Such a brutal exchange ratio made this an exceptionally bloody and tragic battle for humanity. Even the victorious orcs could not help but feel fear when they looked back over the battlefield after a night of bitter fighting at sunrise.
The ground for dozens of miles had turned completely crimson, littered almost everywhere with countless corpses. In several places where the fighting had been especially concentrated, bodies were piled atop one another in layers, forming horrifying mountains of flesh.
Most of those corpses belonged to humans, but even the number belonging to the orcs was already enough to terrify the bravest orc warriors.
At this point, neither side could keep fighting. Without a brief period of rest and reorganization, the humans would surely collapse—but the orcs also faced the risk of their camp erupting into chaos.
Thus, this bloody battle temporarily came to an end, and both sides withdrew their troops. The humans hurriedly retreated, completely abandoning the positions they had painstakingly constructed earlier and falling back directly to the Great Wall defense line built over many years. The orcs, meanwhile, began clearing the battlefield to prevent the spread of plagues and the like.
Sui Xiong watched all this from the sky and let out a deep sigh.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The weather is still cold, and with my restraints in place, no plague will break out," said the God of Plague, who was accompanying him. "Besides, orcs have always had their ways of dealing with corpses. They will not waste resources."
Sui Xiong was slightly taken aback, then immediately understood what He meant.
The orcs' method of handling corpses was simple: the bodies of human officers wearing fine armor could be preserved for their families to ransom with money. As for ordinary soldiers and the orcs' own