The half-elves' territory was far more prosperous than Charles's current domain.
To say nothing else, the population of these two counties alone nearly matched that of most of Charles's current territory.
One had to know that Charles's territory was now roughly the size of five counties.
From that, one could see just how many people lived on this patch of land.
Moreover, these half-elven territories had undergone long periods of development.
Many half-elves were military nobles, and their domains usually had craftsmen engaged in forging military equipment and consumables.
Their numbers might not have been great, and their skill levels varied.
But in some respects, quantity could make up for defects in quality.
And as far as Charles was concerned, he was not a true elf. He did not care whether weapons and equipment looked good or ugly.
Defense and attack power were what Charles cared about.
Everything else was merely floating clouds.
Many things that half-elves and elves cared about were simply a waste of resources to Charles.
The night soon passed.
The prisoners were very well-behaved.
The human infantry prisoners in particular were very obedient.
They had not necessarily volunteered to be recruited; some had been forcibly conscripted by the half-elven nobles.
Coupled with their usual treatment, these people did not have much loyalty toward the half-elves.
If they had faced enemies like Giants or orcs, they might still have found the courage to fight.
After all, those enemies truly did not regard them as people. They would directly treat them as slaves or food.
But this time, their enemy was human as well—humans led by Sun Elves.
That put the prisoners at ease.
Someone lay on the ground and said, "Isn't it just changing the noble lord over our heads?"
"What's the big deal?"
"Besides, I heard