“Consider them eradicated. I wish nothing more than to eliminate the human allies, but this victory over the humans will be mine, Razgar. My Legions will sweep over the forests of the elvenkind and bring destruction where they step. My Dethsworn and I will however, lead the attack against the main human fortifications. I trust you are aware that I do not intend to step foot in those forests unless I have to, my soldiers will devour the very trees that they hold so dear. It will be no more than ashes when we are through.” Draxis spoke, staring at Razgar, wondering if the orc even knew that he would be next after the human king Arman. “I will personally deliver to you the head of the slain elf king and queen as a sign that this part of my conquest is over and that I will be letting loose all the hounds of hell inorder to achieve my own victory.” He placed his fists, knuckle down on the strategy table that lay between the two leaders and smirked. “You have your orc hordes and beasts of burden, while I control the legions of undeath itself with aid from my master, of course. When this is all over, I will not be returning to your services, I will rule my own lands and control my own soldiers. And if your kind dare cross our borders, we will not hesitate, understood?” Draxis only wanted to pay his price and return to a life of solitude in his old, crumbling castle. Wisps of ghostly mist seeped from his armor and caused a deathly chill in the air around him, there wasn’t much time left to get his men mobilized if he wanted to surprise the elves by dawn. “If there is nothing else, I will be leaving to do this task you have asked, and as for your Drake allies… The Dragons are greedier than these humans; gold is their love and will not care for your armies if they happen to find the human treasuries. Be wary, old king, for you are dealing with forces you don’t quite understand.”