If it were merely a matter of providing compensation, a little over two hundred thousand would be enough.
It also couldn't help but make one sigh at the cheapness of human life, that the compensation for a civilian actually equaled that of a heavy warhorse.
This was the harsh reality of Felen, where sometimes civilians truly were worth less than dogs.
Even Zalanda, known for his love for his people, had no intention of bringing them all back to life but simply disbursed the compensation and called it a day.
For both the civilians themselves and their families, accepting death was the best option.
In the end, there was only one reason—poverty.
"It should be so," Zalanda nodded, "Not just on your side, but the Blood Claw General over here should do the same, after all, you'll be building a city here and moving into a settlement phase. Only a perfect policy will attract those Hobgoblins to come forward willingly."
