The sounds of killing rose up, and the camp was already a scene of misery. Blood stained the earth red, reflecting the blazing flames and casting an eerie glow.
After a single charge, the Iron Tower Tribe's army collapsed outright.
The chieftain fled with the routed troops, leaving only the old and weak behind to wail in the camp.
The victory had come far too easily. The enemy had barely resisted, leaving Hudson with no sense of accomplishment at all.
That was the downside of having too great a reputation.
The enemy lost their nerve before battle even began. By the time war broke out, their morale had long since vanished.
Of course, that was only Hudson's personal view.
The frantically fleeing Ironwood Chieftain did not see it that way.
The Lionmen were certainly not weak in battle, but this was only a single tribe. Even counting every able-bodied man and woman, they had merely thirty or forty thousand soldiers.
With so few troops facing Great Demon King Ha's army of one hundred thousand, having the courage to fight at all already meant the officers and soldiers had done their utmost.
The current outcome had been entirely expected. After just one frontal clash, the army had fallen apart. If they did not run now, they would become fertilizer for the Great Plains!
The enemy army scattered in all directions, and Hudson could not be bothered to order a pursuit. Being alone on the plains was itself synonymous with danger.
Because of competition for resources, neighboring Beastfolk tribes usually did not have good relations.
When supplies were scarce, hunting isolated members of other tribes for food was far too common.
However, with news of Great Demon King Ha's invasion spreading, the nearby Beastfolk tribes were likely busy relocating. For the time