Although the orcs were an obstacle, for ordinary nobles, expanding their territory was nothing but a fool's dream. But Nalant was a transmigrator, and he also had the system.
Even the Land of Misfortune, Storm Territory's original state, had been unable to do anything to him. What were mere orcs in comparison?
"Huh, there's a castle here?"
As Nalant followed the Blue Shield Empire's knights deeper into his territory, after more than two hours of travel, an incredible sight appeared before him: a castle standing atop a small hill.
Though the castle was dilapidated, it was considerably larger than his original Lucky Castle. Judging by its scale, it was unmistakably a viscount's castle.
"Baron Nalant, Lord Roel instructed us to tell you about this as well!"
"Actually, this territory once belonged to a viscount. Back when the orcs' domain had yet to expand to the Black Rock Plains, that viscount lived here for several decades and built this viscount's castle."
"At the time, this viscountcy had at least seventy or eighty thousand people."
"Later, however, as the orcs expanded, one year they finally came to raid this viscountcy!"
"Although the viscount's descendants escaped in the end, every valuable piece of wealth was taken by the orcs, and the viscount no longer dared remain here."
"The orcs were so brazen? Your empire did nothing about it?"
In Nalant's view, a viscount was no mere knight. His liege surely could not swallow such an insult.
"Baron Nalant, that viscount was not a noble of the Six Great Empires, but a noble of the Green Onyx Principality!"
"Previously, this area was Green Onyx Principality territory. But due to the threat of the orcs, they have already retreated farther back."
"Now, the nearest border of the Green Onyx Principality is roughly more than ten