938: Chapter 105, Augustusburg Great Victory_3 938: Chapter 105, Augustusburg Great Victory_3 Nobles, having chosen to send troops to battle, surely faced casualties numbering in the tens of thousands.
Perhaps you don’t lack strength now, but that doesn’t an you won’t after the war.
For the continuation of your species, I suggest the Sacrifice Shaman considers carefully.
After all, the Elven tribe’s reproductive capacity is truly worrying, and there’s no need to sacrifice lives for a war that isn’t yours.”
Bluffing, just bluffing.
The inheritance of the Elf Race had nothing to do with him.
If he wasn’t planning to use these elves as bargaining chips in future negotiations, he wouldn’t bother persuading here.
Glancing back, Shaman Romo read a desire for life in the eyes of the elves around him.
Everyone wanted to survive; no one wanted to die.
Hudson’s words beca their best psychological comfort.
This wasn’t their war; they were just here to help.
There was no need to fight to the death for the Ancient Heritage Alliance.
“Respected Marshal Hudson, we can surrender, but you must ensure that we won’t be humiliated!”
Shaman Romo said, struggling to control his emotions.
As an experienced elf, Romo clearly understood why Hudson accepted their surrender.
In the Continent of Aslante, only creatures of value had the right to survive.
Undoubtedly, this group of Elf Mages before him possessed enough value.
“Very well, I guarantee with my noble honor, as long as you follow the rules after your surrender, you will enjoy the warti treatnt stipulated in the Covenant of All Races.”
Hudson said with feigned impatience.
Realizing he had no leverage, Romo sighed and then handed his Magic Wand to Hudson.
Following this, a crowd of elves also laid down their weapons.
The once tense atmosphere was gone, replaced only by the relief of survival after a disaster.
To survive a defeat in a racial war was no small feat.
Especially in recent centuries, the wars across the continent rarely saw the taking of prisoners anymore.
Having set a good precedent, Hudson’s desire to kill waned, and he imdiately ordered his troops, “Spread the word: ‘Surrender, and you won’t be killed.
We accept prisoners!'”
The rules of the ga are always set by the strongn.
To reduce enemy resistance and limit his army’s casualties, Hudson did not mind adapting so rules according to the situation.
The earth-shaking shouts spread, further unsettling the routed Alien Coalition Army.
Seeing their own camp lost, many soldiers from different species who burst out were mired in confusion.
“Run!”
Soone shouted, and the already chaotic battlefield beca even more disordered.
Lacking leadership, the Alien Coalition Army unintentionally beca a disorganized mob.
The Giant Tribe was perhaps the most unlucky, as their large size always made them particularly noticeable.
Even in fleeing for their lives, they stood out more than others.
Magic flares shot out intermittently, illuminating their positions clearly, while various arrows continuously flew towards them.
Watching this scene, Hudson understood why the mighty Giant Tribe had declined.
When the wind was at their backs, these large figures were unstoppable.
Against the wind, they were rely live targets on the battlefield.
That phrase “Comparable to Dragons”—it was purely self-aggrandizing.
Dragons could soar through the skies and dive into the sea; could Giants do the sa?
While Giants were indeed formidable when fighting lesser soldiers, that was only against lesser soldiers.
Against equals in strength, their enormous bodies were a handicap.
The defense of the Giants was indeed impressive; high-ranking Giants could be immune to regular Bow and Arrow, but now was the era of the Magic Crossbow.
Many large-sized Giants hadn’t reacted before they were turned into pincushions in the fight.
Hudson had personally verified that with the Holy Sword of Light, even Giants over thirty ters tall could have their defenses breached with a single strike.
Watchinge the Giants fall one after another had a trendous effect on the soldiers of the Alien Coalition Army, causing a rapid increase in the number of deserters on the battlefield.
As if blind to these fleeing forces, the Kingdom’s Army rely focused on cleaning up the Alien Coalition Army left on the battlefield, as if deliberately allowing them to escape.
Realizing this, the high command of the Alien Coalition Army felt powerless.
This was the enemy’s overt strategy, not sothing they could stop.
Seeing that the situation was irreversible, so quick-reacting species commanders simply took their troops and fled.
In the face of disaster, every species for itself.
…
As the first rays of dawn shone down, the war was drawing to a close, with only a few slow-reacting Alien Soldiers still putting up sporadic resistance.
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