Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe.
This was a loose mid-sized tribe. The tribe had a tribal chief, but beneath him were the chieftains of many smaller clans.
Compared to the Howling Children of the Wasteland, the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe had more orcs.
But in truth, the members of the Howling Children of the Wasteland were semi-professional soldiers. Their main work was collecting protection money, and sometimes capturing slaves.
As for the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe, they could only be considered an orc tribe. Only a small portion of those who fought were professional soldiers; the rest were more like orc militia.
They could fight a stalemate, and they could fight defensively, but when it came to taking the initiative and attacking, they fell somewhat short.
In the past, the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe had always been beaten down by the Howling Children of the Wasteland.
Earlier, seeing the Howling Children of the Wasteland's forces being drawn about by Charles's cavalry, they had finally grown bolder and wanted to reclaim their former territory.
But instead of stealing a chicken, they lost the rice, driven back by the Howling Children of the Wasteland.
Now, the tribe's stronghold—the place with the largest population—had been surrounded by the Howling Children of the Wasteland.
At the center of the tribe stood a tall tent-like structure. It looked like a tent, but it was actually a house.
Orc guards stood at the entrance, their blue-green faces revealing no emotion.
The moment one entered, a clamor erupted.
Inside the building, seven or eight orc chieftains were arguing and roaring at one another.
In an enclosed space like this, once voices rose and an argument began, there was no bringing them back down.
"I disagree!"
"That damned sun elf is taking advantage of a fire to rob us!"
"Three hundred thousand Magic