**An orc, a troll horde, and a stolen dreadnought walk into an empire.** Korgath is Warchief now. It is a worse job than it sounds. The Grey Tusk survivors and Skarn's Duskmaw trolls hate each other roughly as much as they hate the humans. His own council of elders would rather die on ancestral ground than take orders from a cross-species army. And beyond the treeline, a joint human-elf coalition is closing a pincer designed to end the orcish question permanently. He has one advantage: a demoted human noblewoman inside the enemy command, feeding him their movements in a hand only he can read. What follows is not a rampage. It is a campaign. Feigned retreats and mired cavalry. Cliff ambushes and cut supply lines. An airbase taken from the ground up, a legendary Archmage's illusion-hell that nearly unmakes Korgath's mind, and a subclass fusion the Warscript forces on him at the worst possible moment. Then the Emperor's Eyes find Aurelia's correspondence, and the woman who handed him an empire's throat is dragged to the Obsidian Hold in chains. He has a fleet now. He is going to spend it. **About this book: ** army-building and unit command, real battlefield tactics, class evolution and subclass fusion, aerial fleet combat, a fortress raised from nothing, a prison break, and levels 10 to 25 earned the hard way.
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