Charles had deliberately let the wolf cavalry escape, and they fled in two directions.
One headed for the main army commanded by Chief Kurto Shatterskull.
The other headed for the army preparing to attack Charles's territory.
The two sides received news of their logistics base being attacked one after the other.
Their reactions were entirely different.
Kurto Shatterskull was a competent orc general. Otherwise, he could never have beaten the larger and more powerful Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe into its current state.
"Trash."
Kurto Shatterskull cursed under his breath.
But after cursing, he still had to find a solution.
An orc under his command asked, "Boss, what do we do next?"
Kurto Shatterskull asked, "How many days can our supplies last?"
A human in charge of logistics replied, "Our army's supplies can hold out for at least another twenty days."
Having humans serve as logistics officers was perfectly normal in orc armies.
Orcs had muscles growing in their brains. They were fine when it came to fighting, but making them handle calculations was truly asking the impossible.
Kurto Shatterskull said, "We have the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe surrounded here now. They won't be able to hold on much longer."
"Once we withdraw, all the fighting and losses from before will have been wasted."
"Pass down my order. Send out the wolf cavalry and requisition grain and provisions from the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe's settlements."
"They can be as brutal and vicious as they like!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Orcs quickly went to relay the order.
Just a single sentence from Kurto Shatterskull could plunge the surrounding region into chaos and death.
The Howling Children of the Wasteland had already been collecting grain from the surrounding areas. They had merely held back somewhat out of consideration for their future rule.
That was why they had managed