Twenty thousand people charged up to the frozen warriors of the three races. Every Dark Demon was bound in chains, every Flame Imp had sealing spells cast above its head, and every Flower Demon Warrior was eliminated, while the Flower Demon bodies were preserved.
For a time, everyone was frantically busy amid the wind and snow of Maple Leaf Valley. Large numbers of Fire Lion mounts were temporarily repurposed into transport convoys.
When Lu Yang arrived inside the valley, Zhuojiu was carrying the Tier 3 Flower Demon Chieftain Flander over his shoulder. He walked up to Lu Yang and laughed. "Boss, look at this guy. We caught him."
Lu Yang looked at the Tier 3 Flower Demon's body. It was so weak that even its roots lay flat against the ground, and it could no longer support its enormous blossom. Smiling, he said, "Flander, never thought you'd see this day, did you?"
Though weak, Flander glared at Lu Yang resentfully and roared, "You didn't defeat us with strength. You shameless human, you actually took advantage of the snowy weather. I will never respect you."
Lu Yang, Zhuojiu, and the others burst out laughing. To creatures from another world, this was a stain upon honor. But to humans, this was war—using every possible means to reduce casualties and ensure their brothers survived. That was what every commander ought to do.
Shaking his head, Lu Yang said to Flander, "Your stupid sense of honor is what put you in this position. Instead of reflecting on yourself, you blame me. What, was I supposed to wait until spring came and you were at your strongest before fighting you to the death? Which one of us is stupid, you or me?"
Flander roared furiously, "Isn't that how war is supposed to be? You honorless