"That's them! I have the Bone Path in my body, kill them quickly and let's go!"
The orcs on the ground, hearing that they were to be killed, stammered and begged for mercy.
"Sir, we meant no harm. Please forgive us, we are magnanimous."
"Yes, please spare us."
"Our Crescent Moon Tribe territory is right here, and you've actually trespassed on our land. We only took a quick look; there's no need to wipe us out."
Arthur frowned. "That's not what you said earlier. Not only did you want me dead, but you also wanted to take the females we brought."
"We don't."
"No"
"..."
In that life-or-death moment, everyone was surprisingly unanimous, completely denying their earlier roars—in other words, they had been defeated. They thought it was just an occasional shout, not to be taken seriously.
But Carlos discovered the key point, and he couldn't help but say...
"That's a lie. There's no tribe at the border."
Carlos has been gone for more than half a year. He didn't have much talent in mathematics, after all, no one taught him.
After the last fire, very few orcs managed to escape to the Forgotten Continent. Seeing them severely wounded and fleeing, some orcs ganged up on them, reducing their numbers even further.
Later, he was tricked out by the Beast King and then his forces were divided among a portion of the ancient continent.
Wandering orcs are extremely rare on the Forgotten Continent.
The Crescent Moon Tribe, as a whole, was not very strong, especially in the early stages of the insect plague.
They ran towards the Forgotten Continent, only to find that the place was neglected; the traps were old and easily bypassed due to lack of maintenance.
After looking around, I found the area rich in natural resources, with water, mountains, and forests—perfect for them to live in.
They decided to settle here, and through continuous reclamation and expansion, they became the Crescent Moon Tribe, the first tribe established at the border of the Forgotten Continent.
Carlos was quite surprised that an orc had revealed his entire organization to avoid being slaughtered. It was surprising that such a weak orc had managed to establish a tribe without being robbed by wandering orcs.
Then he learned another astonishing piece of news: there weren't many stray beasts, their combined numbers weren't even as many as yours, at most two thousand, and they were all over the cave area, rarely venturing to the border.
Even if they came over, they didn't launch an attack on Crescent Moon. We have two or three thousand men; we would be at a disadvantage in a fight.
"Two or three thousand people???"
Carlos gestured with his hands for a moment, then realized that the number of stray beasts had dwindled to a pitifully small number.
It's obvious there's a shortfall just by listening; why bother calculating it by hand? Arthur assumed Carlos was doing it on purpose and didn't say anything more.
However, having fewer monsters is a good thing; there won't be any conflicts. His target is only two thousand people in the cave, so driving them away is a piece of cake.
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