As the Lizardman Great Warrior was knocked beneath Ang's spear, the remaining lizardmen immediately lost their will to fight and began to flee in rout.
However, the soldiers at the rear had long since formed an encirclement, leaving them no way out.
Amid the chaos, the soldiers surged forward like a tide, cutting down the fleeing lizardmen one by one.
Below the walls, the Second Legion and cavalry had long been standing by. The moment the signal sounded from the battlements, they charged out.
Like a whirlwind, they swiftly swept through the remaining lizardman forces on the ground.
Hooves flew and blades crossed. Before long, the earth was dyed red with lizardman blood, their corpses piled like mountains.
At daybreak, the battlefield finally returned to silence.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
The soldiers skillfully extracted magic cores from the lizardman corpses before swiftly withdrawing from the battlefield.
By afternoon, large numbers of wild beasts and magical beasts had followed the scent of blood. They fought over the lizardman corpses in the open ground outside the fortress, their savage chewing and tearing providing a brutal final note to the battle.
In the wounded soldiers' camp, the faint scent of medicinal herbs mixed with blood. Healers hurried back and forth, doing their best to comfort every injured man.
Dana reclined against a wooden cot, his right arm wrapped in thick bandages and suspended in a sling.
He gave a bitter laugh and looked toward Ang, who sat beside him.
"That guy... was truly terrifying." Dana bared his teeth, lingering fear still in his eyes. "I took just one claw strike and collapsed on the spot. I couldn't move at all."
Ang glanced at him without changing expression. "If that Black and White Shield hadn't absorbed part of the