A trade caravan is slowly moving across the prairie.
The smoke at the border hasn’t affected the unfolding of smuggling trade; to some extent, it has even fueled its booming development.
For many Orc tribes, this is the last opportunity to obtain materials from the outside world for a long time in the future.
In the past, no one worried about this; whatever was lacking could be stolen from the human world.
Now the situation has changed, the former predators are now the prey, and the former food has transformed into hunters.
Mixed in with the caravan, Princess Madelena and her entourage are quite conspicuous.
Her exceptional beauty, combined with an impressive aura, attracts countless gaze wherever she goes.
Those who have roamed the prairie for years might not be extremely powerful, but their discernment definitely couldn’t be lacking.
Knowing that Princess Madelena’s group has issues, everyone tacitly pretends not to notice anything.
The matters of big figures aren’t something these small characters can meddle in.
Even if someone dares to look twice, they will be reprimanded by the caravan manager. It’s okay to cause trouble, but definitely don’t involve oneself.
These people have been arranged by those above, thus they are destined not to be within their scope of scrutiny.
"My lords, up ahead is the Bakuo’er Tribe.
The caravan escort mission is complete, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be taking our leave now."
The middle-aged manager respectfully said.
The unknown represents trouble, years of life experience told him that to return alive, it’s best to quickly distance oneself from these people.
"You may leave; there’s nothing here for you.
By the way, tell your people to mind their tongues to avoid inviting disasters!"
After speaking, Robert waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
Whether the information is leaked is, in actuality, not important.
In the Orc Empire’s system, a message must go through countless transfers to reach the ruler’s hands.
The Kingdom sending spies to the Orc Prairie has never been newsworthy. If they suddenly stopped one day, the Orcs would be unable to sleep.
Without knowing their true identities, it’s hard to attract the Orcs’ attention.
"Your Highness, shall we enter the Bakuo’er Tribe?"
Robert asked concernedly.
Within the team, his power is almost at the bottom but he plays a role in coordinating relationships among various parties, including several haughty Sanctuary Powerhouses.
Fighting and killing are not problematic, but coordinating human relations often results in either friendship forged through fighting or enmity.
Regarding the uniquely positioned Princess Madelena, everyone within the Kingdom is cautious, and no one dares to order her around.
"There’s no need; just set up traps here and lure the enemy over when the time comes!"
Princess Madelena asserted confidently, startling Robert.
If someone else had dared to say so, he would have retorted. The enemy isn’t stupid; why would they be led by the nose?
Considering the "Calamity Maiden’s" destructive power, he suddenly found it very reasonable to do so.
When one is unlucky, anything can happen. Bad luck can explain anyone plunging headlong into a trap.
The accompanying Sanctuary Powerhouses had their ideas but still chose to nod in agreement, seemingly eager to witness the "Calamity Maiden’s" destructive power.
One after another, magical formations began to be set up, heralding the beginning of the Orc Empire’s rebellion battle.
With reinforcements arriving, the Orcs’ ability to identify invaders greatly improved, yet the battles that should be fought still necessitated engagement.
Revealing the truth held no meaning; the Orcs at the bottom don’t believe the official narrative, thinking instead it’s the hostile forces’ attempt to frame and incriminate.
For a time, both sides fought bloodily, and tribe after tribe faced destruction, causing upheavals within the invaders.
After a series of connections, they also laid traps in various places, implementing targeted counterattacks.
The flames of war soon spread to the Bakuo’er Tribe, and the drama of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the bird behind, was about to unfold.
Frontline Command Center.
Not personally leading the team does not mean Hudson is unconcerned about the war situation.
After commanding troops for many years, he has long cultivated the habit of not placing all eggs in one basket.
If a surprise attack can succeed, naturally, that’s best. If the operation fails, then it’s time for the backup plan.
Surveying the trembling Orcs kneeling below, Hudson casually ordered: "Arrange some nice cells, separate them and imprison them.
Provide some care in terms of food; they might be of great use later."
These are the newly captured Orcs, still bearing Hudson’s impositions.
If the initial plans fail, they will be sent to the Kingdom of Destiny God to usher in those evil spirits.
Frankly speaking, this arrangement carries risks.
Although the imposition method was left by the God of Destiny, whether it can deceive the Evil Spirit King is unknown to Hudson.
However, given evil spirits’ inherently unruly nature, even if they know Hudson’s malicious intentions after descending, they can only develop within the Orc Empire.
Compared to the well-ruled human world, the tribe system of the Orc Empire is evidently more suitable for these invaders. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁
Backup measures are ultimately inferior to direct actions; no matter how well one plays borrow-kill, it cannot surpass the killing and heartlessness.
If all allied reinforcements can be detained on the battlefield, the deterrence to the Alien Coalition would be unparalleled.
Of course, for Princess Madelena personally, this might not necessarily be a good thing.
Authority is indeed useful, but Hudson still firmly believes that there is no free lunch in the world.