Chapter 622: Surrender! We Won't Miss Twice!

On the other side of the collapsed hill, the Forell grinder was churning away at the fresh Prodson troops, who raced out of the collapsing chamber. 

From numbers alone, there was already a favorite to win. 

The Forell army of about two hundred contained elders and adepts, along with a bulk of Forell's perennials and some of Iron's perennials.

In contrast, that underground army had already been cut in half when Commander Ephar took some men away to circle around the hill. Then, with the collapsing chamber, two hundred of the remaining troops exited through the back tunnel due to its guarantee of being open. 

And, for a reason unknown to the Prodson soldiers, their second camp stationed on the cliff wasn't making a sound. Everyone could see the collapsed cliff, but it was evident that very few troops had caught in the collapse. No corpse or trace of blood was left among the rubble or on the cliffside.