If they gave chase, the two of them most likely would not be able to stop the Demon Clan commander who was bent on escaping.
Usok's life could be in danger at any moment.
If any Sixth-Rank Demon Clan member in the routed army discovered him, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Seventh-Order Experts were the pillars of the tribe. Losing even one would be a devastating blow they could not bear.
Warwick froze in midair.
"Hh... roar..."
Usok let out another stifled roar of pain. Unable to hold on any longer, he plummeted straight toward the ground.
As he fell, his muscles convulsed violently beyond his control, and blood seeped through his clenched teeth.
"Damn it!"
Warwick threw back his head and let out a roar of frustration.
Talos dove down and scooped Usok's massive body into his arms.
Warwick took one last look in the direction where the Demon Clan commander had vanished and forced the words through his teeth.
"Let's go. We're heading back!"
By the time the three returned to the tribal valley, the battle had drawn to a close amid an almost surreal scene.
The last Demon Clan combatant who had failed to retreat in time was torn to pieces by furious Half-Orcs.
The battle cries, screams, and explosions that had lasted half the night finally ceased.
Silence returned, settling over the land.
The surviving Half-Orcs stood in their wreckage-strewn home, smelling the pungent mixture of gun smoke, ozone, and blood that filled the air.
Only at that moment did they realize that the war was finally over.
The warriors returning from the expedition and the tribespeople who had survived the disaster looked at one another.
"Awoooo!!!"
No one knew who first let out an irrepressible howl.
The next second, earthshaking cheers and sobs rang