Joji and the party passed five more bat caves along the way, but for the moment, he only inspected them. He already understood what they were seeing.
These were juvenile colonies, not the true wolf bat nest, and hunting them all would still take time he did not yet want to spend.
By the time they crossed the fifth mountain, the scenery changed.
Dusk had already settled by the time they reached the peak, and there, spread across the heights, stood tent after tent after tent.
Joji narrowed his eyes. Pig-faced Orcs.
These were not the familiar sort from crude fantasy, not the muscle bound beasts made for little beyond smashing and dying.
From the original Joji's memories, he knew better. Pig-faced Orcs were among the best creatures for building an army.
They bred structure where others bred chaos, and of the monstrous races, they came closest to human habits in the way they organized, camped, and followed command.
At a glance, there were thousands of them.
