The outcome of this battle had been decided the moment [Starlight the Masses] successfully cast that healing spell.
On terrain this complex, without a formation, without creating a localized small battlefield where superior numbers could crush the enemy at close range, Zelandia's fully armed retired veterans—each at least a high-ranking warrior—facing this rabble averaging only levels three to seven was practically a slaughter.
Before Retner, commander of Luskan's southern front, could even arrive, these Luskan soldiers completely collapsed after suffering fewer than ten percent casualties, fleeing into the forest even faster than they had come.
All that remained were the torrential rain and rolling thunder, along with the battle cries of those veterans who had just repeatedly leaped back from death's door, echoing through the mountains.
No amount of wealth, military merit, or lofty glory was more important than one's life!
Though the Luskans fought with savage ferocity and a fearless disregard for death, once they fell into absolute adversity, their pirate nature would often awaken—they would preserve themselves in hopes of another chance.
Seeing the enemy choose to retreat on their own, Li Wei, who had remained on the deck, finally let out a heavy breath, nearly dropping onto the deck on his ass.
Don't ask. The answer was the aftereffects of this goddamned elf magic!
Li Wei felt as though he had just taken another trip to the Texas Hold'em table.
He had to admit that he had somewhat underestimated this spell, both its effects and its drain on him.
Though the miserable injuries covering his body had now received preliminary healing and relief, his already meager mana had been completely drained. Had he not seen that the healing had basically taken effect and forcibly cut off the supply, he would probably have collapsed by now.
It was