Although Ozog led his soldiers and fought on equal terms against the first squadron, it was impossible to reverse this small advantage and the overall unfavorable situation on the battlefield.
Drago and his soldiers had defeated the weak brigade of orcs on the left flank and began to outflank the orcs to attack the central camp.
The nobles in the north were all great fighters, with the vast majority dying on the battlefield at the hands of powerful enemies. Thus, there was always a new descendant fighting for their territories and the north.
The orcs on the left and right flanks were the main victors. Once there were more casualties, the orc army, dominated by men with wolf helmets, would not be able to resist.
Although Azog severely damaged the second squadron, he was still far from defeating the army of the northern unification.
This battle had reached a point where Azog knew that failure was inevitable.
He was about to escape with his soldiers but was stopped by the Night Guard cavalry.
Although Drogo was not as strong as Damian, he was determined to kill as many enemies as possible until the end.
"For my lands, my people, and my family." Drogo wielded his magical sword and cleaved in two the enormous orc, distinct from the others.
The entire battlefield froze with Azog's death.
Once the commander died, the orc army finally collapsed.
The fighting gradually subsided.
Damian immediately ordered the battlefield to be cleared and the wounded to be treated.
The auxiliary soldiers, who had stayed behind, brought stretchers and transported the injured soldiers to the field hospital.
In addition to the doctors from Harden's territory, more than a dozen priests from the church were also present at the hospital, doing everything they could to treat the wounded.
Under the command of Priest Kraft, the rest began casting healing spells. The combination of surgical skills and healing spells produced extraordinary results.
Priest Kraft had never seen such a scene before, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Many intelligent priests approached the doctors one after another, apparently wanting to learn from them.
Damian arrived at the field hospital and saw this scene. He called Kraft quietly and whispered to him, "Pastors of the Church of the Goddess, if they want to secretly learn our medical skills, everyone should gladly let them learn some of them, but it will take more than just watching to employ all these methods."
"Our medical technology is very valuable. If the church wants to learn it, all of you can come to my territory. However, it will cost you resources to learn from us."
Damian visited the wounded soldiers in the field hospital. On his way back to the camp, several officers followed him.
"Have the casualty statistics been calculated?"
"Report, sir. According to our statistics, the first squadron has two thousand dead and thirty-seven wounded, which means the casualties have exceeded our expectations. The second squadron has hundreds of wounded, and the dead have not yet been identified."
"Although we won this battle, the losses were not small. How many of the wounded soldiers were able to recover?"
"Seventy percent, my lord."
Damian nodded, dismissed everyone, and remained silent, thinking.
Just as he was about to draw up new plans, Kraft entered and asked, "How are you?"