Leonhardt didn't waste time; his goal was very clear.
To destroy or end the current situation with the Orcs and avoid troubles that would interfere when the humans pushed north and tried to reclaim the basin from him.
He didn't want to fight on two fronts—knowledge regarding this kind of battle almost always led to defeat.
'Not to mention the Demons are also looking to slaughter me now.'
The Orcs were a nuisance, a minor issue, but they also needed to be dealt with.
But...
As Leonhardt walked to the entrance of the basin, his eyes scanned the distance, taking in a dirty, cracked wasteland with little grass and flora. This barren land was where the Orcs resided on the eastern continent. What confused Leonhardt was that their land on the western continent was bountiful and filled with great pastures.
'Why did they insist on coming here...'
