The mercenaries' camp had now fallen silent.
Isildur appeared in the camp once more.
Watching the Noldo warriors clear away the human corpses, he seemed to be in low spirits as well.
"How many losses did we suffer?"
The Twilight Knight beside him answered, "Your Highness, we lost ninety-two men in total. The humans suffered more than thirty times our losses."
Isildur sighed. "Sigh... but the humans outnumber us by more than a thousand to one... Ninety-two of our people—how many years will it take to make up for that...?"
The Twilight Knight fell silent as well.
With fewer than a hundred Noldo Elves lost, they had inflicted nearly three thousand casualties on the mercenaries and had nearly achieved the complete annihilation of the enemy. It was undoubtedly a glorious victory.
There was no war without deaths, and this operation had been quite successful. If the human army had entered deep into the forest, their eventual losses probably would not have been any lower.
But Isildur still felt heartbroken.
Every one of his people who died was one less remaining. The Noldo Elves had far too small a population...
A loss of around a hundred men was insignificant to humans, but to the Noldo, it was already a major loss.
That was why Isildur's brow had remained furrowed.
Before long, a Noldo noble found him.
"Your Highness, I have brought Risadiran. He carries a reply from Baron Li Ang. Baron Li Ang requested that he personally deliver the letter into your hands."
The tension between Isildur's brows immediately eased considerably. "Bring him to me."
Risadiran approached uneasily and held out Li Ang's reply, yet he did not know what to say.
"Your Highness, I am sorry..."
Risadiran looked somewhat awkward. He had imagined countless times along the way how he