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The thick black columns of smoke were sure to attract attention – some of them were clearly unwanted. To the elven and dwarf defenders, it would be the incoming of more ravenous orcish hordes – to the orcs on the other hand, it would be the presence of a third party, who had grown some concern for the situation and decided to intervene. Though effectively nobody would ever shed any tears for the arrogant elvish lords or a few unbounded dwarves, the southern titan of Tiberium Imperium would surely intervene, if Zolg the Ravager failed to control the spread of his own forces and let his scouting party stray too close to the human controlled territory.

The human approach to warfare was unlike any other races – for starters, their infantry forces were average in every ways, however, that same infantry always packed themselves full of gears, equipment and provisions, not for battles, but campaigns, even that their operations were just a half-day march from this fortress to the next. This, combined with the human tendency to erect roads and landmarks everywhere they went, made them an odd match to any other races – saved only for the dwarves.

And then them humans did not march into wars alone, they brought alongside them their cattle. These quadruped beasts served their bipedal masters well, from the oxen and mules to drag their heavily built carts all the way to the horses, whom these humans sat on their backs to go to war with. Though the domestication of these creatures wasn’t limited to the humans, the ways they used them, was very different – at least, that’s for the Tiberium Empire.

For every type of infantry, it seemed to always have a horseman counterpart. There were the horse archers, unlike the elvish ones that always had to dismount to shoot, the Imperium ones would always release their arrows on horseback. Needless to say, their accuracy was pathetic, same as their range and power – their recurved bows must sacrifice those for mobility and handiness. However, these horse archers made up for it by their ability to do two things: to shoot at the weak points from the vantage points, thanks to their unmatched mobility; and to be able to constantly applying pressure to anyone that unfortunate enough to be on the receiving ends – “Suppressive fire”, as those humans called it.

The orcs could counter that by deploying their own mounted infantry, the wargs. Normally, the wargs could easily tear any horse archer forces apart, if they could get close enough. Either the northern giant wolves could bite easily through the horses, or the warg-riders could easily cut through the tunics and cloaks of these bowmen. But again, IF they could get close enough. Normally, them horse archers could have bolted as soon as the wargs got closer to thirty paces, all the while peppering the pursuers with arrows, while their infantry closed the gaps. Though the wargs could have charged the infantry with a certain level of success, getting pinned in one place would be suicidal, for there were other types of horsemen these Imperial army could use.

The spear horsemen would then swing into action; this time, the riders were much better armored than the archers. Although not armed from heads to toes, these moderately armored spearmen, armed with a middle length lance and a moderately sized wooden shield could easily skewer the warg riders from their height advantage – providing that they were the first to make contact. Horses, being the herbivore they always were, naturally feared the wargs and often panic at the sight and smell of the giant canines. However, the horse spearmen did not need to stay around to be deadly: their lances were nimble and lightweight enough to be throwable – and in the distance of less than twenty paces, a hailstorm of javelins would be devastating.

That’s why Zolg had spent the majority of this pre-campaign season trying to… appease these Tiberium Imperium humans. Though orcs were often horrible at such diplomatic affairs, he had managed to… delay the intervention for a short time, making concessions along the way. One of these concessions was to NOT attacking the human settlements littered around the valley beyond the White Mountains – a task that was pretty impossible for the incoming orcish contingents, many of them outright disregarded the diplomatic approach of their supreme leader as weak but so far, his reputation and prowess had kept their insubordination in check – but for how long them gonna stay obedient, none can tell.

“Gorzghul, take thirty wargs over the southeastern mountain pass, seeing if those Imperium are there. Howl if clear, keep them busy if there are many walkers, come back here if there’s only horse-riders…”

Gorzghul was among the most loyal horde leaders Zolg had in hands, and in the word of the orcs, the most obedient. Hot headed and rather reckless in his approach, as shown from his scar-covered body. But if there’s anyone who’s most familiar with how the Imperium humans conducting warfare, that’d be him. And of course, there’s Zolg the Ravager as well. The supreme leader was pretty sure the unrestrained orcs had already defied the deal between him and the Empire’s provincial officials – judging by the dwindling number of returning warg scouts coming from the southern mountain passes.

The humans were coming – no doubt – but it would be better if Zolg the Ravager could have some ideas about when and how those Imperial men were going to proceed, whether they were here to merely observe or they came to intervene. If that was a full contingent of mostly light armored cavalry, then likely it’s their patrols – better left them alone then. But if there were many infantry marching in columns, well, it’s best that those forces be delayed at all cost.

“Supreme Master, you put those filthy humans higher than their worth… Why do we need to run away from them horse-riders? Our wargs are clearly superior to them in every way…”

Zolg rose up from his command seat at the subordinate, it was until then that the Ravager’s height actually showed. Towering over the lesser orcs, Zolg the Ravager was clearly a deadly warrior, with many decades of experience under his belt – literally, in the form of many skulls and helmets, hanging under his belt. One of them was an Imperial cavalry helmet, still having the cheek pieces strapped around an expressionless metal face mask.

“You are an outstanding warrior, Gorzghul, that, I have no doubt. But you do not yet know them humans like I do. They do not fight battles… they fight… wars…”

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To be continued