Victory!

Marcus wasn't a narrow-minded person, and if someone else had said it, he might not have gotten so angry. But for some reason, Tiona's tone and expression just inexplicably set him off.

Harrot quickly pulled Tiona away, fearing she'd provoke Marcus further and they'd start fighting.

Although the casualties weren't high, the troops were basically exhausted after continuous fighting. Not to mention the infantry who fought the Centaurs in close quarters, even the crossbowmen's arms ached from loading and drawing their bows.

Marcus's own bloodline power was almost depleted, so he didn't continue leading the charge. He took his troops to high ground to rest and observe the battle.

After the noble reinforcements on both flanks arrived, the Centaurs were counter-encircled. The remaining few Centaur Royal Guard were also being ganged up on by many experts, so the battle situation finally stopped deteriorating.

Marcus stopped paying attention to the main battlefield and instead observed the two legendary-level fights.

After transforming, the Giant Dwarf was 5 meters tall, with grayish-white skin all over. His muscles and bones were incredibly hard, and his physical defense was even higher than top-tier armor.

The Centaur Commander, on the other hand, had a Troll-like Regeneration ability; wounds healed quickly after being attacked multiple times.

One of them was thick-skinned and impervious to blades, while the other had astonishing vitality and endless life. They kept fighting, yet they were both still at full health!

However, the other battlefield was much more intense. Marquis Prague and the Centaur Chieftain unleashed all sorts of powerful moves as soon as their second engagement began.

The Centaur Chieftain had previously used War Stomp and Thunder Spear, so in terms of unleashing legendary abilities, he couldn't quite compare to Marquis Prague.

But the Centaur Chieftain's vitality was much more tenacious. Although he was at a disadvantage, he showed no fear. However, just as he was locked in a stalemate with Marquis Prague, Grand Duke Lance stabbed him from behind, piercing directly through his brain.

As a legendary creature, the Centaur Chieftain wasn't dead even with his brain pierced. But facing two opponents of the same level, it became increasingly difficult for them to hold on, and their injuries grew more severe.

Marcus patted Harrot's shoulder and said, "Organize the cavalry. It's time to pursue the fleeing Centaurs."

Harrot nodded and began to count the men and distribute warhorses. Once the Centaur Chieftain fell, the Thunder Tribe's morale would inevitably drop to rock bottom, making it impossible for them to continue fighting.

Marcus's troops had always fought on foot during the battle. Except for his own mount, the Magical Warhorse, which had died, all other warhorses were intact.

Several Transcendent Knights were equipped with Magical Warhorses. Harrot mainly selected some for the common soldiers. He brought all seven of his knight attendants and also picked dozens of soldiers who had been particularly brave in the previous battles and still had plenty of strength left.

A total of over eighty cavalrymen assembled. This time, the common soldiers' warhorses weren't the usual neutral horses with excellent stamina but average speed.

Instead, they were expensive, high-maintenance heavy warhorses. These warhorses weighed a full 1300 jin, heavier than a Centaur, and had excellent burst power and carrying capacity.

Their only drawbacks were poor stamina, preventing long-distance running, and requiring dedicated attendants for feeding. These horses were very delicate and prone to stomach issues if fed ordinary hay.

But for chasing Centaurs, they couldn't assign cavalry that ran slower than Centaurs, could they? The money Marcus spent on these high-grade horses was no less than that for heavy crossbows, and now they were finally put to good use.

After a brief wait, the Centaur Chieftain finally fell, his head severed by Grand Duke Lance's sword. Marquis Prague held the Centaur Chieftain's head high and bellowed, "The Centaur Chieftain has been slain! Victory in this battle is assured!"

Then he and Grand Duke Lance joined the fray. The Centaur Commander had already fled when things looked bad, and the Giant Dwarf, after the Divine Descent wore off, had been completely suppressed and couldn't stop the other party from escaping.

At this moment, all the Centaurs, seeing their incredibly powerful chieftain dead and two seemingly invincible experts rampaging among the enemy, screamed and scattered in a rout.

Marcus immediately ordered the cavalry squad to move out and begin pursuing the fleeing Centaurs. The once powerful Centaurs now completely lacked the courage to fight and became lambs to the slaughter.

Besides Marcus, many other nobles also led cavalry in pursuit. Marquis Prague and Grand Duke Lance also sought out and eliminated the powerful Centaur Royal Guard; such enemies couldn't be let go.

Only that semi-legendary Centaur Commander had escaped too early. At the time, they were besieging the Centaur Chieftain and didn't pay attention, so now there was no trace of him.

The chase continued for a long time, only stopping when the horses were exhausted. Harrot alone killed dozens of Centaurs, and with the experience gained from previous kills, he leveled up two consecutive times. Marcus's entire cavalry team combined killed nearly a thousand.

Tiona was worth mentioning; her two legs ran faster than four, and she enjoyed the killing immensely. Even when everyone else's horses were exhausted, she was still full of energy.

Harrot secretly marveled. Her stamina is almost comparable to a Legendary Expert. I heard that after reaching the legendary level, a creature's life essence undergoes a qualitative change, allowing humans who could originally only fight intensely for a few tens of minutes to fight for days and nights.

Marcus, on the other hand, was overjoyed. Tiona initially wanted to collect the Centaur Royal Guard's head, but besides her, a half-Orc, which other Elf could stand such a stinky, dirty, disgusting head?

The other Elves sternly rebuked her, telling her not to even think about entering the Elf Forest camp if she didn't throw away that head. Tiona could only grudgingly lend the head to Harrot for safekeeping.

Harrot holding it was no different from Marcus holding it; no one could steal this credit anyway. Counting the Centaur leader killed before, and the two thousand Centaurs killed on this battlefield, it could be said that no one in the Pioneering Alliance had greater credit than him, except for Marquis Prague.

Harrot immediately put down the stinky, disgusting head. He had been feeling quite down, but after Marcus's analysis, he suddenly found the disgusting head much more palatable.

The task of burning and cleaning up the corpses and tidying the battlefield was left to the common soldiers. Harrot and the other knights, along with the outstanding elite soldiers and nobles, went to a banquet.

Four of Harrot's seven knight attendants could be upgraded. Harrot thought about it and upgraded three to Northern Rogue Knights, leaving one to be upgraded to an Adventurer.

An Adventurer's combat power was far inferior to a Northern Rogue Knight, but they could continue to upgrade. The next level was the Level 60 Exploration Hero, a monstrous expert with 30 points in Strength and Agility, and all skills maxed out. They would probably be a whole tier stronger than Harrot himself!

Although he didn't know when this Adventurer would upgrade, at least there was hope. He would let them fight more in the future, equip them with good gear to protect them from dying, and if they upgraded someday, it would be awesome.

The alliance's casualties were also roughly tallied. The regular soldiers and auxiliary irregulars suffered severe losses; out of 70,000, only just over 30,000 remained. The Centaurs' strength was immense; a single hit from them usually meant instant death for a human, with very few surviving injuries.

Of the 8,000 elite soldiers, over 5,000 survived because they stayed close to the nobles and had good strength themselves. However, this battle was too difficult, and many nobles and knights also died.

Especially on the left flank, after the initial complete rout, any noble who tried to reorganize the troops and stuck their neck out was easily crushed by the Centaur army.

The number of knights dropped below 200, and 6 nobles died. Counting the one who died in the first pioneering battle, only 20 out of 27 nobles remained.

Two of them were very young nobles, like Marcus, who had no offspring, so their families became extinct. It was truly regrettable.

However, Harrot thought many nobles were probably secretly rejoicing. With the discovery of the herbs for Hero's Water, there was no need to worry about a shortage of nobles in the country. Having two fewer people to share the pie was a good thing now.

The Elves were completely unharmed. 200 Dwarves died, and over 500 were injured. It was normal for the Elves to have zero casualties since they didn't participate much in the fighting. The Dwarves' physique was truly outstanding; they stubbornly fought in the most critical areas, and their death toll was less than 200.

At the banquet, the injured Dwarves, still bandaged, continued to drink heartily. The Pioneering Alliance didn't bring much alcohol, and after the Dwarves took most of it, humans, except for nobles and a few knights, could only drink water.

Due to limited conditions, everyone couldn't wash themselves properly. Some of the brave killers still had a strong smell of blood on them, but no one cared. This banquet was just for relaxation and celebration; there was no need to worry about etiquette or appearances.

Tiona was especially exaggerated. She had killed hundreds of Centaurs, and her body was covered in congealed blood and minced flesh, which couldn't be removed with simple washing. You could smell her from several meters away.

She was chased away from the Elves' table and came to Harrot's side, eating and drinking heartily, mumbling about how freely she fought on the battlefield while chewing food. Others smelled her but said nothing, silently making space. Marcus, especially, patted Harrot's shoulder, indicating for him to endure, then turned away and went to drink with Marquis Prague.

Tiona pulled her chair closer to Harrot, patting his shoulder and mumbling about her exhilarating experience on the battlefield, food still in her mouth.

"This is where I belong. The Elf Forest is too boring. You can't even bleed during sparring matches, and everyone just spends all day studying magic and practicing archery. There's no one else who uses heavy weapons besides me..."

Tiona was getting excited and tried to force Harrot to drink by wrapping her arm around his neck. Normally, Harrot would have been thrilled to intimately drink and talk with such a beautiful woman with an explosive figure.

But now, Harrot had spent over two hours washing himself clean, only for Tiona's scent to be even stronger than his was before he washed.

The smell of the food and drink was completely overwhelmed. Harrot, famished, was forced to eat in such a foul and disgusting environment. He wished he could grab the back of Tiona's head and dunk her into the onion soup on the table!

Hold on, this is the God of War who can easily defeat the Centaur Royal Guard. I need to hold on. If I started something, I'd be the one getting dunked in the onion soup!

Just as Harrot was in agony, the cheerful and sunny elf handsome man came to his rescue, saying that Elder Iltiran wanted to see him.

Harrot was finally freed from Tiona's clutches and quickly followed the elf handsome man. Tiona was ordered not to approach other elves until she had washed off her scent, so she could only sit alone, bored.

The elf handsome man smiled and said to Harrot, "The Elder heard you're a half-elf and was curious, so he wanted to meet you. You don't need to worry, the Elder has no prejudice against half-bloods, and he really likes humans!"

After speaking, the elf handsome man glanced at Tiona, who was alone, and whispered, "Tiona has never gotten along well with other elves. Please look out for her; she's not a bad person."

Harrot nodded, understanding. The racial differences between Orcs and Elves were too great. Although Tiona's appearance leaned towards elves, her inner self was more Orc.

More importantly, that big sister had very low emotional intelligence and a loose tongue. She offended people too easily. It would be a miracle if she could get along with other elves.