"That's more than what you said…" Ludwig looked at Akro.
Akro's throat worked as if he were trying to swallow his own words from earlier. His eyes flicked rapidly, counting, failing, counting again.
"I don't understand, they were barely in the hundred, even if you account for every orc tribe in these planes… There shouldn't be nearly enough to match this number…"
"There are a thousand and a few hundred Red Orcs here, Ludwig…" Gale said.
"I can see that," Ludwig replied as he locked his eyes with the army of orcs that were going up the mountain.
The number was obscene. It wasn't just "bigger tribe." It was a force that could grind through the entire plains if it chose to. Ludwig felt the Tower's scenario tighten around his neck again. Become king. Rule. With what? Against that?
On the mountainside, there was a large cave entrance in the middle where a group of Orcs was standing. They were preparing for combat. Preparing to fight the red orcs.
