The Crimson Caravan Alliance was another major power in the Land of Chaos.
They were an alliance formed by a group of merchants, unconcerned with whether one was an orc or a human. There were even half-elf merchants among them.
To the Crimson Caravan Alliance, bloodstained Magic Stones and gold were equally beloved.
Many caravan members dealt in the slave trade as well.
The Giant Empire, as well as the orcs, had enormous demand for all kinds of slaves.
They needed beautiful ones, craftsmen, and ordinary slave laborers.
The Land of Chaos had remained in this state precisely because of the demand for slave trading.
For the moment, Charles could not figure out why he had attracted an envoy from the Crimson Caravan Alliance.
"Could they be looking to buy slaves from my territory?"
"But my territory is so small now. How many people could I even sell?"
After thinking it over, Charles decided to receive the envoy from the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe first.
In the military camp, Charles received the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe's envoy.
This was an orc who did not appear especially strong, somewhat resembling the orcs who rode wolf cavalry.
Charles sat on a throne inside the room, watching the envoy the soldiers had brought in. He did not rush to speak, merely gazing at him in silence.
Charles's gaze seemed to possess a piercing force, making the orc below feel uncomfortable all over.
He felt as though his skin, flesh, and even bones were being peeled away layer by layer beneath Charles's gaze.
After quite a while, the orc could no longer endure it. Bowing and trembling, he said, "My Lord Elf, I am an envoy of the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe."
Charles tapped the throne's armrest with his fingertips. "What brings you here this time?"
Bowing,