At the first sign that something was wrong, the Green-Skinned King issued the order to withdraw without the slightest hesitation.
Any green skin capable of becoming a king was bound to be considerably sharper than an ordinary green skin. In the Green-Skinned King's eyes, they had misjudged this battle, allowing the dwarves to seize the initiative and dictate the rhythm of the fight.
Green skins were terrible at executing tactics, to say nothing of adjusting them on the fly.
Under these circumstances, whether he chose to divert troops to reinforce the other battlefields or simply fight to the bitter end, they would pay a far heavier price than they normally did in battle.
Rather than that, they might as well withdraw outright, regroup, and choose another day to fight.
With the signal to withdraw sent from this side, the green-skinned army soon retreated.
To be honest, the green skins had retreated even earlier than they had expected. After confirming this, Barai showed little joy, and even Shi Lei, who had found the battle in the dead of night far from easy, wore a deeply furrowed brow.
Such a decisive retreat showed that the opposing commander possessed sufficient resolve.
Barai was certainly unwilling to let the green skins retreat just like that. He immediately ordered the main force to coordinate with the Boar Knights in a measured pursuit, expanding their gains.
Shi Lei, however, did not do the same.
In the deep-night environment, human troops without Night Vision would have little trouble fighting a defensive battle from fortified positions. But if they launched a pursuit, they would be courting death.
Shi Lei remained clearheaded and stopped while they were ahead. The dwarves could handle the pursuit; they would not get involved.
There were still roughly four or five hours until dawn,