"We will take the war to the plains, miles from here," Warchief Kargoth declared, his voice echoing through the hall. "This will give our elderly, children, and those unable to fight time to evacuate."
Murmurs of discontent rippled through the gathered Orcs. Many disapproved of the Warchief's plan, seeing it as a concession of defeat before the battle had even begun.
"Are you suggesting we retreat before we even fight?" snarled General Thorgar, his massive fists clenched in anger. "We are Orcs! We do not run from battle!"
Warchief Kargoth met Thorgar's glare with a steely gaze. "I am not suggesting we retreat. I am suggesting we fight smart. The Hobgoblins are many, but they are not invincible. We will draw them out onto the plains, away from our homes. There, we can use our knowledge of the terrain to our advantage."
