"My lord, these gnomes have no real fight in 'em. Why should we waste our resources feeding them?"
That blunt complaint came from Earthshaker. His cannon-fodder armies had recently absorbed a large number of gnome slaves, which, to him, felt like a direct hit to their combat effectiveness.
Orion glanced back at the smoldering ruins of Giant City behind them, then pointed at the scorched remains.
"Look over there. If they were really worthless nobodies, how could they have built such a big city in the first place? Think about it—if gnomes were good for nothing, would the Blood Elves have kept them around all this time? Plus, if these gnomes were truly useless, how come they get to live on these rich southern lands while we're stuck in the north?"
Earthshaker looked puzzled, unable to come up with a quick answer. It was true the gnomes weren't physically imposing or known for battle prowess—yet they inhabited this abundant southern region, which baffled the buffalofolk.
