Conspiracy

At last, after waiting for some more time.

The Shortblade Clan's army had finally finished assembling, and the troops began moving toward the border.

Inside the Shortblade Clan's central command tent, quite a few high-ranking half-orcs had gathered. At least half of them came from the Shortblade Clan.

The other half came from the major tribes under the clan's command.

Goss Shortblade sat in the seat of honor, holding a cup of wine as he watched the other noisy half-orc Saints below.

This time, the Shortblade Clan had deployed most of its strength.

The army possessed more than seventy Saints, and that was not even all their forces. There were still some Saints left behind to guard the clan's home territory.

Aside from the Saints, all three Legends of the Shortblade Clan had set out as well, intending to seize the enemies occupying the Chaos Lands in one fell swoop.

"Have the people we sent to contact the Sharpfang Clan returned? What did the Sharpfang Clan say?" Goss Shortblade asked, swirling his wine cup.

Beside him sat another Legend, the Legendary Shaman Kosei Shortblade. Kosei Shortblade was somewhat weaker, currently only at the second stage of Legend.

The other Legend in the tent was the Legendary Warrior Dewey Shortblade, a third-stage Legendary Warrior.

In response to the chieftain's question, Shaman Kosei said with a mocking expression, "The people sent to the Sharpfang Clan have already returned. As expected, that old woman of the Sharpfang Clan refused our proposal to combine forces."

Goss Shortblade narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What is that old woman trying to do?"

Kosei said, "Although she has no intention of joining us in the attack, she has mobilized an elite force of around one hundred and twenty thousand. They are currently approaching the border as