The battle at the Underworld entrances ended dramatically, but its effects had only just begun.
With another group of Underworld Races joining in, no one could say what the Orc Empire would become.
Hudson no longer cared when the Dark Elves would migrate. The Evil God's reputation might be terrible, but its influence over its followers was unquestionable.
Defying a divine oracle was not something devout followers could do.
The fact that the Dark Elves did not continue haggling was the best proof.
Of course, it was also possible that the Dark Elves mistakenly believed that humanity, the dominant race, was like the ancient elves and could decide the distribution of resources and land across the entire continent.
If humanity were a single whole, interfering in the rise and fall of races and the changing of powers across different regions would indeed not be difficult.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. Humanity, fighting independently, was destined to be a "weak" hegemon.
Weak did not mean easy to bully. On the contrary, this state of everyone fighting for themselves put even greater pressure on the various races.
With no restraint hanging over their heads, every nation expanded outward driven purely by profit.
That meant that if you lived beside humanity, you had better never decline. Once you declined, there would be no future.
The thunder that had kept him on edge was finally exposed, and Hudson relaxed. The unknown was the most frightening thing. Now that the seal had been opened, he was no longer worried.
Even if the Dark Elves were not weak, with their high-level combatants in the battle nearly matching the Kingdom's, they were ultimately outsiders.
After living in the underground world for tens of thousands of years, their physical structures had long changed. What benefited survival underground