Quite well

A few days prior...

"The Gems of Erlareo!?" Arthion said, "Y-You can't give them away like some prized trophy! They have cultural and historical significance beyond measure!"

"Calm down, ****," Said Iozunk, "It's only temporary; once we defeat the princes, we'll get them back intact, and they'll be none the wiser."

"But... they're all I have left... of my husband..." Said Arthion tearfully, "Please..."

"****, listen to me," Said Iozunk, "You have to be willing to let go; you're at our mercy, and that means like it or not, you'll have to forfeit the gems you treasure so much, albeit temporarily. We're going to aim for a far bigger fish, after all."

"I know, it's just..."

"Hush," Said Iozunk, "You have my word that the Gems will be returned safely and without damage."

"How can you be so sure?" Asked Arthion.

"The Princes, if they are as greedy as they seem, they'll do anything and everything to preserve the gems intact within their power," Said Iozunk smilingly, "And that means you won't have to worry about any damage at all, alright?"

Unable to argue, Arthion nodded.

"Good ****," Said Iozunk smilingly, "Be a good woman and wait for me, alright? And do take care of our children."

_Arthion nodded, feeling her belly laden with child.- - - - - -

_

It was within a command tent located miles from their cities that the Efrosi Princes met with Ferdinand and his Lieutenants, Kassandra Ohne Gnade looming over the princes menacingly with her large stature and huge zweihander.

Vain little boys with more looks and charm than battle experience, their ornamented armour was the reflection of their personalities - all bark and no bite, with a pitifully inflated ego and equally titanic delusions and greed infecting their mind like the Black ****.

Their blonde hair, stylishly tied in ponytails and braids, looked terribly clean and smooth without blemish, their noble knights equally pompous and untried.

It was vindictively satisfying, seeing these Princes cower before them so - boys against grown men.

"W-We came here at your behest only because of great gifts promised, so you'd best not waste our time!" Said Marden Menon, his eyes a chocolate brown.

"Yes, much blood has been spilled in the battles we have fought, so unless you have adequate compensation in exchange for military access, then begone!" Said Malon Menon, his eyes a striking blue.

"I assure you, Your Highnesses, we have a most splendid gift to offer the both of you," Said Ferdinand, his oily tongue smoothly wagging, his smile more predatory than reassuring, "Iozunk, if you would please."

The Goblin Chieftain placed an ornately carved box of deep amber embossed with gold, lacquered with a bright sheen. Opening the lid, he revealed a pile of most fine gems glittering like little stars, their worth in gold and beauty beyond compare.

The Princes' eyes widened with wonder and greed, and turning to face Ferdinand, Marden was the first to speak, "I believe we can come to an agreement, Ferdinand."

"On one condition," Said Malon, "And that is we split the gems equally between us."

"Perfectly fine," Said Ferdinand, "Please, help yourselves."

Calling upon their servants, the Princes safely stowed their respective shares of Gems into separate boxes, and soon they brought a vellum scroll detailing the agreement of military access without fear of reprisal.

As the Princes walked away with beaming smiles on their faces, Ferdinand dropped his and snarled for a moment, lips curling into a frown.

"You did good, Ferdinand," Said Kassandra, "I would have simply cut them down for their slimy faces alone."

"I know, but I really hate politics and diplomacy," Said Ferdinand, "Lost count of how many pigs I saw in charge."

"Pah, don't worry about them, Ferdinand!" Said Diepkutter, "Let them celebrate for now; there's always the time when we get to wipe those slimy smirks off their faces, and krump 'em like real Orcs!"

"Heh, I can't agree more," Said Ferdinand.

With the offer for military access completed, the monster horde of Prosperio marched through Efros's lands without dispute, much to the concertation of countless peasants and nobles who looked at the marching horde with great worry and fear.

Those who opposed the Princes' decree were executed without mercy, and the remainder fled and sought refuge among their neighbours.

And with the monster Horde numbering in the tens of thousands - as many as a hundred thousand, no self-respecting military would dare challenge it without suffering horrendous casualties.

Soon enough, the Horde split into two, encircling both Inyalrius and Caenanor in preparation for a siege.