Just as the Inquisitor Knight hesitated, Fulna rose into the air. Seeing Titus's act of surrender, he said, "Have your men lay down their weapons, and I can let you surrender."
"I can try, but I can't guarantee that I can make them lay down their weapons." Titus shrugged as he replied.
Hearing this, the Inquisitor Knight sheathed his sword and said coldly, "Do as you're told. If these heretics refuse to surrender, kill them all."
Hearing those killing words, Titus did not dare disobey. Looking down at the Tribal Army below, he loudly ordered, "Lay down your weapons and surrender to the Human Army."
On the ground, some Tribal Army warriors who had lost their leaders heard the order and slowly put down their weapons, kneeling to beg for surrender.
The soldiers of the remaining Tribal Armies whose tribal leaders were still alive hesitated. They looked from Titus in the sky to their own commanders, unable to make up their minds.
A Mid-Gold Black Asia Orc holding a battle flag roared, "I, Ulysses, Tribal Chief of the Ruston Tribe, declare Titus a traitor! All warriors, pick up your weapons and—"
Before he could finish, a spear of light descended and nailed him to the mountain of corpses.
More than a dozen Tribal Chiefs at the center of the battlefield saw this, their eyes filled with fear. One after another, they ordered their tribal warriors to lay down their weapons and surrender.
At the edges of the battlefield, some Tribal Chiefs gathered the warriors around them and fled for their lives.
Watching the fleeing Black Asia Orcs, the Inquisitor Knight said, "Fulna, I'll go cleanse those heretics. The battlefield is yours."
"Mm."
Fulna nodded, then sheathed his Knight Sword, took out an ordinary rope, and tossed it to Titus. "Tie