Chapter 198: The South is About to Stir
“Well, how we implement this will definitely need to be discussed thoroughly with Lord Komit.”
It wasn’t just Airael; even Arthur couldn’t take care of these matters.
But Komit was different. He held a significant position in the Machia Republic.
Any decision he made could, to some extent, represent the will of the Machia Republic.
However, Komit had already gone to rest, having been summoned by them, so they could only wait until he finished resting to finalize things.
“Who told you to insist on making him take a break earlier?”
At that moment, Airael bluntly pointed out Arthur’s mistake.
Arthur, a bit embarrassed, defended himself, “Didn’t I say that it was for Lord Komit’s sake? Besides, even if he were involved, this isn’t something we can decide in a moment. We can wait a bit longer.”
“Then let’s wait!”
Airael shrugged indifferently.
After all, none of this really concerned her too much.
Her main reason for staying here was to have an heir; everything else was secondary.
“By the way, how long until the next wave of reinforcements from the Republic is ready?”
After they couldn’t continue discussing Mork, Arthur and Airael started talking about other topics.
First, Airael asked a question, and then Arthur responded.
“According to intelligence, the next wave of reinforcements has been gathered, and the leader has already been chosen. They are on their way north.”
“Seems like that will take a long time!”
“Shouldn’t take too long. After all, there’s a considerable time gap in between.”
Hearing Airael’s lament, Arthur corrected her.
Although they had done their best to ensure the timeliness of the information, delays still occurred due to distance and various factors.
“If that’s the case, then we aren’t in much danger. The reinforcements will arrive soon, so we just need to hold this camp. That way, we can become a thorn in the orc territory in place of Lord Komit, even if our position isn’t as critical as before.”
Arthur nodded in agreement.
That was indeed the situation.
Since Komit and the others had retreated, their army had lost the need for further advancement.
Staying still with just their current strength was practically asking for death.
They decided to establish themselves there, turning the temporary camp into a proper stronghold.
Then they could use this stronghold as a launching pad to continue attacking the orcs.
On the other side, although the orcs and dark elves had won a victory, scaring the humans away into a night-long escape, the overall mood was quite gloomy.
The lower-tier soldiers, while not fully aware of everything, sensed that something was off.
So, the atmosphere was quite oppressive.
The orcs were okay with that.
Though dull-headed, they noticed something was amiss, but didn’t dwell too much on it.
But the dark elves were different.
While there were zealots among them unfazed by morale, many dark elves were not so fervent; their minds analyzed various situations and, based on their own thoughts, dictated what was right and wrong.
Amons observed this situation.
Therefore, he gritted his teeth and approached Mork.
There was no need for the dark elves to fight to the death for the orcs, no matter how generous the orcs’ offers were.
Mork wasn’t surprised at all by Amons’ arrival.
He knew the situation in the camp.
So, Amons’ visit was completely expected.
“Master, though I know you have your ideas, I hope you can listen to the thoughts of some of the lower elves.”
“Oh! What do those elves think?”
“Many believe we no longer need to stay here and continue fighting for the orcs. We’ve fulfilled the agreement we originally signed; it’s time for us to take our spoils and leave.”
“Indeed, we should go. However—”
Mork looked at Amons as he spoke.
But what followed was a twist that left Amons feeling let down.
“But if we leave just like that, the orcs won’t be able to withstand the impending human attack for long. Once the orcs are defeated by humans, then humans can unleash more power on other races, including us.”
“But with us and the orcs together, it’s hard to hold off determined humans. Plus, we don’t have to place our hopes solely on the orcs; we can seek help from other races. I’m sure those races won’t just sit back and watch the humans regain their former glory.”
Amons interjected.
“You’re not wrong! But the orcs are currently the strongest force we can ally with, and they came to us first. Besides, how can we know if we don’t put in the effort?”
Mork suddenly sighed as he spoke.
This side of him felt strange to Amons.
His master never fought battles without confidence!
“And Amons, don’t forget what I told the Beast King yesterday. We dark elves don’t really understand the Beast King’s demise. If things go wrong, we always have the option to leave.”
Under Mork’s instruction, Amons temporarily set aside his thoughts: “I understand, but I still hope you prioritize the interests of the dark elves.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got it under control.”
Mork assured him.
Thus, Amons didn’t press the matter further with Mork.
Rather than stay there, he might as well go connect with the ordinary soldiers to boost some of that low morale.
Meanwhile, from the Malron Fortress, a barrage of commands was issued by the Beast King.
Those orc soldiers left behind began heading for the frontline.
Additionally, some tribes’ orcs were temporarily drafted into soldiers to stay back and guard.
Whether orcs or humans, both sides were frantically bolstering their military strength.
The day of the final showdown between the two races seemed to be fast approaching.
In both races’ territories, it seemed like laborers were being conscripted into soldiers every moment.
And on the other side of the continent, namely the southern continent.
While chaos ensued in the north, it began to grow restless here too.
The thoughts of humans were nearly transparent, which inevitably led many races to develop aversion towards them.
If possible, not a single race would want to let another race grow overwhelmingly strong and crush them, especially if that race had once oppressed them before.
