"I can probably handle one or two at a time at most," Damra said.
Damra didn't boast. He didn't inflate it to sound impressive. One or two was honest, and honesty was rare in war councils because everyone liked to pretend they were stronger than they were. Ludwig respected Damra more for that.
"We'll hope that we don't have to deal with fully capable red orcs, but that's decent news," Ludwig said, eyes narrowing as his mind ran through the implications, "the rest of the orcs don't ever fight alone."
A few orcs immediately made faces as if he'd insulted their ancestors. Orc culture loved the idea of a lone warrior earning glory. Ludwig needed them alive more than he needed them glorious.
"But no glory in fighting together!"
The protest came fast, half offended, half confused, like Ludwig was asking them to spit on their own god.
"You think the Red Orcs are looking for glory," Ludwig asked.
