"Kill!"
The cries of battle rang out as savage collisions of flesh and blood erupted across the grasslands. Countless severed arms and limbs flew everywhere, and blood dyed the earth red.
In the brutal clash, the Dark Elves and the Behemoth Cavalry fought to a standstill.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that such slender elves possessed such explosive power.
"Retreat!"
Realizing they had encountered a formidable opponent, the Behemoth commander immediately gave the order to withdraw.
As their strength had declined, the Behemoth Cavalry that had once swept across the continent had become history.
The current Behemoth Cavalry was still elite, but the clan's upper ranks no longer allowed them to slaughter to their hearts' content.
Military merit and glory were empty things. For the Behemoth Clan, preserving their strength came first.
It was not just the Behemoth Clan. The old imperial clans had all learned to preserve their strength.
When even the leading elder brothers acted this way, the lesser races naturally followed suit.
The Orc Empire had no shortage of promising races. Those that had managed to enter the decision-making ranks were all the races best at lying low.
It did not matter much when one race preserved its strength, but when every major race began doing so, the entire atmosphere changed.
The Orc Empire that had once roamed in all directions and fought across north and south no longer existed. In its place stood an alliance with every member harboring its own agenda.
"Stop the pursuit!"
The Dark Elf Queen called off her subordinates.
This was experience gained from conflicts in the underworld. When great races clashed, they stopped once they had made their point.
If they fought to the death at every turn, there would