The Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe had withstood the Howling Children of the Wasteland's attacks for a long time.
Not only had they lost many ordinary orc warriors, even first- and second-tier warriors had suffered casualties.
Even orc shamans had died at the enemy's hands.
Both sides had suffered losses, but overall, the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe could not hold out much longer.
The intelligence gathered from every channel made Charles's expression turn grave.
He had convened a military council as well.
Bruce, Yvenjieling, Erika, Molly, and even several officers were all present.
Bruce said, "With the enemy making such a huge show of force, I think this is bait."
"They're trying to lure us into attacking this convoy?"
Charles nodded. "That's obvious."
Bruce said, "Then we definitely can't fall for it!"
But Yvenjieling countered, "Lich Fang is a powerful third-tier orc warrior. This time, he's taking three thousand men to transport supplies."
"What if he isn't merely transporting supplies, but reinforcing Kurto Shatterskull's army again?"
"Remember, this batch of troops was recruited later. Kurto Shatterskull has never lacked soldiers in his hands."
"Once the reinforcements join them, and with the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe already close to breaking—"
"They might settle the battle within just a few days."
"Then we'll be in trouble."
Charles nodded as well. "Well said."
"The disparity in our overall strength is still obvious. The enemy's combined forces outnumber ours by nearly seven or eight to one."
"If we lose our allies' restraint, once the enemy army closes in, even if we're cavalry, we'll still be driven out of this territory."
Though cavalry was fast, there were still precedents of infantry defeating cavalry.
Charles said, "That bastard Lich Fang is using himself as bait. He's determined to force me into a battle."
"Three thousand men... will they really be