"Surrender of the entire clan by the Sixteen Races?"
In the vast Blood Pool, Duke Falla's expression turned as ugly as it could get when he received the news.
The Sixteen Races had surrendered as entire clans.
And it was the kind of surrender that came without losses.
Just like when it had conquered the Spirit Heart Race and the Swiftfoot Race, the Great Flame Empire had forced the Sixteen Races to surrender as entire clans in this battle without paying much in casualties.
In fact, even the Sixteen Races' Coalition had not suffered much loss.
In that case, after conquering the Sixteen Races, as long as the Great Flame Empire gave up plundering their resources and treasures, it would inevitably gain the loyalty of the Sixteen Races' armies as a result.
Its strength would soar severalfold because of this.
This was completely at odds with his expectations.
His original plan had been to wait until the Great Flame Empire and the Sixteen Races' armies decided a victor, then make new plans and deployments.
He had considered several possibilities.
A victory for the Great Flame Empire, or a victory for the Sixteen Races' Coalition, had all been within his calculations.
But no matter what, he had never expected the Great Flame Empire to win within a few days.
And it had even forced the Sixteen Races to surrender as entire clans under circumstances where neither side had suffered much loss.
He had always thought this battle would take at least a dozen years before a victor could possibly emerge.
Whichever side won would have to pay a heavy price, and they might even end up mutually ruined.
This completely unexpected situation left him with no idea how to make deployments or plans.
Sending troops to suppress the Great Flame Empire