That night, the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief had no idea how it had made it through.
It was still dazed, its mind filled with nothing but, "Praise the gods! Long live the gods!"
Not until dawn, when the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Chief saw the corpses of Sabertooth Tigerfolk warriors scattered throughout the wooden cages around it, did it realize that its own younger brother had saved its life last night.
But its suffering was far from over.
Han Wu compiled the statistics from last night.
Through traps dug in advance by the Black Armored Ants, the Flower Maiden's vine ambushes, and the Wood Elves' arrows, a total of 9,328 Sabertooth Tigerfolk had been annihilated last night.
Of the remaining seven hundred or so, more than five hundred had been suppressed by Han Wu's Deterrence Power for disrespecting the gods.
In other words, fewer than two hundred of the Sabertooth Tigerfolk who had attacked last night had survived.
Han Wu's plan for today was to cultivate all two hundred Sabertooth Tigerfolk into his believers.
If they refused to become his believers, that was easy enough. They could die!
After two consecutive victories, the Wood Elves had built up their confidence.
They had deeply realized that as long as they made proper preparations, even a tribe as powerful as the Sabertooth Tigerfolk Tribe could be easily fought against.
After all, the Wood Elves' casualties in both battles had remained at zero.
That alone was a miracle.
It also made them worship Han Wu even more fervently, giving rise to three more saints.
Han Wu, meanwhile, was making other plans.
There was no need to worry about the Wood Elves. Their faith was steadily increasing.
The Sabertooth Tigerfolk Tribe still had nearly a million members. He could take things slowly.
Among the Sabertooth Tigerfolk captured