Lich Fang was in the recaptured logistics base.
Everything here looked like ruins.
Armored, he walked through ashes thick with burning wreckage.
Bending down, he grabbed a handful of black, smoldering ash.
A breeze swept through, sending great clouds of black dust swirling into the air.
The ash in his hand still retained warmth. Clearly, the massive blaze had not been out for long.
There had been far too many supplies piled here. Even with the fire raging, it had burned for two or three days.
Even so, if the orcs searched through the ruins, they might still find some provisions in the center of the ashes that had not been completely burned away.
But what use was that?
Lich Fang opened his hand and let the wind scatter the ash in his palm.
He surveyed the camp built by the army. The wooden palisades had all burned away, leaving behind nothing but pits.
This camp no longer possessed the slightest defensive capability.
Some orc soldiers were still searching the area, seeing whether they could find anything usable.
But clearly, much of their work was in vain.
Lich Fang had also fallen into confusion.
He did not know where the enemy cavalry was, nor did he know what he himself should do.
When his subordinate officers came to ask about the next step of the plan, calling out to him several times, he finally came back to his senses.
His subordinate asked again, "My lord, what should we do now?"
Lich Fang blanked for a moment, then recovered. After pondering briefly, he said, "Build a defensive camp first. At the very least, we need somewhere to rest at night."
The officer under his command looked as though he wanted to speak but held back. In the end, he withdrew and