Corvinus spoke indifferently.
The Famine Age had swept not only across the southern wastelands of the werewolves but also the northern wastelands and the western grasslands.
These boar-men and jackal-men were likely refugees from the northern wastelands.
They were robbing to survive!
They didn't look like a proper bandit group; it would be more accurate to call them a band of marauders made up of refugees.
A true bandit group would have a clear division of labor and a well-defined command structure, much like a mercenary group. They wouldn't be such a disorganized and motley crew.
Tyton and Cadia looked at Corvinus in surprise but didn't ask any further questions.
Since the other party was willing to withdraw, who wouldn't be relieved?
After all, although the bandit group seemed like a disorganized rabble, the boar-men didn't appear weak. If they had to fight, casualties might occur.
The bandit group slowly retreated, and the five elves and the remaining orc guards on the caravan side all breathed a sigh of relief.
But at that moment, Corvinus spurred his war-wolf forward a few steps and shouted at the retreating bandit group, "Hey, big guy in charge, can we talk?"
Tyton, Cadia, and the other werewolf cavalry looked at Corvinus in confusion. What was he doing?
However, the chief always did things unexpectedly, so they didn't interfere but simply watched the retreating bandits.
Meanwhile, the caravan side, which had just relaxed, became alert again.
After all, the appearance of the werewolf cavalry was sudden, and they didn't know their true intentions. If they stopped the bandits and then both turned on the caravan, it would be disastrous.
They nervously watched Corvinus and his group.
At the same time, Gava, the boar-man, was very frustrated. He had finally found a wealthy, isolated caravan, but then the werewolf cavalry showed up.
There wasn't much food left in their hideout, and if they missed this opportunity, they didn't know where they would find food next.
In this hilly area, caravans were not uncommon, but most of them had hundreds or even thousands of guards, and his group was no match for them.
"Hey, big guy in charge, can we talk?"
Hearing the shout from above, Gava, the boar-man, stopped in his tracks, holding his large axe and looking up at the werewolf cavalry on the hillside.
The rest of the bandit group also halted!
Seeing a reaction from the other side, Corvinus continued, "You must be tribal refugees. I am the leader of a large werewolf tribe in the southern wastelands. If you are willing to come with me, I can promise you food and drink."
Follow these werewolf cavalry?
Gava, the boar-man, was taken aback. They were indeed tribal refugees. In the Famine Age, countless orc tribes were on the brink of collapse, and their tribe was one of the unlucky ones that couldn't survive.
The entire tribe began to scatter in search of food. He was originally a tribal leader, leading nearly two hundred of his people, but over these past few months, only about thirty of them remained. The rest had starved to death on the road.
As for the jackal-men, they had also encountered them while fleeing. There were three to four hundred of them at the time, but now only about a hundred were left.
Today, they had lost dozens more in the fight, and with the werewolf cavalry showing up, if nothing changed, whether they would survive the month was up to the Orcish Gods.
Join these werewolf cavalry?
Gava's boar-men and jackal-men quickly gathered around him, their expressions excited. Someone was willing to take them in, which seemed like a miracle from the Orcish Gods.
Gava looked at Corvinus, unable to hide his excitement, but he still feigned calmness: "Respected leader, is what you say true?"
"Of course. We are all orcs. I truly want to take you in, and I can swear by the Orcish Gods!" Corvinus said calmly.
Orcs worshipped the Orcish Gods, and although there were many deities, any oath made in their name was considered sacred and unbreakable in orcish belief. In this world, gods truly existed.
Of course, Corvinus wasn't joking either.
The reason he wanted to recruit these orcs was entirely because of the boar-men's combat strength. It would be a pity to let it go.
After all, recruiting refugees was the easiest thing to do.
Gava, the boar-man, looked at Corvinus. Although they were more than two hundred meters apart, the entire bandit group, following Gava, knelt down to Corvinus.
"Respected leader, we offer you our loyalty and our lives."
Corvinus immediately knew it was done. Although orcs were considered foolish and filthy by most races, when they offered their loyalty, there was no need to doubt it.
"Let's go, down there!"
Corvinus patted Fenrir, and in a few leaps, Fenrir brought him from the top of the rock to the bottom, approaching the bandit group.
At the same time, although Tyton and Cadia were surprised that their chief had so easily recruited the bandits, they immediately ordered the werewolf cavalry to follow as soon as Corvinus went down.
When Gava and his group saw Corvinus approaching, they lowered their heads even more, their expressions even more respectful.
When Corvinus rode Fenrir to within three meters of Gava, he dismounted and walked up to the boar-man, placing his hand on Gava's forehead and saying, "I accept your loyalty, my warriors!"
This ritual was an ancient orcish ceremony of allegiance, similar to a human's act of fealty.
"Rise!"
"By the way, I don't even know your name yet," Corvinus said excitedly. After all, there were more than thirty boar-men, and with some arming, they would be a considerable force.
Gava quickly stood up and respectfully said, "My lord, my name is Gava."
"Gava? Got it!"
"Are all of you here?" Corvinus asked.
Looking at Gava's stature, Corvinus couldn't help but marvel at how much more impressive it was up close.
"My lord, we have a dozen or so boar-men and jackal-men children back at our hideout," Gava said respectfully.
Corvinus was somewhat surprised that there were still children alive; children were usually the first to succumb in a group of refugees.
"In that case, we are heading to Kassros Canyon, and I can only take you boar-men with me," Corvinus thought for a moment and said.
After all, there were quite a few jackal-men, but these guys had little combat strength, and Corvinus didn't want to bring them along.
Instantly, the jackal-men in the back began to get restless, clearly made uneasy by Corvinus's words.
Gava was also taken aback and was about to speak up.
Seeing the reaction of the jackal-men and Gava's expression, Corvinus smiled and said, "I'm not abandoning them. I want them to head to my tribe. I have a map here, and the route is clearly marked. It will take at most two days to get there."
Although the jackal-men's combat ability was lacking, they couldn't be abandoned now.
Moreover, even if they were no good in battle, they could still do other things in the tribe. The tribe was in need of laborers anyway.