About three hours later, the battlefield finally fell quiet. Demon corpses packed the entire valley to the brim. By the end, those still standing could only fight atop heaps of bodies.
Of course, not all those corpses belonged to Eluvia and Gab Newell's subordinates. In fact, after Solam counted the casualties, he discovered with mixed amusement and exasperation that at least half of the bodies were his own men's. His side might even have accounted for the majority.
This was the first time Solam had ever seen such a battle result. From the very beginning, his side had held the advantage! The enemy had first stumbled into the carefully arranged traps, suffering grievous casualties and losing morale. Then they had been trapped like turtles in a jar. On top of that, Solam had dealt with the enemy leader not long after the fighting began.
With such an overwhelming advantage, those useless trash had somehow turned it into an even fight—and had even fallen into a disadvantage! This was not because the other side had fought especially well. In truth, after the fat goblin had been turned into charcoal BBQ and Eluvia had been captured, the enemy demons had sunk into a mire of self-destruction and were hardly worth mentioning. Meanwhile, Solam's own trash fighters had gotten so worked up that they could no longer tell friend from foe. They attacked anyone they saw, and as a result, far more of them died at the hands of their own side than at the hands of the enemy!
Faced with such a fucked-up situation, Solam angrily killed an entire company of demons on the spot to vent his rage. Naturally, no one knew how many among them had been his subordinates and how many had been enemies.
In Solam's eyes, demons had