Zhao Fu had also obtained information on the half-orcs opposite them. They were a kind of half-wolfmen, with human bodies as well as wolf ears and wolf tails. Their hands could sometimes transform into wolf claws. They were generally powerfully built and held considerable advantages in speed.
They also possessed a racial talent: all of them had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, making them quite troublesome to deal with.
In truth, whether Orcs or half-orcs, both were foreign races. Foreign races generally held advantages in physique or speed, while humans seemed quite mediocre in these aspects.
The other kingdoms also found fighting them thankless and exhausting because of these advantages, so they did not wish to stir up trouble. More importantly, this was a private grudge rather than an invasion, giving them even less reason to interfere.
Zhao Fu led three hundred people directly to the military camp. The general originally responsible for guarding this place had also learned of Zhao Fu's arrival and was naturally rather angry. The front lines were currently locked in fierce battle, yet the highest command of the war had suddenly been handed to an outsider who had appeared out of nowhere.
No one would feel at ease with that. Replacing a general in the middle of a battle was an absolute battlefield taboo, as it would cause morale to plummet.
Zhao Fu led his people into the tent used for deliberations. The people inside looked at the arriving Zhao Fu with faint displeasure on their faces, clearly less than welcoming. Seated at the head was a valiant-looking man in his thirties, clad in azure armor.
He stared coldly at Zhao Fu. "What methods did you use to bewitch the Empress Dowager? She actually sent you here to command the battlefield. Do you know