The battle ended quickly.
A group of unwary orcs, without even armor on, might not have had their weapons within reach.
Caught suddenly under attack by human cavalry, they were completely caught off guard.
After Charles and the other wizards easily killed the first- and second-tier orcs in the camp, what followed was practically a slaughter.
After the battle ended, not even the dire wolves were left alive. They were all shot dead.
If these dire wolves escaped, they would not be like warhorses that had run loose.
The dire wolves would quickly find the infantry of the Howling Children of the Wasteland and rejoin the army.
Letting them go would be restoring the enemy's health.
With the dire wolves dead and some of the orcs surrendered, Charles faced the question of what to do with them.
Bruce's killing intent was the strongest. He said, "Master, let me kill them all!"
"If they live, we'll have to leave men behind to watch them. These prisoners can't be recruited to become our soldiers either."
"We might as well kill them and save the trouble."
The Book of Causal Paths in Charles's sea of consciousness also flipped its pages rapidly, clamoring, "Kill, kill, kill!"
"Kill these prisoners, and their threads of causality will snap. Together with the earlier ones, I can recover at least half a page's worth of power!"
"Hurry, Charles. Don't hesitate!"
Charles stood on a raised platform, looking at the orc prisoners below.
There was no way they could keep the prisoners.
Guarding nearly two hundred prisoners would require manpower. Charles only had three hundred men now—how many would he have to leave behind to watch them?
Recruiting them was even more impossible. Even if they were willing to obey orders, Charles would not dare trust them.
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