Krathen shook his head at his general's solution to the problem of food. "A temporary solution... malnourished mortals have rather poor nutritional value, if we deprive them of their source of food, they themselves won't be much more nourishing. Besides, they make far better slaves than provisions, and once we are done with them, we can let them go, at which point they become refugees, more mouths for the mortals to feed. Why use them as simple food stores when we can instead use them to drain the stores of our foes?" he replied, still stuffing the helpless elf girl to the brim with his shaft, her quiet gurgles as Nehar'Ghul's tongue worked its way down her throat amusing him.<br/><br/>At the Deceiver's mention of the Root, Krathen paused and thought for a moment. "Yes... there is indeed a vast well of magic in the Root, one that could be tapped to perform an impressive ritual. Essentially, any magic user could tap into the leylines found their to project there magic on a much larger scale than normal... our resident necromancer could raise an army from the dead that have fallen there, I myself could cast an illusion over massive swaths of our foes... But unfortunately it works both ways... If the mortals send some of their own champions there, they could accomplish similar feats of arcane mastery... Either way, it would require a lengthy ritual to tap into the magic found there, one that can not be accomplished while in battle. We must send at least one of our felguard or one of us there to ensure the mortals do not make use of the magic found there, and to make use of it themselves should the mortals ignore the Root." he commented, finally reaching orgasm and pumping his current cock-sleeve full of cum.