Under the extreme terror, many Monster Clan warriors came to their senses and began fleeing to the rear.
At the center of the battlefield, Cassius watched the retreating monster army. The bloodlust in his eyes gradually faded as he lowered his head to look at the crack-covered Knight Sword, his face silent.
The old friend that had accompanied him for over twenty years would ultimately have to be reforged.
"General."
Hearing the hoarse voice, Cassius raised his head. It was his adjutant.
"How many men do we have left?"
The officer gave a bitter smile. "General, I have five Silver Plaques and twenty-six bronze plaques on me."
Hearing that answer, Cassius's body trembled slightly. His eyes dimmed as he struggled to suppress the grief in his heart.
After this battle, it would be fortunate if half of Star Prayer Camp remained.
At this moment, he could not feel the slightest joy at their victory.
The next moment, Cassius took a deep breath and slowly reached inside his armor, as though every movement required all the strength in his body.
At last, he found eight Silver Plaques in the gaps of his armor. They represented eight Silver Rank warriors.
"Try to find their Silver Plaques and bronze plaques."
"Yes."
The officer pulled himself together and answered loudly with a solemn expression.
Watching the officer leave, Cassius removed his helmet and sat on the ground. He leaned against the corpse of a Low-Gold Ogre, placed the eight Silver Plaques against his chest, closed his eyes, and recalled those familiar faces.
A tear ran down from the corner of his eye and fell onto the earth.
A tender sprout broke through the soil, welcoming the morning sun.
On the command platform, Velin watched the monster army collapse in utter defeat, then looked up