Vacuse waited until it was night before he went to see the Standpoint High Commander. It was the same dinner room as before but this time, they were both alone.
"I heard that you didn't manage to convince the Orcs to support you." Rhydian Vorrakyn sat at the head of the table. He was holding a knife and a fork.
Vacuse looked at him. The person was just as powerful as Drenvar in terms of military power in the Vorrakyn. The only difference was that one of them was Dragon Lord.
But that difference, and the authority that came with it, was like heaven and earth.
"I don't know if you are pleased or not," Vacuse said as he also sat down at the other end.
Rhydian shrugged. "I am pleased. I do not want the Orcs in the Vorrakyn's territory. But now, even the Orcs are at war, it seems things went far out of what you expected."
Vacuse snorted. "What do you hear?"
Rhydian looked troubled. "That if the Orcs go to war then things won't be good for us at the end if they manage to unify."
