Whether it was by accident or on purpose, it no longer matters now.
Without reinforcements, the Orc Soldiers exposed in the light soon realized something was wrong.
If their comrades had all fled, whoever stayed behind to fight to the death would be a fool.
One after another, they raced to escape. After all, the cover of night would protect them from the enemy's pursuit.
"Cease fire and recall the troops, treat the wounded!"
Hudson suddenly ordered.
It was pitch black, with only the faint light from the moon. He dared not order his troops to continue chasing in this situation.
Reason told him that at this moment, sending soldiers to fight meant more would probably get lost tomorrow morning than die tonight.
Now that the battle had progressed to this stage, the scattered orc soldiers had fled to unknown places. It would be no easy task to regroup them.
