The Snake Women, still in their giant state, changed the pace of their flute-playing, making the melody faster and more urgent.
As the music signaling the retreat of the Sons of Forest echoed over the battlefield, the Tauren troops reluctantly withdrew, the Centaur Khan fumed and stamped his hooves, but under the mocking gazes of Ivita and the Griffin Knights, he had no choice but to turn around.
Countless hornets chased the retreating troops of the Sons of Forest.
The armies of tens of thousands, the professionally vast armies, all seemed so powerless before Ivita's castle.
A little under two hundred peasant soldiers and knights on the small wall of the castle jointly raised their weapons and cheered.
At this moment, victory seemed to have melted away the distinctions of class and wealth.
Whether it was a Lord of the Griffin's knightly territories like Griffin, or an ordinary peasant soldier, everyone was enjoying the fruits of victory.
