Yu Lin Bloodhawk truly hated this atmosphere. He disliked slaughter and hated the thick stench of blood even more, especially when helpless groans occasionally mingled with it. But more than any of that, he hated people trying to take his life.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk frowned and waved a hand. "Let's clear the battlefield. Stay alert. Don't let any centaurs hiding or playing dead ambush you."
"My lord, there seem to be some wounded centaurs left..." an officer of the Household Guard said.
"Kill them all. Leave no survivors. We can't take them with us, and we can't send anyone to escort them back to Trial Valley." Yu Lin Bloodhawk sighed. "Wounded or not, kill them."
It was not that Yu Lin Bloodhawk had never considered taking prisoners. But as soon as he thought of how urgently they needed to reach Dire Maul, he dismissed that possibility. Nor could he release these centaurs. Quite apart from whether letting them go would bring more centaur armies down on them, the mere fact that these centaurs had targeted them was enough reason not to spare them.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk disliked slaughter and hated bloodshed, but that did not make him some bleeding heart. These centaurs had come to kill him, so of course he had to strike back. A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. Besides, his City Lord's Household Guard had lost nearly five hundred dire wolf battle pets. That loss still pained him! Since he could neither take the centaurs along nor release them, the only choice was to kill them all.
Under the direction of officers at every level, the City Lord's Household Guard quickly divided up the work and set about clearing the battlefield. Now and then, a centaur's despairing scream rang out from somewhere on the field.