Few paid any attention to those who surrendered.
But those who tried to flee.
Would not be so lucky!
The Death Legion led by the Death Knights began pursuing them relentlessly. Once they caught up, they did not kill them.
But they did break the fugitives' leg bones.
Prisoners taken after victory were their main objective and spoils of war.
Several Vampires were doing the same thing.
Marquis Dorian's sole subordinate was not particularly powerful, but he was no weakling either.
By deliberately slacking off on the battlefield.
He had survived safely and was using the Soul Stone he had received from Dorian to keep collecting souls.
More people were still somewhat dazed.
Victory felt far too easy.
An army of fewer than three thousand had so easily routed six or seven thousand troops?
Was the enemy too weak? Or were they too strong?
The young Dragons watched the fleeing Xikalei Army.
Their eyes flickered.
Not far from them, a group of Descenders chased a group of fleeing soldiers, shouting:
"Don't run! Get back here! Leave your Spatial Rings behind!"
"Leave your equipment and we won't kill you! Stop! I said stop, did you hear me? If you don't stop and I catch you, I'll skin you alive!"
"Equipment! All this equipment is mine!"
The Descenders shouted and yelled.
At first, they had wanted to go after those kneeling in surrender.
But some Beastmen and soldiers stopped them, explicitly stating that those who surrendered belonged to the great Guardian Dragon.
The Descenders dared not disobey and could only set their sights on those fleeing.
They used every means at their disposal to pursue them relentlessly.
Their enthusiasm exceeded even that of the Death Knight troops carrying out their mission.
They gave the fugitives quite a fright.
Some who had intended