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Chapter 1226 - 1226 207 The Prairie Trembles

1226: Chapter 207: The Prairie Trembles 1226: Chapter 207: The Prairie Trembles The slaughter continues, blood reflecting the raging fire, mixed with cries and shouts of killing creating an unusual symphony depicting the cruelty of war.

The internally hollow Hawkman Court could not organize an effective counterattack in time, sealing its tragic fate.

The clever Hawkmen had already taken the chaos as a chance to break out.

Although Hudson and his team are all experts, their numbers are simply too few to stop all the Hawkmen, so they just let them go.

Once the precedent of escape was set, it became unstoppable.

As victory became hopeless, more and more Hawkmen joined the ranks of those fleeing, leaving only a group of high-ranking Hawkmen roaring in place.

This roar did not last long.

Being at the forefront always has its price.

The louder the clamor, the quicker the death.

The Hawkman Powerhouses stationed at the court tried several times to launch counterattacks, but the disparity in power between the two sides was too vast.

Almost in a moment of face-to-face conflict, they suffered severe losses.

There was no other way, as the Hawkmen had a limited population base, which meant not many powerhouses were born, and they were scattered across various places.

The one-sided battle quickly crushed the Hawkmen’s psychological defense.

They all desperately fled, even ignoring their families.

The more they fled, the more efficient the slaughter became.

Leaving your back to the enemy on the battlefield is the biggest mistake.

Racial wars are cruel, no one spares those of different species.

Only the dead Hawkman is a good Hawkman.

The night’s slaughter seemed to shake the heavens, a blood moon slowly rising, filling the atmosphere with desolation.

As time ticked by, the battle gradually drew to a close, and the troops began to loot the spoils of war.

As part of the Orc Royal Family, the Hawkman Tribe had quite some wealth, but unfortunately, since everyone was here for a surprise attack, they couldn’t take much of the spoils.

Maxim looted with the greatest fervor, swallowing treasures as soon as he saw them.

If Hudson hadn’t stopped him in time, he probably wouldn’t have even spared copper coins.

Of course, that was only up to a point.

When it came to Gold Coins, there was no mercy, not even Hudson’s influence could work.

No one competed with the Giant Dragon for the spoils of war, everyone was only interested in Magic Equipment, heavenly treasures, as there was simply no room for Gold Coins!

Only a very few had space rings, and even those had very limited capacity.

As a result, much of the cash ended up in the hands of Maxim and Belsden, making Hudson green with envy.

Everyone thought he was maintaining his dignity, not wanting to vie for spoils, but only Hudson knew the truth—he simply couldn’t compete!

Unless he separated from Maxim and acted alone, with Hudson’s speed, there was no chance of gaining anything.

Safety above all, the still sensible Hudson decisively gave up this suicidal tactic.

The battle indeed was nearing its end, but there were still numerous Hawkmen left behind, and in case of an ambush, he really might not be able to handle it.

“Respected Mister Maxim, we’ve almost finished looting here, and we need to move on to the next location.

If we’re late, the Hawkmen might run away with the treasures!”

Hudson spoke persuasively.

This operation was not unpaid labor; the Kingdom might not be able to pay in wages, but the spoils collected belonged to whoever grabbed them first.

However, everyone was here to strike at the Orcs originally, without any thought beforehand on how to loot the spoils.

Only Maxim and Belsden were attracted by the spoils.

Following the Kingdom on a looting raid, the spoils all went to themselves, with the Alpha Kingdom shouldering the hatred, a perfectly blissful dragon or bear life.

Taking a reluctant last glance at the battlefield and scooping up some spoils with a paw, Maxim unwillingly returned to the group.

Watching everyone carrying large and small bundles without any image to maintain, Hudson’s lips twitched.

If this scene was recorded with a Memory Stone, it would definitely fetch a good price later.

“The message has been sent, we must hurry to the next Hawkman Tribe.

If anyone is too exhausted, speak up.

I’ve prepared Magic Potions here that can instantly restore you to peak condition!

You can rest assured, these potions have no side effects,…

Hudson spoke grandly.

As the most famous Master of Magic Potion in the Continent and having founded his own unique approach in the field of Magic Potions, Hudson’s only issue was the lack of disciples to enhance his grandeur.

Nevertheless, this does not hinder the fame of Ha’s Magic Potions from spreading across the continent.

Having matured over several years, even if the effects of the potions are slightly miraculous, everyone can accept it.

Hearing about the free sponsorship, everyone’s expression changed, particularly the people from the Kingdom looking at Hudson with renewed respect.

Potions that replenish magic power always cost a fortune.

A potion that could instantly restore to peak condition is stuff of legends.

This was no longer a matter of money; at a critical moment, a bottle of such a potion could save lives.

On the battlefield, everyone feared to exert their fullest, mainly concerned about not lasting till the end of the battle.

If there were potions available for instant recovery, it would be a whole different story.

Especially for Sanctuary Powerhouses, if they have no worries, they would even dare to use forbidden spells.

“Do not look at me with that kind of gaze.

Although Magic Potions are good, they are not without limits.

Continuously using potions to forcibly restore to peak conditions is theoretically feasible, but it puts too much pressure on the body.