Daz and the guards were disarmed, and with that, today's matter was completely settled.
However, Nalant did not immediately return at this moment.
Instead, he led Bernard and the others to the second battlefield.
Because there were many Magic Beast corpses there.
Originally, Nalant and his people had only selected two or three hundred of the better-preserved ones to take back.
After all, Magic Beasts were enormous and numerous, and he simply did not have enough manpower to transport them all back.
As for sending people back later to clean them up, that was even less realistic. What if danger arose?
But Bernard and the others had arrived at just the right time. They could each take some back as well—after all, they could not have made the trip for nothing, could they?
When Bernard and the others passed through the third and second battlefields and saw the Orc corpses carpeting the ground, every one of them was dumbfounded.
If they had previously felt that Nalant's annihilation of twenty thousand Orcs with fewer than five hundred men was too unbelievable—
then now, seeing the corpses strewn everywhere, they truly believed it.
At the same time, they found Nalant's great victory all the more inconceivable.
These were Orcs, not wild boars or rabbits.
Besides, even if there had been twenty thousand wild boars, five hundred people would have been left with their hands and feet going weak trying to deal with them.
Yet although everyone could tell that the deaths of those bodies on the battlefield were rather strange, none of them asked about it.
Because it was clearly the result of Nalant's unique scheme.
And even if they asked, they probably would not be able to learn it.
Thus, the nobles began collecting Magic Beast corpses from the battlefield.
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