Volgograd (10)

Thanks to Ang's earlier heavy blow against the lizardmen, the noble lords seized the opportunity to strike, their morale soaring.

The lizardman army was beaten into a retreat, scattering in panic.

This time, however, the human forces pursuing them numbered several times more than before. The lizardmen were even more terrified, not daring to turn back and fight. They could only flee at full speed, desperately running for their lives.

The nobles were swept up in the thrill of victory, leading their troops in pursuit from noon until dusk. Only when they were utterly exhausted and could no longer find the enemy's trail did they have no choice but to order a halt.

By then, several lords had already realized the problem. Their expressions changed slightly as they immediately led their troops back the way they had come—the sky was growing dark, and the wilderness was never safe at night. Lizardmen were only one threat; packs of magical beasts were the true nightmare.

As dusk fell, the nobles returned one after another to the Central Front Line's temporary command post.

The previously silent military camp immediately erupted into activity.

Countless bonfires were lit, illuminating the entire camp as brightly as day. Every lord wore a look of satisfaction and pride, as though they had personally written a glorious chapter of history.

Their soldiers were also smiling broadly. Though exhausted, they could not hide their excitement.

According to the tally, although there had been almost no casualties in this pursuit, the nobles' forces had killed nearly ten thousand lizardmen in total. Quite a few Elite Troops had individually slain more than a thousand enemy soldiers.

But the news that followed was even more shocking. Standing atop a temporary platform, the military officer announced the results of Viscount Ange's force in a