Night was about to give way to dawn. On the northern slope of Iowa Pass, Julian Zhuoqin and Ben Kaul were still watching the battlefield. The Mage's Eye constructed by a Legend allowed them to clearly observe events dozens of kilometers away.
The Frost-Wolf Knights followed the river, transporting back hundreds of enormous ice blocks, while the Magic Pattern Tiger directed the surviving Magic Rats and Ratmen to push along what had once been their leaders.
Netherland Wilson worked in concert with several Beastmen tribes, wiping out several fleeing groups of Magic Rats and capturing large numbers of Ratmen and Magic Rats.
The two forces, theoretically enemies, showed not the slightest friction while hunting together, and the division of spoils went remarkably smoothly as well.
Petreus led the remaining core knights, along with the cavalry sent out from the pass, in clearing up the remnants on the main battlefield.
Without their high-level Magic Rats, the rat hordes were utterly incapable of resisting the Knight Orders, no longer possessing the nimble formations they had displayed hours earlier.
Landen darted back and forth among the Ratmen camps, searching everywhere for spoils. There might not have been any Magic Pattern Equipment in the rat nests, but there were quite a few leftover Magic Beast bones—nothing less than a blessing from heaven for craftsmen who worked with bone.
Black Rabbit, meanwhile, hopped between the rat holes, filling in the burrows that had already been scorched by fire once.
Julian watched the distance, taking in the entire battlefield. "You were right. This Landen Gallop must have received an extraordinary inheritance. Even if Albert told him to seal off Iowa Pass, he could never have accepted Landen cooperating with Beastmen—or granting such tremendous authority to several magic beasts."
"Yes. He's the kind of person who can