The armies of the Ashen Kingdom swarmed, facing the dragon vein monsters with fierce eyes. Tens of thousands of the allied forces surrendered their weapons without a trace of hesitation.
Even those noble officers who wished to resist were eagerly torn to shreds by the fanatical retainers.
In the end, they continued southward with their massive army of captives, heading straight for the capital of the Boske Duchy, the nominal capital of the Northern United Kingdom — Stratholme Fortress.
Cassius lazily sprawled by a hillside, with the unconscious Silver Dragon not far away, guarded by Blue and White Dragons. In front of him stood Dolores, brimming with satisfaction.
The Great Goblin Marshal knelt on one knee, his murky eyes filled with excitement, intermittently puffing out white smoke from his nostrils.
"Reporting, Your Majesty."