Surrender and Live

The entire battlefield had become a one-sided rout.

Whether the Sanctuary powerhouses in the sky or the ordinary soldiers below, the tribal coalition was now collapsing across the board.

In the short time since the battle began, three Sanctuary combatants in the sky had already been killed. The others wanted to flee, but were trapped in a state where escape was impossible.

Compared to them, the soldiers below had begun fleeing long ago, but this battlefield was not somewhere they could escape simply because they wanted to.

The combat regiment on the perimeter—fifteen hundred Skeleton Cavalry—had split into several squads, like sickles.

They continuously chased down the fleeing soldiers from behind, killing them as they went. The number of tribal soldiers who died by their hands was no fewer than those killed on the main battlefield.

The Sanctuary combatants in the sky discovered that they could neither win nor escape.

The half-orc Sanctuary combatant who had fought most fiercely at the beginning had wanted to flee from the start, only to discover that he had been struck by a negative spell.

Moreover, the effect of this negative spell on his condition was terrifying. He immediately guessed that he had been hit by a legendary-grade spell attack.

Panic filled the half-orc Sanctuary combatant's heart. As he barely held on against the two undead Sanctuary combatants, he desperately thought of a way out.

He watched as the allied forces were utterly defeated, slaughtered until they were in complete disarray.

In the end, the half-orc Sanctuary combatant fell to the ground, tossed aside his weapon, and dropped to his knees without hesitation, shouting loudly:

"I surrender! Don't kill me! I surrender!!"

The half-orc Sanctuary combatant himself had fled from the Half-Orc Empire. He had no roots here, nor did he have any relatives.