War between races was this cruel.
If war broke out between two human nations, they would show relatively more mercy for the sake of being the same race. At most, they would loot a little and "invite" some talented people to their own country. After all, everyone cared about saving face.
As for nations of other races, not slaughtering them all outright was already lenient enough, even if the gods they worshipped possessed some ability.
Half a month after Velin took over Stone Mountain City, the remaining Dwarves in the city gradually settled down. Though they feared the Human Army patrolling the streets, as long as they did not resist, their lives were not in much danger.
"How much is this?" Velin came to a street stall, picked up a small wooden hammer, and asked with a smile.
The one-armed Dwarf vendor looked frightened. He hurriedly waved his hands and said in clumsy Common Tongue, "N-no charge."
"How about this? I'll give you four Copper Coins for this wooden hammer."
"Th-thank you... thank you, my lord." The Dwarf vendor nodded repeatedly.
Seeing this, Kyle took out a cloth pouch, counted out four Copper Coins, and placed them one by one before the Dwarf vendor. All the while, he smiled as he stared into the man's eyes.
Turning the little wooden hammer over in his hand, Velin said to Kyle, "Have Cassius send someone to follow him secretly. Dig out this group of Resistance Army members."
"Yes." Kyle answered.
As he watched the two humans leave, the one-armed Dwarf's eyes filled with hatred.
Clutching the four Copper Coins in his hand, he wanted to throw them away. But after thinking it over, he held himself back and put them into his pocket.
After nightfall, the one-armed Dwarf packed up his stall