Each of the three commanders nodded their head in agreement. They had tried to persuade the other orcs to defect to their factions; nonetheless, the loyalty ingrained in an orc, made them unable to go against the orc king.
"We will make our move on the night of the moon dance, two days from now. Bellock, Belmarch, Belsea… order your army to move discreetly through the northern front. We have already garnered attention from the other generals and they are monitoring our every move".
"I have a friend there who knows my plan and is willing to let our army pass. Although I failed to persuade him to join our case, he at least won't be barring our path when we wage the war against the orc king" Berigard solidified the plan before dispersing the orc commanders and the army they commanded.
