Witch Troupe and the Undead

All the adventurers and soldiers who went to collect the ashes and burial goods left behind by the Greedy Demon knew that this was not a treasure trove at all, but a powder keg, and an extremely dangerous one at that. If it were to explode in a chain reaction, the clouds in the sky would be covered in bruises, and people would probably need to be cleaned up with vacuum cleaners or air filters.

"What... is this?" If the previous "rune blasting launcher" and those bombs were things that Livia could understand, then this thing of six wooden wands tied together was something she had no idea what.

"Dr. Gatling," Roach said calmly. This was an upgraded version of the Lesser Storm Crossbow, with six wands driven by rune discs. Theoretically, only arcane mages could use this equipment. Essentially, it was an auxiliary device that quickly materialized the gathered magic into a distorted reality.

Warriors like Alessina cannot trigger it because you need to output the corresponding magic power. Roach cannot use it without a rune disk, but he can use it by outputting the corresponding magic power through the rune disk.

"Grip it here," Roach said, pointing to the handlebar-like thing, indicating that Livia could grab it to steady herself and aim. "Hmm?" The blonde little witch tilted her head, somewhat confused, but still grabbed the handlebar as Roach instructed, aiming the rather bulky thing at the dark forest outside the wall.

"Infusing magic power, I don't mean the kind you're talking about, but something like secret source magic power."

"Hmm..." The little girl's expression suddenly became a bit blank. Everyone knew that she had entered the "magical communication" state. Her eyes seemed to have completely lost focus, and her little mouth was slightly open. After a few seconds, the six wands slowly started to rotate, and then spewed out colorful fireworks, like sparklers.

Yes, this thing lacks offensive power because the contact time is too short. Even Livia cannot inject enough magic to launch a magical attack at the moment of contact after it starts spinning. It can only produce this kind of firework-like effect.

"Fun!" Her emerald eyes sparkled as she gripped the handle and twirled the sparkler around, letting out silvery laughter and joyful cheers.

"I thought it was some kind of explosive weapon, but it's just a toy?" Leslie was also itching to try it out. However, looking at the indifferent group of people, Roach revealed a meaningful expression. As long as it works smoothly, it's enough as a sparkler.

Because if you only need to adjust the gear set to slow down the rotation or add more catalytic points, this is no longer a firework, but a real tool that can solve the Malthusian problem and the fundamental solution to all social problems—forget about whether there are enough survivors to form a society, just tell me whether social problems have been solved.

Of course, Roach did this because he lacked a mid-range firepower. At close range, he could quickly disguise himself as an ordinary, mediocre arcane mage by relying on the combination of rune disks and rune stones, and at long range, he could directly use his "fat launcher." However, he was in an awkward position at mid-range.

His arm strength wasn't enough to throw the alchemical bomb that far, and his accuracy was poor. The spells he simulated by inputting magic power into the runestone through the rune disk were all small, quick-cast spells with little power at medium range. After all, he didn't have the arcane mage's perception field and ritual field to directly mobilize the magic power around the target for attack.

Ordinary arcane mages' attack methods are more akin to air strikes than artillery. Their perception field is equivalent to the smoke signals thrown out by the air strike commander, and the ritual field is equivalent to the air strike range or the amount of ammunition. Natural arcane spells also have a similar impossible triangle to air strikes—accuracy, power, and speed cannot be satisfied at the same time.

The attacks are fast and powerful, like the kind the little witch used in Wind Candle Village. Without her level of control, you really don't know where they would land or whether they would burn your own people. The spells are fast and accurate, like those that Roach can use at close range, but they are severely lacking in power. Even the little witch can't solve this problem. Although she can activate them much faster than other arcane mages, she can't maintain enough spell power at high speed.

As for accurate and powerful spells, it requires setting up a ritual field, strictly defining the boundaries of the ritual, and gathering enough targeted magic power to form an orderly magical structure. As for when it will come, no one really knows.

Therefore, for a formal mage, the research on war magic mainly consists of three parts. The first part is the research on the ritual field itself, which is equivalent to improving the type of ammunition, such as upgrading the fireball bombing that is like an iron bomb to the flame explosion that is a laser-guided bomb.

The second is to expand one's perception range, which is equivalent to expanding the signal radius, allowing more air strike units to be summoned.

The third is to improve the ceremony process and shorten the start-up time, which is roughly equivalent to improving the aircraft, increasing engine speed, and reducing fuel consumption, etc.

Because this process is too simplistic and brutal, and can easily result in one's own destruction, apart from those battle mages recruited by the Empire who struggle to make progress in formal mysticism, very few arcane mages actually specialize in studying these war spells. This work is mainly done by alchemists and low-level arcane mages who know a little about alchemy.

Therefore, Augros was unconcerned about the news that Master Roach was currently developing what appeared to be "weapons of war." This was the normal behavior of most alchemists, after all, they were the ones who spent the most money in this world, and naturally they needed to engage in the most profitable businesses: arms and medicine, namely various magical equipment, constructs, and potions.

When these people were doing this, it's not surprising that normal civilian technological progress in the world remained stuck in the early steam age.

“Master Roach, are you very interested in engineering?” Roach and the little witch had been setting off fireworks all day when they returned and were immediately grabbed by Augros. “Engineering?” Roach and Livia exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.

The latter didn't know what engineering was, and her teacher didn't have any knowledge in that area. Elves, even half-elves, looked down on machines—they lacked sensitivity and elegance, possessing a dull ugliness that was beyond the elven sense of perception and aesthetics, failing to reflect any human function or artistry.

The former also didn't know what engineering was. Roach really wanted to ask, "Are you referring to mechanical engineering, electronic engineering, or the magical engineering unique to this world?"

Besides, I studied history, and I haven't studied mechanical engineering at all. Do you know what kind of damage I caused myself in order to develop these weapons and equipment? If it weren't for my talent for resisting death and adapting to explosions, which greatly reduced the personal injury caused by failure, I guess the little witch would have had to play the human jigsaw puzzle game a dozen more times by now.

"Didn't you make this using engineering techniques?" Ogros was referring to Roach's sparkler. Engineering was highly valued in the Empire, or rather, in every country, but it was more often used in construction and the military, for example, various cranes and pulleys, used to build large castles and fortifications, and so on.

"Well, I guess I know a little bit about this." Although it's not related to his major, his major isn't related to this world either. He hasn't studied "History of Another World" or "Tomb Culture of Another World" or anything like that. If he weren't a proper college student with mixed religious rules instead of one of those slackers, the number of times he would explode would probably be exponentially more.

However, it doesn't really matter. Neither Gatling nor Maxim came from military or engineering backgrounds. They were doctors, too. Well, in a sense, it did reduce the workload and difficulty for doctors—dead people don't need doctors to treat them. Don't worry about how many people die, just say that the number of wounded has decreased (annoying).

Do you think it's possible to create an engineering structure that doesn't require human control?

"Aren't there many?" Livia looked puzzled, counting them off on her little finger. "Puppets, perpetual rituals, barriers, rune devices"—these are all things that, in a sense, can operate continuously or for a long time without human intervention.

There are also things that cannot be revealed, such as the design and technological development of "magic engines" or "magic hearts" for the puppet branch of the Mystic Sorcerers. Although they have never actually created a real magic heart that can output a continuous stream of magic without much effort or trouble, puppets can indeed be created.

"But puppets also need people to give them commands, and they can't do complicated work, and..." And they're too expensive, okay? The core of a puppet is the spiritual source, which is basically the replication of mental cognition, so that the puppet has simple command responses, but it doesn't have a soul or consciousness. It's probably similar to the passive response of a pure responsive AI.

Therefore, the spiritual imprint needs to be replenished from time to time. At the same time, spiritual magic needs to be extracted from a large number of sentient beings, so the cost and operating time are not ideal.

It is usually a trap, the most typical of which is the gargoyle, which is activated by the mental line of an illegal intruder and then directly attacks the target, serving as a security, identification and defense function.

"I mean, a construct that can keep operating without human orders."

"Theoretically speaking, it's possible." It's just automation, right? Roach has seen plenty of that. What, you've finally remembered you have steam engines, even magical versions of them, and are preparing to develop automated industry and enter the steam age? "So, this isn't just wishful thinking, is it?"

"Hmm," Roach nodded. It wasn't exactly a pipe dream, but why were you all going back to catch up now? "And don't they also have devices that continuously output magic power?" Even if they were fixed, they could even skip the steam age and go straight into the magic age. What's the difference between those magic pool systems in the arcane towers and power plants? And they're even clean.

After all, the magic is drawn from the faith and spiritual cohesion of the entire city. In addition to keeping the lower class in a state of numbness and hardship in order to squeeze out their spiritual magic to the greatest extent, it is actually quite high in terms of environmental protection standards.

On the contrary, the elemental magic pool may be slightly less environmentally friendly. The dead elemental spirits will cause large-scale pollution, resulting in deformities, barren soil, abnormal climate and other phenomena.

"But those things... are very expensive." The material costs are much higher than those of steam engines or generators on Earth. At least steam generators don't require gem dust and various magical dusts that are almost disposable, as well as rare monster materials.

"So, you're asking if it's possible to output magic without using expensive magic pools, output elements or energy without using expensive arcane furnaces, or to use relatively inexpensive arcane furnace structures to drive mechanical operations, and the whole process doesn't require human, or more precisely, highly technical personnel like mages, to monitor and manage the machinery, right?"

"Yes."

“Oh, theoretically it might be possible, but practically it doesn’t,” Roach replied. If the other person wanted to know if there were machines that didn’t require workers, Roach would say yes, but if they wanted to know if there were machines that didn’t require maintenance engineers and various technicians to monitor them…

At the very least, it's not in Earth's technology tree. Not only is it not there, but the number of technical personnel needed will continue to increase, and the requirements for technical skills will become increasingly higher—unless you're prepared to worship Romnesia and achieve the miracle of the mechanical god.

It's important to understand that in the early days of automated factories, technicians and even engineers only needed a high school or vocational school education to operate them. However, in the era of information intelligence and high-precision automated factories, even undergraduates are relegated to tasks like tightening screws and handling consumables.

"Then why?"

"The earlier parts are still possible, but the more automated the device, the more sophisticated its structure, and the more severe the consequences of a mistake. This means it requires even more highly skilled personnel to monitor it. I think the same applies to magical devices..."

"I'm not talking about magical devices, but purely engineering devices."

"Oh? You don't need a sorcerer either?"

"Yes," Ogros had cursed that bastard Ryan a thousand times. Even within the Empire's intelligence agencies, the theory of pressure transmission still held true. This scoundrel was under pressure from above, so he amplified the pressure and transmitted it to him.

"Then you'll need specialized engineering..."

"That's no problem."

"No problem?" Roach was dumbfounded. Brother, in a place where everyone is getting prenatal education, where are you going to find people who understand basic mechanics, mathematics, and mechanics to train into engineers? You also have to exclude mages.

"Lord Ryan is a dwarf," Ogros hinted. While legitimate dwarf craftsmen were hard to find, a number of ordinary apprentices could be captured.

“There are quite a few,” Roach said honestly. “If it’s simply a matter of not needing a mage, then it certainly can be done.”

Although the difficulty of cultivating engineering talents is no less than that of cultivating mages, considering the popularization of basic education, it may be even more difficult than cultivating mages. After all, such talents are either mages themselves, or have the talent of mages, or at the very least have the talent of alchemists. They can easily become superior people, so why would they want to work on the production line?

Especially given the Empire's current attitude towards the lower classes and the level of labor protection, even if there were people with such high awareness who didn't care about fame or fortune, they wouldn't do such a meaningless thing. On the contrary, they would be more likely to unite the workers and launch an uprising. It's impossible to expect them to honestly fight the enemy.

"That's good. I thought His Highness was having another fit of madness..." Augros swallowed the word "madness" back. In the past few days, as the roads were restored, news from the capital kept coming in. After all, a coup and a change of heir were really big events.

Whether you are a regional noble or an ordinary bureaucrat, this is of paramount importance—if you are not familiar with or understand the personality, policies, and general direction of the next leadership team, do you still want to work in the empire?

Even those powerful counts on the borders are no different. If they don't understand what kind of person the next empress is, and her attitude towards foreign and domestic affairs, they will suffer greatly, if not their whole family is arrested and punished.

Moreover, the next prince is currently unmarried and has no consort yet, so the identity of the next prince is still up for debate. This kind of scheme of usurping the throne is common among nobles, and various cross-claims of titles originated from this.

Therefore, everyone in the empire with a certain status, from top to bottom, pays close attention to recent news from the capital. As a result, Augros has also received a lot of news from the capital. Of course, as the politics of the capital gradually stabilize, such news will become less and less frequent. They have already learned what they need to know, and there's no need to prepare for the rest so early. The old man is not dead yet.

"What Your Highness?" Roach was very curious. What Your Highness? And the other party just wanted to say "crazy," right? So the next leadership of the empire is a madman?

"It's like this, His Highness finds personnel management too complicated, especially the work attitude of the newly established Royal Chamber of Commerce, and has requested that the Royal Society develop something that can do the work without people..."

"..." Luo Qi looked into the distance. Hmm, intelligent beings are the same no matter where they are. But isn't this normal? Why does it feel like he's going crazy?

"I thought it was impossible, but after hearing what you say, Master, it seems it's feasible." Feasible my foot! Roach rolled his eyes. If you're talking about combining magic and machinery, he really wouldn't dare say whether it's possible or not.

For example, you could summon a large group of undead creatures, use Soul-Binding Crystals to provide energy, and then use soul fragments from the slaughterhouse to maintain the crystals' function, creating "necromantic machines" that can do simple tasks on their own—who knows, it might actually work.

But with the world's underdeveloped technology, developing a fully automated production and management system that eliminates the human element as a core component... you're probably overthinking it.

Chapter 112 I Don't Want to Write a Title

As spring temperatures gradually warmed, large-scale construction began at the camp, with caravans and adventurers arriving from Tallinn. Originally, the plan was for the survey team to retake the original camp after receiving reinforcements, but now it seems there is no need for that.

Because the Black Forest near the ruins had withered most of its vegetation during the last attack by the Sinful Demons, the outermost burial area of ​​the ruins can now be seen through the sparse, withered dead trees to the north of the camp.

Thanks to the efforts of the adventurers hired by the Imperial Survey Corps, the last small patch of black pines was completely felled and transformed into the recently expanded second ring camp. Merchants built simple sheds here, with wagons and wooden sheds forming individual shops.

Among these shops, the most eye-catching is the wooden plank shop built by Roach and the Little Witch. They buy back and appraise relics and monster materials, as well as sell commonly used potions, herbal preparations, and weapons made by Roach. Compared to other merchants, business is not very good, mainly because the Little Witch buys things like ritual implements, spellbooks, and stone tablets, which are difficult to obtain in the outside world.

The equipment Roach sold was of no demand to the adventurers exploring the outskirts. Apart from buying a batch of traps and mines, the adventurers mainly purchased potions. After all, Livia's potions were very diverse, far more so than those of ordinary supply merchants. However, the production volume was very small, and the restocking speed was very slow.

Leslie sat behind the counter, with neatly arranged potion bottles behind her. Inside the counter were non-explosive weapons developed by Roach, mainly simple magical traps and silver-forged weapons. Explosive weapons were tucked away in a thick steel cabinet in the corner, with only simple, non-functional models and price tags displayed on the outside.

The job of minding the shop had to be left to Leslie, since Old Horse and Minotaur had to manage the plantation and guard the hut, while Livia, Vivi, Alessina, and Roach all had their own things to do. In particular, after recovering from her cold, Livia finally had the energy to go out and investigate the traces of the Great Sin ritual and the technology of the ancient barrier on the outskirts of the ruins.

"Ugh, so boring~~~" Leslie pulled out a small lute from somewhere and started tuning it. As I just mentioned, this shop is doing very poor business and the goods are ridiculously expensive.

Aside from adventurers who have to buy high-grade potions due to special needs, very few people patronize the shop, and those adventurers do so with the utmost care, like thieves.

Just as Leslie was idly browsing the shop, a commotion arose outside. The main force of the Imperial Survey Corps had arrived, consisting of six caravans resembling those from the American West, 20 pack animals, and a considerable number of pedestrians. At the rear of the convoy, several heavy draft horses pulled a strangely shaped vehicle completely covered in canvas.

The Imperial expedition consisted of 220 people, including 50 infantrymen, 35 squires, 15 knights, 5 scholars, and one head of the expedition, about 20 managers and skilled workers (including cooks and craftsmen), and the rest were hired grooms, laborers, and adventurers.

The head of the investigation team was an old scholar named "Andre," who was an expert in the history of the ancient Kingdom of Luster and the appraisal of artifacts. Among the remaining five scholars, there were two alchemists and three occultists. It was truly only old man Andre who was interested in ancient civilizations and history.

Others came to study the Great Sin Magic, while others came to study ancient alchemy, especially the alchemical system unique to Ancient Luster. Of course, they all had considerable historical research skills. After all, to recover this lost knowledge from ancient times, in addition to professional knowledge, historical knowledge and archaeological techniques were also essential, especially regarding burial culture. Mechanical technology was crucial for survival; otherwise, one would die in a grave without even knowing how they died.

The convoy drove straight into the inner circle. As soon as they entered, Ryan spotted the eye-catching magical water heater. After the spring, the water heater's power had basically returned to normal. The heat provided by the magical steam transformed the original bathhouse into a very warm tavern and restaurant, while still retaining its bathhouse function.

"Is this the work of Master Roach? I thought..." Ryan hesitated, he thought the other party only knew how to make explosions. But thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Being good at explosions and only knowing how to make explosions are two completely different concepts. After all, making explosions is something that any alchemist can do. His grandniece often makes explosions when she brews potions.

"However, after such a long journey, it would be wonderful to take a hot shower."

"Lord Ryan, you've finally arrived!" Augros breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the arrival of this group. Fifteen knights of the Thunderbird Knights and thirty-five squire cavalrymen were enough to strengthen the camp's defenses, not to mention the fifty professional infantrymen.

These professional infantrymen are a completely new type of troop for the Empire, unlike ordinary conscripted infantry. They all wear sturdy breastplates, are equipped with light shields and short halberds, and carry longswords. Each of them also has a helmet, making them quite elite infantrymen.

The Empire has only formed 10 such infantry battalions, totaling 5000 men, mainly for mountain and naval warfare, and they belong to the Empire's Marine Corps, although this term probably doesn't exist yet.

The lightweight breastplate is well-suited for use at sea, and can be easily removed if it falls into the water. The halberd is also a great tool for use on ships, serving as a weapon, a tool to cut down masts or breach enemy hulls in critical moments, and even a throwing weapon.

However, compared to the squire infantry formed by nobles and knights, their protection was much worse. Although such infantry would be considered the most regular army on Earth, with amazing protection, in a world where everyone was heavily armored and adventurers could assemble a full set of Iron Leaf Scale Armor, this protection was hardly effective.

This was something Augros didn't quite understand. Why would the Empire send such light infantry? They were better suited for fighting at sea and in the mountains. If they fought on the plains, they would be smashed to pieces by all sorts of greatswords and the like.

“This is the princess’s will,” Ryan sighed. These 50 soldiers were forcibly brought in by Princess Freya, who replaced the 50 attendant infantrymen they originally brought with them.

The reason given was that when the princess, who was in charge of the Imperial Royal Merchant Guild, requested funds and packhorses (the logistics or carriage industry in the capital was now under the jurisdiction of Princess Freya within the Royal Merchant Guild), she complained that the amount of things requested was too much, so she replaced the 50 cans with these 50 cardboard boxes.

As for her thought process, it was very simple. Why do we need packhorses? Because the equipment is too heavy. Infantrymen cannot travel long distances in heavy armor. So why not ride horses? Because warhorses that can carry heavy loads are too expensive. The princess had no patience to listen to her subordinates' reasons and said impatiently, "Then let's change the heavy armor to light armor. Wouldn't that make it possible to walk?"

So, Ryan, who hadn't yet gotten used to the other side's way of thinking, was indeed replaced by 50 light infantrymen instead of all his heavy armored attendants. However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least when entering the Black Forest, the speed was much faster than before, and the loss of pack animals was also reduced.

In other words, this is why the investigation team arrived two days earlier than planned.

"It's good enough that they didn't replace them with serf soldiers," Augros complained to his superior. Ryan, on the other hand, wholeheartedly agreed with his subordinate's complaint, fearing that they might be even worse than serf soldiers. He suggested simply packing up those slum dwellers who couldn't be digested and stuffing them in.

After all, Her Highness was quite annoyed by the fact that she was inexplicably having to support more and more poor people and by the increasing amount of production and management matters. So, with her brilliant mind, she would probably come up with an amazing plan in less than three days.

However, what Ryan and Augros never expected was that the princess's extraordinary wisdom didn't even take three days, or even three hours, to come up with a "brilliant solution" to the poverty and slums in the capital and surrounding areas.

At the edge of the slum ruins, magically formed lava slowly flows down the plateau, which has been raised too high by a mysterious force. It evaporates into blood-red smoke in mid-air, leaving only a charred crater and a bizarre architectural structure twisted and stacked together by magical power.

Livia, with her light golden hair loose, squatted on the ground, drawing something on the ground with her cane. It took her a while to rub her face and stand up, leaning on her cane and staring blankly at the remaining barrier in the distance. The bell flower on her cane also raised its head, gazing at the barrier in the distance, looking a little dazed, making people want to rub her little head or poke her chubby cheeks.

"Woo..." The little one reached out her hand, and magic responded to her call, turning into a beam of light that smashed directly into the collapsing and shrinking second barrier in the distance. The light pattern lit up slightly and then devoured the magic block she threw.

"..." Livia roughly understood the basic working principle of this barrier, but how it was done in detail still required further research. She stomped her foot lightly, and the sand on the ground swirled, covering the magic circle diagram she had drawn.

Roach and Vivi couldn't understand what kind of research Livia was doing. They only saw her sometimes climbing up the tall ruined wall with a thud, sometimes sticking her butt out and crawling into the scorched grass, and occasionally squatting in front of all sorts of random things, jotting something down in a small notebook.

Fortunately, there weren't many poisonous insects or monsters here. The few angry demons that broke through the barrier were dealt with by Alessina using a "broadsword" attack followed by a greatsword execution.

"Roach, what exactly is Miss Livia researching?"

"I don't know, I don't understand arcane magic," Roach said, indicating that he didn't know the answer to Vivi's question. Alessina wouldn't ask such a question because she was very confident in her own intelligence—she wouldn't understand even if she asked, so it was better not to ask.

Completely unaware of what the little witch was doing, the three of them naturally shifted their conversation to the matter of the imperial princess that they had mentioned a few days ago, as well as the matter of Alessina.

"Alessina, what's the difference between orcs and beastmen? Why do you call them the same race?" This was also Roach's biggest question. The orcs here weren't the Fury, but rather the blue-faced, fanged creatures similar to those in Warcraft, though they weren't green-skinned either.

Most of them are over 2 to 3 meters tall, with bulging muscles and skin of many colors, mainly red, light brown, and gray. Their teeth vary, some are flat like human teeth, some have distinct canines, and some have a mouth full of sharp teeth. If you had to say, the difference between orcs and orcs is greater than the difference between humans and half-elves.

However, they consider themselves to be of the same race, especially the beastmen who are more different from orcs; they are closer to creatures like beast-eared girls and Furei.

"Because the beastmen are the ancestors of the beastmen." Since she had nothing else to do, Alessina told Roach about the myths and origins of the beastmen. The beastmen are said to be the descendants of a demigod hero in human form and a goddess called the Mother of All Spirits.

Roach automatically gave the hero the nickname "Sorrowful Wind." After Alessina described the Mother of All Spirits as a deity with almost all the characteristics of living beings, Roach, who couldn't imagine or understand such an existence, renamed the hero "Yasaka Mahiro," since it sounded too much like those Cthulhu-esque things.

"What about the orcs?"

"Orcs are said to be a type of slave created by ancient sorcerers when they were researching bloodline technology. Their prototype used the bloodline of the beast-human race." The emphasis of the race name "beast-human" is not "beast" but "human-human." They belong to a type of human race and are actually quite distantly related to humans, being closer to human-human creatures like goblins.

"Well, that's actually a rumor. Orcs have a much longer history than Bloodline Warlocks, especially Bloodline Warlocks." This profession can only be traced back to about 400 years ago, while orcs have existed for at least a thousand years. Nobody can say for sure if their history is even longer.

“However, our legend says that there is no intermarriage or segregation between orcs and beast-demi-humans, and they can have mixed-race children. But beast-demi-humans and humans can only have children born to one of them.” Alessina shook her head, expressing her objection. “Therefore, we generally consider them as our own kind, but as for the orcs…”

They have been trying to refute and get rid of this idea, and the orcs have also put forward their own creation gods. However, at least in folk tradition, this idea still has a wide range of supporters. Even the current Warchief of the Orc Alliance does not dare to openly ban this idea.