During this period, one event after another had unfolded. For the people of the Southern Forest Kingdom, no one knew whether it was fortune or misfortune. First, for some unknown reason, the Southern Cloud Kingdom exposed the matter of the raid on the warehouses.
The general hastily sent men to surround them and even discovered traces of the enemy scouts. Then, their own warehouses were raided and set ablaze in their entirety. When the general first learned of this, he had nearly smashed the table. This Demon Spirit Master sent down from above would never admit that there was anything wrong with his command.
Then the grain was salvaged—a blessing amid misfortune. The general was delighted and immediately ordered new granaries built within the original military camp to protect the supplies. It took several days of bustling work to finish the task.
The grain had barely been saved when the ambush battle at the front erupted. This battle was truly a mixture of good and bad; no one knew what such an outcome was supposed to mean. They had wiped out nearly a thousand enemy Spirit Adept experts, so that had to count as a profit.
Yet their own losses were not small either. A full two thousand elite Demonfolk at the Spirit Practitioner Realm had been lost, and a large portion of them had even died to their own war machines. Nearly a thousand soldiers had died as well, but those did not amount to much. In the eyes of true Demon Spirit Masters, Demonfolk were obedient and useful subordinates, while soldiers were merely materials and tools.
Thus, merits and faults canceled each other out, and Iron Eagle gained nothing at all. But the general had benefited. He had preserved the grain, eliminated enemy experts, and discovered the formidable