Between the Colossal Beasts

"Across the entire Hindukush Basin, the orc tribes number more than eighty in bits and pieces, and the Beast God's Favored alone number fifty or sixty. They look as if they can be divided into two great branches, but in truth they're a tray of loose sand." Facing Shahman's questioning, Shitade Woziyi finally told the truth. "The Royal Court does indeed hope that the overcrowded basin can be integrated further."

"Hmph. You make it sound so pretty. Isn't it just sending the Human Race to die first, then sending the orcs to die, and finally dispatching the Royal Court's tribes to come take over huge stretches of empty land?" Old Camel held the so-called integration of territory in complete contempt.

"Then I'll speak plainly. Right now, the entire basin's attitude toward the Royal Court is what dissatisfies the Beast King most." At this point, Shitade could not help but sigh.

"Over the past hundred years, the Human Race has spread its branches and scattered its leaves throughout the basin, and the Favored have grown explosively under the care of the Human Race Archmage. Are the orcs of Hindukush still willing to obey the Royal Court's commands now? Or are they more willing to listen to that old father of theirs?"

Old Camel fell silent. In the past few decades, aside from collecting taxes from the various tribes of Hindukush every year, demanding tribute and ores, and sending envoys down to press them like death itself, what had the Royal Court done?

Yet Archmage Rosef Vishidno had not only supplied everyone with nearly twenty percent of their potions and Magic Plants, he had also delivered every one of the Favored.

Old Camel even guessed that if Hindukush were as large as the Gallop Plains and could support enough local tribes, perhaps