Stragglers.
Defeated generals.
Naturally, the Caria Allied Army handled clearing the battlefield, and they also carried away the wounded, unconscious demigods.
Fortunately, after resting for a while, Radahn could move a little, and Little Red Horse had not been injured.
Man and horse left under their own power.
Otherwise, moving that giant alone would have taken considerable time and effort-and they might not even have managed it.
They had all become stepping stones for the Golden Army.
How pathetic.
Like Radahn, some people also looked toward the Mountaintops of the Giants.
They were all thinking the same thing: could the demigods in the Haligtree in the snowy mountains defeat Radagon?
The answer remained unknown. But it was probably no.
The Redmane Army had witnessed Godwyn's strength firsthand, yet they did not believe he could defeat Radagon alone.
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What if Malenia and Miquella joined him? Their chances still seemed slim.
The outcome would probably be much the same as it had been for Ranni and her two brothers, Radahn and Rykard.
The Caria Allied Army had lost considerable manpower in this war. Some had died in battle; others had deserted.
Desertion was dishonorable. Anyone caught would end up on the gallows.
Even so, some still chose to flee.
They would rather farm or become bandits and outlaws than remain in the army.
There was no future in soldiering, only a pointless death. No one could defeat a monster like the Elden Lord. No one.
Before dying, they wanted at least a few happy days.
They had changed. With their honor lost, soldiers had degenerated into bandits who preyed on the weak.
Perhaps they had always been such people, and had merely happened to become soldiers under a unified command.
Now that no one controlled them, their true nature emerged.
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