Snow Giant Da had escaped. This was the news Torrent Dragon brought back when he returned to the battlefield in the latter half of the night. He had failed to kill Snow Giant Da.
But when Arno Lieyang translated Torrent Dragon's dragon language, undisguised delight showed on his face.
There was no other reason.
Torrent Dragon had torn off one of Snow Giant Da's arms and absorbed some crucial power from it. This power was immensely beneficial to dragons. Once a Snow Giant lost it, it was gone forever, beyond recovery.
In other words, even if Snow Giant Da returned someday, he would only be a one-armed, crippled Snow Giant.
Yet no one felt excited by this good news.
The entire battlefield had already been cleared. The Knight Orders had gathered around Shadowflame Dragon and were gradually setting up camp. There were no smiles on the knights' faces. They mourned not only their fallen comrades, but also Grand Duke Kunsitan.
Count Merlin's hair had turned completely white overnight. He stood motionless beside Grand Duke Kunsitan's Coffin, which had been properly prepared.
Swan Baron Kunbif Shadowflame was accompanying Marquis Arno Lieyang in a tent, though no one knew what they were discussing.
Count Oscro Waterwillow and the other five barons had tried several times to persuade Count Merlin, but none could move him. They could only silently remain at his side, guarding Grand Duke Kunsitan's Coffin while handling the aftermath of the battle.
In the distant snowfields, Russell led a squad of knights in sweeping the battlefield again, just like many other knight squads, to ensure no Snow Ghosts were lurking or dead knights rising as corpses.
But his thoughts were no longer on clearing the battlefield.
From time to time, he looked up at Torrent Dragon circling through the sky.