The chiefs fell silent at those words.
They were no fools.
The Half-Orc Clan was already trapped in the Savage Bone Mountains, with nowhere left to retreat.
The Demon Clan pressed closer at every turn, leaving the tribes less and less room to survive.
If this continued, their extinction really was only a matter of time.
The scar-faced bearman chief pondered for a moment, then spoke:
"Old Wolf King, what do you want to do?"
A sharp gleam flashed in the Old Wolf King's eyes.
"Gather an army and counterattack the Demon Clan!"
"Reclaim our lost lands and rebuild our homes!"
The one-eyed minotaur hesitated.
"But... what if we can't win?"
"There are too many of those damned demons."
The Old Wolf King sneered.
"Can't win?"
"You just saw how powerful Great Xia's weapons are."
"Low-ranking demons are like wheat before these weapons."
"As long as we coordinate properly and the other races draw off some of their troops, we'll have no trouble winning this battle!"
The chiefs exchanged glances, wavering.
Finally, the scar-faced bearman chief slapped his thigh.
"Let's do it!"
"I'll contribute ten thousand warriors!"
The one-eyed minotaur gritted his teeth.
"I'll contribute twenty thousand!"
The other chiefs also spoke up one after another.
"I'll contribute fifteen thousand!"
"I'll contribute eight thousand!"
"I'll contribute..."
The Old Wolf King nodded in satisfaction.
And so, the major tribes mustered a hundred thousand warriors.
Together with the fifty thousand from the Old Wolf King Tribe, they had an army of a hundred and fifty thousand.
But the chiefs were no fools either.
In private, they issued strict orders to their tribes' warriors.
"Don't fight to the death. Run if things look bad."
"If the Old Wolf King Tribe really can beat them, join in."
"If they can't, retreat immediately and preserve