Shortblade

Although the Chaos Lands had no Legendary-level powerhouses, they certainly had no shortage of Saint Domain experts.

Whether it was the Sharpfang Clan or the Shortblade Clan, taking the Chaos Lands would cost them heavy casualties.

Even if they finally conquered the Chaos Lands as they wished, the gains would likely be insufficient to offset their losses.

Moreover, whenever either clan launched a war against the Chaos Lands, the other would never simply stand by.

More troublesome still, whenever one clan attempted to start a war against the Chaos Lands, the other would never fold its arms and watch. Not only would they make underhanded moves in the shadows, they would sometimes even openly interfere.

They would provide the natives of the Chaos Lands with weapons and equipment, and at times even directly dispatch slaves of other races to join the war.

And even if the Chaos Lands were conquered, many Half-Orc plots and underground organizations would simply relocate elsewhere. That would be more loss than gain; it was better to keep them in this Chaos Lands that was, at least on the surface, chaotic.

That was why the Chaos Lands had been able to exist.

Wuya's thoughts wandered. Only after quite some time did she rein them in and speak to the middle-aged Half-Orc lying prostrate below.

"Have the tribes near the border begun mustering their forces for war?"

"Reporting to Great Grandmother, they have begun. But if the enemy invades, I fear they will find it difficult to hold them back," the middle-aged Half-Orc replied.

Wuya nodded.

That was the truth. In the tribal Half-Orc Empire, the efficiency of mobilizing and assembling troops was extremely low.

Their efficiency was not much better than that of the tribes in the Chaos Lands. The only ones that might be somewhat