Renault hovered in the sky for a long time, and used Dragon Breath to clean most of the huge number of legion soldiers in the mountains, causing great chaos, and then shook his wings and returned directly.

Next, it will be handed over to Warhammer and the vassals of each clan. Renault doesn't want the lion to find ants.

At this time, the Warhammer should have taken his orders and the orc wolf cavalry under his command to pursue them first, and the cleaning of these outsiders began.

The war is not over.

Although in most of the aristocratic wars of this era, when the aristocratic legions of the Thorn Kingdom fled across the board, the war should come to an end. The next step should be to use the captured prisoners to negotiate with the various families of the Thorn Kingdom, and use ransom and land to divide interests, these are the wishful thinking of the nobles who started the war.

Wars can begin with their ridiculous reasons for crusade, but they will never end with a single battle or a single surrender.

The main escape force of the legion was the army of Marquis Emlin. The army of nearly 10,000 or 20,000 people were actually killed or injured directly in the breath of the dragon, less than 10,000 people--.

The neatly ordered legions under the Marquis Emlin and the densely arranged legion formations were the reasons why they instantly dispersed when facing the dragon flame breathing, but on the other hand, most of them survived. The first time the dragon breathing did destroy nearly a thousand people at one time, but it only destroyed the vanguard of the legion. However, the legion scattered wildly and fled. Then there were few soldiers killed by the dragon breathing, because after the huge number of the legion quickly spread across the entire mountain, the number of people that Renault could directly cover at one time was pitifully small.

In the next half day, the legion's defeated soldiers were fleeing and trampling, and the supervising knights killed. When retreating, they fell off the cliff and died as many as those who were burned by breath.

Afterwards, the surviving army soldiers and the baggage team of serfs approaching the rear began to flee day and night.

In addition to leaving behind the newly formed human army that must be left behind to ensure the security of the territory, the Warhammer and the Gnoll Personality Flat, the Treasure Aston, the Orc Wolf Cavalry led by the Treasures, the Treasures War Tramplers, and other sporadic clan warriors, a total of more than 8,000 people were always biting these fleeing enemies from afar.

Eight thousand people chased and killed more than 50,000 people, which sounded almost a joke, but it happened in real life.

In the south of the hills and hills on the way to the original Qingshi Town, the war hammer with the orders of His Majesty, hurriedly gnawed a few bites of a demon lamb leg meat carried by the Shadow Wolf, and then took the shadow wolf old man who was also a little panting to check the situation of the orc wolf cavalry under his command.

Warhammer raised his head and saw his deputy, Del, the strongest warrior among the orcs, was walking towards him.

"The cubs in the clan saw smoke and dust, and their prey was driven to the predetermined location."

The strongest warrior outside of him appeared in the tribe, and reported meticulously. Then he looked at Warhammer with a very awe-inspiring expression. Warhammer looked up at the sun in the sky, and seemed to be praying for the ancient god among the orcs in his heart.

A few minutes later, Warhammer whispered: "The prey should be exhausted."

Then he turned his head and shouted to the nearby warriors: "Prepare! Hunting!!!"

Although a little tired, the orc warriors who were still in high spirits of fighting were ordered by the leader, they tightened their weapons in their hands. With a series of sharp whistles of air friction and sprinting, nearly a thousand were ready to go, and rushed into the distance with unyielding momentum, and drew fierce breaths in the air.

Continuous shouts of hoarseness began to be heard from afar, and the orc wolf cavalry showed an expression of excitement on their faces at this moment. The noble deserters were already scared by the orc wolf cavalry's attack. Even if they heard a little grass clippings being trampled and rubbed from afar, they would immediately flee after hearing it.

After the first batch of orc wolves were arranged, Warhammer rode a shadow wolf in the position, which was obviously taller than other orc mounts. Warhammer then slammed the giant hammer in his hand and passed a new command: "Hunting!!"

"Hunting! Hunting!"

"For the tribe!!!"

The orc warriors who had long suppressed their fanatical excitement immediately began to execute the orders. All the orcs made neat calls. The Taurus clans who were far behind were infected in this atmosphere and also took action. Aston looked from afar, looking at the direction of the warhammer with a look of fear and murmured to himself: "What a madman, you orcs are all a group of madmen..."

The hunting began, and the seemingly endless pursuit and escape were staged on this vast land again. The orc wolf cavalry, riding the demon wolf, and the physically energetic and fighting spirit, began to continue to pursue the remnants of the legion like frightened birds.

After the dragon breathed a breath to wash the ground, the legion soldiers were already scared. During the escape, they had no extra energy to think about how to deal with it. Even if a few people still maintained the ability to think rationally, they would be swept away by tens of thousands of defeated soldiers who only wanted to escape. In this case, the wolf cavalry almost encountered any decent resistance from the enemy.

At the beginning of the pursuit, a few teams of these legion remnants that remained combative also fought back, but these troops who turned back to resist soon became victims of the huge weapons of the fanatical orcs, and a few survivors became the first batch of prisoners of war received by the pursuit troops. As the pursuit continued, these resistances were becoming less and less powerful.

Just like panic, hunger is gradually devouring the physical strength and mind of everyone in this defeated army.

In order to escape, the defeated army had to abandon a large amount of supplies, including the food trucks transported by most of the baggage troops were also discarded by them on the way to escape. No one had thought that the enemy would carry out such a terrible pursuit without leaving a way to survive. During this endless escape, they soon almost exhausted the dry food they carried. The orcs, taurens, werewolves and the bears, rabbits and the subsequent bears, rabbits and tribes who rushed to the scene almost never stopped and ate normally.
Chapter completed!