"Feeling uncomfortable? After all, many people died in battle!"
Corvinus was sitting on the steps, lost in thought, when a kind voice suddenly appeared by his ear.
Corvinus was instantly jolted from his chaotic thoughts.
"Grandfather!"
It was Barnat who was speaking.
Barnat nodded and sat down beside Corvinus, saying, "You should sit down too."
Corvinus sat down again.
"Congratulations, the tribe has achieved such a great victory this time, and I also heard that we will absorb four small tribes. That's amazing. You've just taken office for less than a month, and the tribe has already doubled in size." Barnat looked at his grandson with a smile.
These words were not exaggerated flattery but the truth.
His grandson Corvinus was truly impressive.
He had ideas, ambition, and the personality of a ruler.
"You know what?"
"I am not originally a werewolf from this wasteland. I come from the Kingdom of Rayne. Fifty years ago, I was a guard for a large merchant caravan in the Kingdom of Rayne. Unfortunately, that caravan had very bad luck and was attacked by several large bandit groups. The caravan suffered heavy losses, and the senior guards who could escape did, while most of the junior and中级 guards died in battle, including my... only brother."
"Because of this, I was severely injured. When I was young, I had a good talent, and I thought I would never be limited to just a sixth-tier achievement."
"But that injury directly ended my path forward."
"Moreover, I was captured by the bandits, who sold me as a slave to a slave trader. Eventually, I escaped during a slave revolt."
"At that time, this land was plagued by war. To survive, I gathered with some wandering werewolves, and that's how the Silvermane Tribe was born."
Corvinus was surprised to hear this. He knew that the Silvermane Tribe was founded by his grandfather Barnat, but he didn't know about his grandfather's past or the reason for the tribe's birth.
Moreover, his grandfather was from the Kingdom of Rayne.
The definition of an orc kingdom is very broad; it is not like the territory of a human kingdom, with clear boundaries.
Wars between orc kingdoms are frequent, so the ruling royal courts of orc kingdoms may change often.
No single tribe can maintain its peak for long; once a weakness is exposed, the covetous larger tribes will attack en masse.
That's why the names of the kingdoms often change.
"At first, the Silvermane Tribe only had a few dozen people, and many small tribes wanted to absorb us. I remember once, after a war, out of a hundred people in the tribe, only thirty or so old, weak, women, and my personal guards survived, and all the others died in battle."
"That was my most difficult time because those who died in battle were not just other people's children or fathers, husbands, but also my brothers and comrades in the Silvermane Tribe."
"That was also the first time I felt the cruelty of war. However, in order to survive, the tribe had to wage war because we needed to strengthen the tribe and obtain more supplies through war."
"It was because of countless wars that the Silvermane Tribe gradually grew under my leadership and then under your father's leadership."
"Although over the years, countless warriors have sacrificed, including my friends, my descendants, and even my son, their sacrifices were not in vain because their sacrifices allowed their descendants, parents, and brothers to live better in the Silvermane Tribe."
"Do you understand what I mean, Corvinus?" Barnat looked directly into his grandson's eyes and questioned.
He had seen his grandson's actions and did not blame him for regretting the war.
After all, Corvinus, aside from being the new chieftain, was still just an adult child who had not experienced such a large-scale sacrifice.
"Grandfather, I'm sorry, I was too weak!" Corvinus shook his head.
The sacrifices were meaningful; why did he question the war he had initiated?
"No, it's normal. You just need to understand that the stronger the Silvermane Tribe becomes, the fewer sacrifices there will be in the future. Otherwise, such sacrifices will never stop." Barnat quietly patted Corvinus on the shoulder.
"Yes, I will make the Silvermane Tribe rise," Corvinus firmly promised.
"Good, I will be watching!"
"Hahaha..."
Barnat laughed, got up, and walked towards his hermitage.
Watching Barnat's gradually disappearing figure, Corvinus shook his head. His grandfather was guiding him, but he already understood the truth his grandfather spoke of.
It was just that as a hedonistic youth who suddenly came to this world, a simple decision led to the death of dozens of lives, which he could not accept for a while.
Of course, the guidance was not useless; at least he now felt very relieved.
Just like his grandfather's words, the stronger the Silvermane Tribe becomes, the fewer sacrifices there will be in the future. Otherwise, such sacrifices will never stop.
He strongly agreed.
So, the sacrifices and the rise of the Silvermane Tribe have only just begun.
...
Council Hall.
Corvinus had not been in for long when Commanders Kro and Baggin, Kordiak, his second uncle Lothar, his fifth uncle Reynold, Kordiak, and Kevos also arrived.
"Commanders, you must be tired. The battle situation should have been organized, right?" Corvinus first looked at Kro and Baggin.
Although he had already roughly grasped the casualties through the system, he still wanted to hear the direct report from the two commanders.
"Chieftain, the battle situation is ready!" Kro held a piece of animal skin with recorded information, stood up, and respectfully saluted Corvinus.
"Everyone is here, just say it directly!"
"Yes!" Kro nodded.
"Our forces dispatched a total of five hundred and twenty-seven warriors and one hundred and eighty-six wolf cavalry."
"Among them, fifty-two warriors died, twenty-seven were seriously injured, one hundred and eighteen were lightly injured, and twelve of the seriously injured will completely lose their combat ability in the future."
"Fifteen wolf cavalry died, thirty-nine were seriously injured, forty-six were lightly injured, and twenty-three of the seriously injured will lose their combat ability in the future."
"This is the detailed information about our warriors." Kro looked at Corvinus with a gloomy expression.
Although Corvinus already knew the result, hearing it again made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
This battle directly reduced the Silvermane Tribe by nearly a hundred people.
Others were also slightly shaken, after all, the casualties this time were not small, and the reduction of nearly a hundred people was a heavy loss for a small tribe with only eight hundred troops.
Looking at the council hall filled with a low atmosphere, Corvinus took the lead in breaking the mood.
"War, the death of warriors is inevitable."
"Kro, bring back the bodies of the fallen warriors to the tribe for unified burial."
"In addition, do everything possible to treat the wounded."
"Yes!"
Commander Kro nodded, then hesitated and said, "Chieftain, the bodies of the fallen warriors have already been buried on the spot..."
"Dig them up and take them home!"