The shouts and killings rang out, and the camp was already filled with wails and cries. Blood stained the earth, reflecting the blazing fire that emitted an eerie glow.
With a simple charge, the Iron Tower Tribe's army was completely routed.
The chieftain fled with the defeated troops, leaving behind a group of the old and weak wailing in the camp.
Victory came too easily, as the enemy hardly resisted, leaving Hudson with no sense of achievement.
This is the aftermath of a big reputation.
The enemy was terrified before the battle even began, and when the great battle erupted, their morale had already dwindled.
Of course, this was just Hudson's personal opinion.
The frantically fleeing Ironwood Chief did not think so.
The Lionman's combat power was indeed not weak, but he only had one tribe. Altogether, they only had about thirty to forty thousand soldiers, combining all the young men and women fit for battle.
