Orcs were truly lacking when it came to infrastructure and toolmaking.
Wolf cavalry were purely offensive troops. For them to have a camp defense like this was already fairly decent.
Charles summoned a bird. Flapping its wings, it flew into the wolf cavalry camp and landed atop a flagpole.
The flag on the pole bore the image of a howling orc head. Orcs had pointed ears, flat noses that usually turned upward, and a pair of sharp tusks protruding from their lower lips.
A shriveled head, seemingly that of a half-elf or human, was impaled upon the spike at the top of the pole.
The bird looked down, surveying the entire camp.
The camp's layout was relatively chaotic, with gray-black fur tents scattered everywhere.
The tents were crudely built, and no two followed quite the same design.
Beside each tent was a direwolf pen, where the direwolves stayed whenever they had nothing to do.
From the bird's aerial view, the direwolf pens actually looked cleaner than the orcs' tents.
Using the bird for reconnaissance, Charles carefully counted the number of orcs in the camp.
It was already nearing dusk. Apart from several orc patrols outside, the rest had all withdrawn into the camp.
There were eight to ten orcs beneath every tent.
After counting all the tents, Charles discovered that there were actually more than seven hundred orcs here.
There were not nearly as many direwolves, however. That meant some of these orcs were infantry or auxiliary troops, responsible for defending the camp or watching over the logistical supplies.
Evening was a busy time.
The direwolves howled incessantly. Even from far away, Charles could hear their wolfish cries.
Some orcs carried meat, while others brought food cooked from coarse grains to feed the direwolves, finally stopping their howls.
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