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Catherine smiled and said, "I'm not yet at the point where I can't be active. Besides, I still have your barbarian warrior women, the elven twins, the King of the Undead, and the icy Behemoth here. At least they can hold their own against Saint Masters. Even if the Dragon Saint really comes, he might not come out on top. Alright, don't worry. You've been way too anxious lately. I wonder if you'll pass out from nerves when our child is born."

Without mentioning the couple's subsequent intimacy, early the next morning, Chen Xuanfeng set off with thirty thousand elite wolf cavalry, heading towards the western battlefield.

Since Chen Xuanfeng still had to manage battles on two other fronts, he didn't lead a large army. However, Orc King Samantha didn't intend to rely on Chen Xuanfeng's military strength either. What she needed was merely the combat power to counterbalance the top human experts.

As they traveled westward, Chen Xuanfeng saw that all the orc military camps and fortresses along the way had been mobilized, either preparing for war or strengthening defenses. Even the human legions organized by the orcs were being deployed to ensure they could contribute to the war effort without causing rebellion. From this busy yet orderly mobilization, Chen Xuanfeng once again realized that the talent and power Orc King Samantha wielded far exceeded his previous expectations.

Meanwhile, the human residents still living in the orc-occupied territories displayed a sense of unease. As inhabitants of the occupied regions, their stance was quite contradictory: as members of the human race, even though most held pessimistic views, they still hoped the Holy Light Temple could turn the tide and reclaim the lost lands. Yet, when they turned their thoughts back to themselves, they remembered that the lands they now owned were all taken from human nobles by the orcs and redistributed to them. If those nobles returned, how would they be treated? In this state of conflicting hesitation, the tens of millions of humans in the occupied territories were gradually divided and weakened. Even if someone occasionally felt a surge of passion and wanted to rally their compatriots to rise up and support the main battlefield at Saint Spirit Mountain, they no longer had the foundation to garner widespread support, making it impossible to stir up any significant trouble.

"It seems the policies we initially set have taken effect. Creating conflicts between human nobles and commoners, strict control over armed forces, coupled with preferential treatment in daily life, has largely suppressed widespread resistance among humans," Chen Xuanfeng thought to himself as he observed the changes in various regions. "To make the entire orc race abandon their traditional practices of plunder and rape while controlling human emotions, Samantha's abilities..."

Just as Chen Xuanfeng was calculating all the information about Samantha, far away in the orc frontline camp thousands of kilometers to the southwest, Orc King Samantha was also discussing the issue of this Snow Wolf Lord with the Pope of the War God Temple.

"The military report states that Lord Blizzard has already set out with his army," came the deep and resonant voice of Samantha. She sat in the central seat of the military tent, with a map of the southwestern war zone hanging behind her, and the table in front of her covered with various scrolls and charts.

The Turtle Pope sitting opposite Samantha hid his face under a hood and said indifferently, "Although Lord Blizzard holds the title of 'War God Knight' and is not bound by the Orc King, in such a significant campaign, he still prioritizes the interests of the entire race."

"Haha, the entire race..." Samantha suddenly laughed twice, her voice tinged with fatigue and mockery. "That kid is hell-bent on killing me. The human rebellion in the northwest was almost entirely his doing. If it weren't for his status as a 'War God Knight,' I would have issued an execution order long ago."

The Pope shook his head and said, "You wouldn't do that. No Orc King would. If you simply killed someone for wanting to rebel within the alliance, it would violate the divine decree of the War God about 'the strong ruling.' Such an orc would not be worthy of being an Orc King. Moreover, if we really pursued such matters, you, who plotted against the previous Orc King, should have been executed by Lord Carter long ago. Where would you have gotten the chance to challenge the throne?"

Samantha slightly narrowed her eyes and sneered, "The War God... hmph, Your Holiness, do you think I still firmly believe in the War God now?"

"You overstep, Orc King!" the Pope frowned and scolded. "No matter how much you and your family have sacrificed for the orc race, no matter how great your contributions, do not challenge the dignity of the gods. Otherwise, the War God Temple will no longer stand on the side of your Riftfang clan. Don't forget, Lord Blizzard could become the second Leimen at any moment. Without the War God Temple balancing things, even you, as you are now, could you confidently face the challenge of his perfect Saint Master power?"

Samantha listened to the Pope's rebuke without any reaction, only coldly replying, "None of that matters to me. You should understand that. Family, life—if I truly valued these things, why would I have taken the risk of that plan back then? I just want to be the strongest king, the first orc emperor in four centuries, to have my name forever carved into orc history. That's enough. I will conquer Saint Spirit Mountain, and then you will support my ascension to emperor. That was the promise you made to me. Don't forget that. As for the rest, I don't care, and I won't manage it."

"You..." The Pope's voice carried a hint of helplessness, and he finally sighed, "If this is all you desire, then I will surely make it come true. But..."

The two highest leaders of the orcs finally fell into silence. After a long while, the Pope silently stood up and left the tent.

PS: Ah, it's been a week without an update. Partly because I've been planning a new experiment recently, and reading materials has been a headache. Also, when discussing this novel with friends, we felt that the image of the Orc King was too flat and weak. So, I spent a lot of time rethinking the plot for the Saint Spirit Mountain campaign. However, my writing skills are limited, and I'm not sure if I can portray a more three-dimensional Samantha in the following chapters. Thus, I need more time to think and refine. Please bear with me, dear readers.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll, Chapter 73: The Mad Army Marches on Spirit Mountain

Although Chen Xuanfeng's forces were entirely wolf cavalry, crossing half of the western continent still took him a considerable amount of time. By the time the thirty thousand wolf cavalry arrived at the orc frontline camp, some areas had already begun their offensives.