"How many Sea-Devouring Warships does the Stoneheart Horde wish to purchase?"
"Just now, Lireesa and Dain each pre-ordered twenty Sea-Devouring Warships."
"Grand Duke Richard pre-ordered fifty. How many do you want?"
The white dragon Frostsire looked at Orion with a smile, quite expectant of the Stoneheart Horde's order.
Orion glanced at Richard and the others, knowing what they were thinking—they definitely wanted to take this opportunity to gauge the Stoneheart Horde's true strength and resources.
"The Stoneheart Horde will also pre-order twenty Sea-Devouring Warships!"
Orion uttered these words with some difficulty, as if the Stoneheart Horde was rather poor and would have to endure hard times to afford this batch of strategic assets.
In everyone's perception, the Stoneheart Horde hadn't been entrenched in the South for long; their foundation was surely not deep.
Orion's current display of reluctance and strain made him seem like he was putting on a brave front.
