"My lord, the main Orc force has slowed down. However, they've sent even more Doghead People over—at least three or four hundred of them!" Every movement of the Orcs was under little Sherry's watch.
"Mm. Send Raymond the order: if those Doghead People dare come close, kill them immediately, but don't pursue too far!"
"Also, Vivian, go shoot some as well. Just make sure they can't threaten the team's next moves!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Nalant's subordinates immediately sprang into action.
A little over ten minutes later, those Doghead People scouts reached the vicinity of the battlefield Nalant had arranged.
The Doghead People formed groups of ten and began continuously scouting and probing.
Perhaps they had received instructions from that Wise One, for these Doghead People were methodical in their reconnaissance as well.
A small portion roamed along both flanks, some circled around to check whether there were more ambushes behind them, while another small group charged directly toward the battlefield before Nalant, apparently intending to test Nalant and his men.
"Young master, the Orcs have appeared!"
The instant the Orcs emerged, Daz's subordinates all began to stand on guard.
"I know. Puke, look—it really was just as I guessed!" Daz had long since been swept up in excitement.
The reason was simple. The number of Orcs appearing around them clearly matched his expectations. There were over a hundred Doghead People ahead.
And there were sounds made by Doghead People on both flanks.
That meant the total number of Doghead People definitely did not exceed a thousand.
With strength like that, even his thousand-man squad could easily wipe them out. After all, Doghead People were merely the lowest sort among the Orcs.
Just as Daz finished speaking, fighting had already broken out ahead.
More than fifty Longbowmen stood at the