Kurto Shatterskull was truly somewhat despairing this time.
He was brutal, but he was no fool. On the contrary, he understood the balance of power in the Land of Chaos all too well.
The reason he had indulged his army in scattering to plunder ahead of them, even occasionally robbing merchants,
was because, in his view, those were all harmless matters.
Because this Land of Chaos had its own order.
Howling Children of the Wasteland had already challenged that order once, and the result had been miserable. Even their lair had been seized by others, leaving them to huddle in this battered land.
So, in Kurto Shatterskull's eyes, taking a little now merely eased the burden of maintaining his troops.
In any case, he did not fear being attacked anytime soon.
If Charles wanted to attack him, the other powers of the Land of Chaos would not permit such a thing to happen either.
But now, things had gone wrong. He had miscalculated.
Merchants and lords, great and small, were all scrambling to send money to Charles, that Sun Elf.
According to the rumors Kurto Shatterskull had received, some orcs from the great orc tribes behind them had even lent resources to that Sun Elf in exchange for interest.
Kurto Shatterskull thought, Why was I attacked by everyone and forbidden from doing anything when I fought the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe?
Yet this Sun Elf has made it clear that he wants to swallow me whole, and he has everyone's support?
"I don't understand!"
Kurto Shatterskull said in a low voice.
His words brought all the other orc officers, who had been discussing matters, into sudden silence.
Kurto Shatterskull's gaze, brimming with fury and killing intent, swept across the officers under his command. He said, "I don't know what that Sun