. Especially with an invasion on this scale—without sufficient food, these orcs would have been driven back home long ago. How could they possibly have surrounded Silverymoon?
"Then who do you think would know?" Solam asked.
"Warlord Mabli!" Harris actually knew this. Warlord Mabli was the leader of the orc camp Harris had infiltrated before. His name was naturally no secret among the soldiers and had been easy to uncover.
"Good!"
Warlord Mabli had been irritated lately—extremely irritated. Because he had been bored out of his mind.
As a typical Black Orc, Mabli craved battle. He craved the wails of enemies at death's door, along with the pleading and terror of human civilians before they were killed. Human shrimps' fear in particular was something Mabli never grew tired of watching.
Oh, right—Mabli was a follower of the God of Fear. He loved spreading terror.
But his happy days had quickly left him behind. He had been transferred away from the main force and sent to guard this godforsaken place. They might as well have sent him west—if he kept going west, there would definitely be fighting. Unlike here, where there was no battle and no human shrimps for him to have fun with. He had nearly been bored sick these past few days and could only take it out on his underlings.
Thinking of this, Mabli could not help cursing Orc King Huo Keduo.
Don't be surprised. Just because Huo Keduo had led