The Splitfang Tribe's territory was not small either, with more than a dozen settlements of varying sizes.
But Charles drove straight in, attacking none of the settlements and heading directly for their lair.
The fact that he had not attacked a single settlement gave those orc chieftains and clan chiefs a measure of wishful hope.
When Charles's army arrived at their lair-city, the orc clan chief once again sent an envoy to ask what exactly Charles meant by this.
Facing the orc envoy's questions, Charles smiled as he studied the crude-looking city ahead.
He said, "Didn't I say it already? One of my caravans was robbed. The soldiers and goods were all taken away. Someone told me they saw them in the Splitfang Tribe."
"You're not qualified to discuss this with me. Have your clan chiefs and chieftains come speak to me."
With a wave of his hand, he had a knight crack his whip and drive the orc envoy away.
After the envoy returned, he reported the situation to the chieftains and clan chiefs.
These high-ranking orcs looked at one another.
In the end, the orc clan chief gritted his teeth and stood atop the city wall, looking toward Charles. "Lord Imril of Silverleaf Domain!"
"This is all a misunderstanding! We even lent you resources through the Crimson Caravan Alliance. How could we possibly rob your caravan?"
"It's all a misunderstanding!"
Charles immediately laughed when he heard that. He said to the officers beside him, "Who would have thought? He's actually a creditor."
"Looks like today we can kill two birds with one stone!"
Wasn't the simplest way to settle a debt to get rid of the creditor?
Charles rode forward some distance and invited the orc clan chief atop the wall, "Come down and have a talk."
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