I'd taken down as many cockatrices as possible before they reached the shore. But the numbers were still significant: the remaining cockatrices numbered around sixty, slightly more than the orcs.
'Should've pulled more troops over here.'
Our legion's elite orc warriors currently totaled a hundred and fifty. With a third each assigned to my dungeon, Gremory's dungeon, and Ras Vegas, I had to make it work with fifty orcs.
Those fifty were the cream of the crop, handpicked from the best, but whether they could actually go toe-to-toe and win against cockatrices was another question.
'That's why you trust them.'
The orcs would take down the cockatrices. No question.
Give it a little time and the Flare Panteras sprinting underground would join the fight, along with the follow-up unit. Sustain the battle long enough and our Legion of Wrath would come out stronger than theirs. I believed in my subordinates: the ones who received my buff through my tattoos.
