The sky gradually darkened.
The defeated Troll Army had formally surrendered to the Blood Knight Army. Of course, many trolls, unwilling to surrender, were risking their lives to flee north.
However, Colin had already dispatched dozens of hundred-men teams to chase down the fleeing trolls and eliminate the Troll Army south of Wind Roar Fortress.
The rest of the Blood Knight Army set up camp near the ravaged battlefield, cleaning up the aftermath of the battle.
Detachments of surrendered trolls were continuously placed on the outskirts of the camp.
"Your Highness, will the Blood Knight Army spare us prisoners?" Ubam, curled up in the snow, whispered to Prince Abbas beside him.
"I don't know..." Prince Abbas replied, his face desolate, seemingly with little hope for the Blood Knight Army's mercy.
After all, in previous defeats, both Marquis Garcia and his successor, Count Angler, had traditions of killing captives.
This time might not be any different.
