I stood there in my pavilion, sitting down on my bed with Ghum’bil standing before me.

He looked at me with a scowl donning his face.

I looked at him with a passive look even though I was furious underneath.

This fool has killed the entire leadership of the Lionas clan even after they had surrendered.

He did so with happiness and didn’t even think of accepting their surrender.

What came back with Ghum’bil, was several severely injured males who had a look of sadness surrounding them, a large group of weeping and furious women who glared daggers at all of the orcs and beast men they passed, several angry and sad elderly who spat towards many of our men and dozens of crying children.

But that wasn’t the worst part of all of this.

Ghum’bil genuinely thinks he did the correct thing.

He believes killing those who are against his god, our god, needed to be wiped from the world.

He took being extreme to a whole other level.

Coupled with his extremist attitude and his complete worship and adoration of our god he could become a hindrance to our cause.

But he was the high priest and I couldn’t just remove him from the picture without consequences.

Looking over the scowling orc who was the third in command of all of our orcish forces, I came to a stern conclusion on how to deal with him.

I got up and walked towards the war table and picked up a piece of blank paper and some ink and wrote a letter to our god in the Hobbit language detailing what Ghum’bil had done.

I wrote in detail about how he changed when not in our god’s presence, how he talked and behaved, how he looked at the Elves, how he treated me, how he handled fighting.

I also wrote about how the campaign was going.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get to angry with me once we met again.

After all, I tried to limit as much bloodshed as possible.

Well not really, but I did try to limit slavery and rape.

That aside, I poured everything about Ghum’bil into a letter in a negative tone.

I then finished writing it and signed it at the bottom before sealing it with candle wax like the Humans letters at the castle where done.

The seal was sloppy but it would do.

Ghum’bil watched me write and looked at me, his scowl still on his face.

Ghum’bil: “What language was that, ‘Champion’” he said with hate in his tone.

I simply looked at him and smiled.

Kaiser: “It’s not for you so you don’t have to know” and with that I went outside and called for some ogres and lieutenants.

Going back inside I gestured to Ghum’bil to come next to me and he did so with slow angry movements.

Within a few minutes, 6 ogres and 2 lieutenants came to me.

They all looked at me and Ghum’bil respectfully.

The lead orc, whose name I do not know, looked at me, awaiting their order.

Kaiser: “This fellow right here” I said putting my arms around Ghum’bil “Needs to be escorted back to our god. I give this task to you. You are to ‘protect’ him and deliver him and this letter” I took out the letter as I said this and handed it to the orc “to our god”.

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Ghum’bil: “What do you mean, escorted back to our god” he said the words coated with hate.

He most likely hated me with all of his being because he couldn’t understand why I wasn’t like him.

That didn’t really bother me, as if it was up to me, I’d have him removed and replaced with more loyal and subservient orcs.

Well he was the epitome of loyal, but in a bad way I would guess.

I’d have to say a more subservient orc who could see eye to eye with me.

But then again, I am sure my god will make the correct decision once he reads this letter.

Kaiser: “Also take a small force with you, around 200 to 300 and head back to the fortress with the Lionas” I said with a slightly bitter tone “I am sure our god would like to meet with them”.

And with that the orcs and ogres all nodded and gently took the letter and Ghum’bil and moved off towards the Lionas clan.

Ghum’bil stared at me with hate filled eyes as he was carried off by ogres.

I am almost sure that most of his hate comes from the fact that he would never meet the elves.

But I couldn’t care less.

I smiled at him and waved him off before entering my pavilion once more.

I smiled in relief now that the number one headache of this campaign was gone.

I now stood in my pavilion realizing that I was only a few days away from the Elven lands.

I sighed before heading towards the war table and looking over tactics, routes and strategic locations I would have to assault first.

Surprisingly the humans had all this information even though they were ‘allied’ with the Elves.

I laughed at how the Elves would have been betrayed by their ally and they most likely didn’t even know about it.

That aside, once I confirmed what we were going to do next, I went outside my pavilion and saw the orcs and ogres escorting Ghum’bil and the Lionas back to the fortress.

I hope my god manages to fix this problem soon.

After all, he does start a lot of things and then hands them over to his subordinates to complete.

So I wonder how he’ll react to his subordinate handing a task they started to him to finish.

The thought made me chuckle but I quickly collected myself and ordered the horde to get back into marching form.

The horde did so and within an hour, it was up and ready to move on and conquer.

I smiled with a sense of strange pride at this horde before ordering it to march down our road fire towards the Elven lands and eventually to the Elven Capital.

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