Back in the castle, Zhang Yang looked at the Wood Demon Tower, which had nearly been chopped beyond recognition, and felt a lingering dread. The Wood Demon Tower had almost been hacked apart by the orc soldiers.
"Please rest assured, Village Chief. I'll work hard to repair it."
The Ghost Priest, who had no idea where he had been hiding, suddenly leaped out. As for this coward, Zhang Yang no longer held out any hope. As long as he could repair the Wood Demon Tower, that was enough.
After checking on the situation in various areas and visiting Qin Yidao, who had just been resurrected, Zhang Yang's mood finally shifted from the sorrow brought on by homesickness to the wild joy of a crushing victory.
Mm, it's time to check all the spoils from this battle.
First, they had killed one great demon, four Orc Heroes, two Orc Mages, and 356 captain-level orc soldiers. Their own losses were thirty captain-level archers, seventeen Elite Sword and Shield Soldiers, twelve Berserker Swordsmen, and one collapsed section of the city wall.
Then there was the addition of more than 150,000 energy points, along with various weapons and pieces of equipment.
Four complete hero-level demon souls and 180 complete captain-level demon souls—the latter were the ones Zhang Yang had blasted to death with fireballs.
There were also 178 incomplete captain-level demon souls.
Four White Fragments of Hope remained, along with fifty-six Gray Fragments of Hope.
"Ah, if this keeps up, my data is going to explode. Should I recruit a professional accountant?"
Zhang Yang thought about it with both pain and delight, though in truth, he was just being melodramatic.
After secretly despising himself for a moment, he happily examined the spoils again and again, not overlooking a single item. He quickly worked out