After an intense battle, everyone needed rest. Even Baron Dar, who had not taken part in the fighting, felt exhausted from the tension of watching and needed to rest properly.
Now it was the servant soldiers' turn to work. In groups of three or five, they began searching through the goblin tribe.
They had two objectives. First, to see whether they could find anything valuable; second, to search for any fish that had slipped through the net and survived the soldiers' blades and spears, so they could cut the grass and pull out the roots.
For the servant soldiers themselves, the former was more important. For Dar Territory, however, the latter mattered more—after all, goblins bred far too quickly.
"Today's battle went very smoothly." Inside the marching tent, the knight responsible for directing the battle reported to Baron Dar. "No more than ten goblins escaped. They were at the very back of the tribe and fled right from the start. We couldn't spare anyone to hunt them down at the time."
"Just ten or so. Let them go." Baron Dar waved a hand and said indifferently, "In this frozen wasteland, they may not even survive for long after escaping. Even if they somehow make it through the winter, what can fewer than ten goblins accomplish? Unless something unexpected happens, the goblins in our territory won't gather in any significant numbers again for at least three to five years. Goblin chiefs and shamans won't be appearing all the time, after all."
He was right. Goblins were merely one of the relatively weaker kinds of Demonic Beast. Without a goblin chief or shaman to lead them, they generally could not maintain a population of more than a hundred. Any larger, and the powerful Demonic Beasts would set their eyes on them—after all,