Dark Elf King's Court.
While the various Orc Races were fragmenting, the leadership of the Dark Elf Clan became entangled.
"Your Majesty, it seems the ship of the Orc Empire is about to sink.
We don't have deep hatred with the Human Race, and we still have trade relations with Snow Moon Territory privately. There's no need to follow them to our doom.
Fragment into pieces, and drag down the enemy using the entire grassland as a battlefield.
Thinking even casually, it's untenable!
It's easy to disperse the troops, but to regroup the clan, that's as hard as ascending to heaven.
With the internal conflicts of the Orc Empire, I see the enemy doesn't even need to do anything, the various tribes would fight among themselves once dispersed.
Fortunately, you reacted swiftly, took on the task of intercepting the enemy's army, and took the opportunity to extricate yourself.
Otherwise, if we followed them in action, we would truly suffer!"
A Dark Elf Elder said with relief.
