While the atmosphere in Silverymoon was strange, the Black Orcs were not idle either. Though the rebellion in the main camp had ended, the mess on the western front only grew worse with every battle. The troops originally sent to suppress the revolt never even reached the battlefield before collapsing outright...
When the news returned, Huo Keduo had nearly killed the warlord leading the unit. But he knew the warlord could not truly be blamed. The consequences of the rebellion in the main camp had simply been too severe.
Though the open fighting had ended for now, an even greater storm was gathering beneath the surface of that calm. No one knew when the next major rebellion would erupt.
The force sent to put down the rebellion was merely a microcosm of the damage it had caused. Internal strife broke out halfway there. The warlord did not even know how it had begun. They had simply been marching when chaos suddenly erupted. By the end, no one even knew who was fighting whom, or why they were fighting. They just fought in a complete mess.
When it was over, barely anyone remained...
Clearly, someone did not want the rebellion on the western front to end. Huo Keduo had nearly lost control several times, seizing his battle-axe and charging into the camps of the Church of the Dead Three to slaughter everyone inside.
But in the end, he calmed down. It might have felt satisfying, but it would not benefit the Black Orcs in the slightest. It would only trigger even greater conflict, perhaps even destroy everything they had built in one stroke.
"How much food do we have left?" Huo Keduo was like an enraged bull. Panting heavily, he threw a warlord who had been beaten half to death onto