"So the population in the registers may only be a conservative figure," Zhao Gang said gravely.
The population registers for the two races appeared to contain two clear sets of figures, but on the map, at least a hundred settlements still had only approximate coordinates.
The Terra Continent was simply too vast. If these people hid underground or deep in the mountains, even the Demon Clan would be unable to find them, let alone Great Xia.
Wasn't it just like Great Xia's past wars, when so many villages had relocated deep into the mountains to seek refuge, cut off from the outside world?
Somewhat puzzled, Lin Mo looked at those hundred dashed markers and asked:
"Why is there such a large discrepancy?"
Zhao Gang brought up the information on the Dwarf Kingdom.
"On the Dwarves' side, many of their people hid in underground mine tunnels and old fortresses during the Demon Clan invasion."
"People moved in, but there are no complete records of births, deaths, or departures."
"Some mines have been sealed for decades. Outsiders only know there are still people inside, but not how many remain."
He switched to the Half-Orc Alliance.
"The Half-Orcs are even more complicated. Their tribes migrate with the seasons, hunting grounds, and wars, so their positions on the map keep changing."
"The elderly, children, and wounded are also often dispersed among different locations."
"In many places, only the chief has a rough list, and even the chief himself can't give an accurate count."
Lin Mo rubbed his brow.
So the initial work of integrating the two races was this difficult, this complicated. Just counting the population was enough to give him a headache.
It wasn't a matter of building two autonomous regions on a blank sheet of paper and calling it done. They had