The other orc officers were jolted back to their senses by that roar.
During this time, it was not only Kurto Shatterskull whose will had sunk into decline. The other orc officers and soldiers had also been living extravagantly.
There was no training, but drinking and eating meat were frequent affairs.
There were no preparations for battle whatsoever, while robbery and slaughter could be seen often enough.
But once Kurto Shatterskull recovered, his officers were swiftly influenced as well.
The orc officers returned to the command tent.
Only then did Kurto Shatterskull nod in satisfaction. "Now that's more like it!"
"We have all relaxed for far too long. I will not pursue what happened before!"
"Now that Sun Elf is bringing an army to attack us."
"Are you willing to stretch out your necks and let those lowborn humans ruled by elves chop them off?"
"No!"
"My lord, let's fight them to the death!"
An orc officer shouted.
Military discipline had fallen apart, but because these officers and soldiers frequently robbed and slaughtered, their thirst for blood had only grown stronger.
They likewise craved battle—though what they craved was killing others.
Kurto Shatterskull said, "This time, the enemy has already marched out. They will probably reach our territory before long."
"Once you return, have the soldiers make preparations!"
An officer asked, "My lord, we are all infantry. Why not call all the troops back and defend the city?"
By defending the city, he actually meant holding the former lair of the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe.
Kurto Shatterskull hesitated before saying, "Defending the city is not a very good choice."
"Since we took this place, we have never maintained its defenses. We have not even repaired the walls."
"The other orcs in the city who originally belonged to the Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe