Under normal circumstances, a demon larva's development period ranged from three months to a hundred days. But now, Xianna and the others had directly used Blood Sacrifice to accelerate the process, causing the demon larvae to begin spinning cocoons in less than an hour.
Thus, in less than three hours, the blood pool before them had produced more than three hundred dretches one after another. This was how demons rapidly built up their forces. And this was only a single blood pool! According to incomplete estimates, Solam and the others had opened a total of fifty or sixty blood pools.
By that calculation, they had gained at least ten thousand additional troops within three hours.
Although these force-grown dretches were even more foolish than ordinary ones and completely incapable of thought, demons did not care. All they needed was cannon fodder—the stupider, the better. To accomplish this, Solam and the others had slaughtered more than three thousand frost giants in a short time. There were men, women, and even children among them.
At first, Solam had actually been furious at this slaughter. He knew that these frost giants could no longer truly be considered frost giants. They were demons! Even the frost giant children were merely little demons born from the mating of two frost giant demons.
Yet he still could not accept such dishonorable killing. His upbringing had taught him that killing enemies on the battlefield was beyond reproach. Once anyone stepped onto a battlefield, their identity was reduced to that of a warrior. They were no longer simply a child, a woman, someone's father, or husband.
Solam had never thought there was anything wrong with slaughter on the battlefield. Even when facing enemies worthy of pity, he would not show mercy.
But he could not bring himself to