At the thought of half-elves, even Gash Bloodtooth could not help licking his thick lips.
Orcs had strong desires. They not only liked their own kind, but also other races.
Elves and half-elves were equally alluring to orcs.
Once captured, they would suffer a fate worse than death.
Whether male or female, half-elves could fetch a good price in the large orc tribes at the rear.
As for elves, there was no need to say more. They were premium goods only chiefs and clan leaders of the top tribes could enjoy.
Even male elves were welcome to these chiefs. After all, weren't there two holes?
Gash Bloodtooth had enjoyed half-elves before. The taste was simply different from female orcs.
Gash Bloodtooth's shout made the orcs cheer and roar even louder.
They could not wait to join the battle, tear their enemies apart, and seize captives.
The orc vanguard, that small cluster of wolf riders, quickly caught up with Charles and his cavalry, who had deliberately lured them in.
However, these dire wolf rider scouts did not rush to attack. Instead, they prowled around the outskirts, monitoring the caravan.
Under Charles's orders, more than a dozen cavalrymen disguised as caravan guards charged out, trying to drive off the wolf riders.
They began shooting arrows from afar, but the distance also gave the orcs time to react.
Both sides traded attacks back and forth. After tangling for quite a while, they had only shot down two or three orcs.
Charles watched the scene calmly from within the caravan. Their task had been to lure the enemy, so there was no need to inflict too many casualties at the outset.
Very soon, the bird Charles had sent into the sky spotted a large force of orc wolf riders swarming in from behind.
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