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Chapter 987 - 987 123 The Great Victory of Hankross_2

987: Chapter 123, The Great Victory of Hankross_2 987: Chapter 123, The Great Victory of Hankross_2 During the conversation, more than a dozen Eighth Order Strongmen had already quietly taken positions around them.

It seemed to be for battle necessity, all logical, but Derris noticed something amiss as more and more powerhouses were converging on this area.

Realizing the danger, she no longer had the mind to banter with Hudson.

Once the encirclement was complete, whether she could leave today was an unknown factor.

The sudden Magic Attack had been intercepted by Maxim before it could even approach Hudson.

Lord Dragon had his own temper; he was always the one stirring up trouble and fighting others, when had he ever become the one being attacked?

Just as he was about to settle the score with Derris, she was already miles away atop a Unicorn.

It was precisely that prudence that told Hudson why she was able to break through into the Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary was indeed about comprehending the Law, but it also demanded a high level of overall physical quality.

If the foundations were damaged in one’s youth, no matter how profound one’s later comprehension, the body wouldn’t be able to support a breakthrough.

Magic Elements Infusion was incredibly risky.

Many Eighth Order Strongmen, who were ailing, forced a breakthrough only to fail at this step.

“Belsden, Maxim, is there still a chance to capture that woman alive now?”

Hudson communicated secretly in his thoughts.

“To capture her alive depends on whether she’s willing to cooperate.

But if we two join forces, there’s an eighty to ninety percent chance of killing her.

Hudson, what’s so good about that stinkin’ woman?

Just kill her off.

If you fancy elves, we’ll grab one for you in the Elf Forest later, guaranteed to be even more sprite-like.”

Maxim’s words left Hudson half-dead with anger.

In just a short time, he had been labeled a lecher.

When it came to lechery, who could surpass a Giant Dragon?

During mating season, they’re on top of any female they see.

Even outside of mating season, they are not much better.

Drooling over a female Dragon is a common occurrence.

“Shut up!

Maxim, you’re a blockhead.

Capturing her alive is needed for negotiations, don’t you realize the value of a living Sanctuary Powerhouse?”

Hudson rebuked him without any courtesy.

No matter how many masters the Elf Race had, Sanctuary beings were still as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Just look at the Human Race’s top forces; aside from the few known publicly, several were suspected Sanctuaries.

After all, the few Alpha Kingdom seeds with a chance to break through to the Sanctuary were currently in seclusion.

The whole Kingdom was gathering treasures wherever possible to help them succeed in their breakthrough.

Yet, whether or not they could break through, and when it would happen, were all unknowns.

Based on past experiences, even if the density of Magical Elements could support Infusion, considering the Continent’s war in its early stages, it would still be lucky for the Kingdom to produce a Sanctuary Powerhouse.

The circumstances of major kingdoms were similar, typically only in the middle or later stages of continental wars would Sanctuary Powerhouses emerge, ushering in a golden era.

Even so, the numbers wouldn’t be substantial.

Not even in the age of ancient myths were there Sanctuaries roaming everywhere.

Watching Derris make her escape, Hudson vented his frustration on the multitude of kings on the battlefield.

If it weren’t for these troublemakers, the encirclement would have been completed long ago.

Capturing an Elf Sanctuary as a bargaining chip, merely to demand the signing of a non-aggression treaty, would have been a guaranteed success.

Unlike now, where, as the weaker side, the Kingdom had always been at a disadvantage during negotiations.

The facts proved that, even among the Species Kings, there was a considerable difference in strength.

Stronger species had kings who were Eighth Order Strongmen; many of the weaker species had kings who were even more feeble than Hudson.

To enter the decision-making circle of the Ancient Heritage Alliance, it was likely due to having a relatively large population, securing a place with combined strength.

“The Respected One has escaped!”

Someone shouted, and the already chaotic camp was now utterly in disarray.

As if their morale was drained, the dispirited Alien Coalition Army lost all will to fight.

“Retreat!”

The Giant King, having learned his lesson, was the first to order the retreat.

The biggest target took the most devastating blows.

Reason told him that if he didn’t run today, the Giant Tribe might be stricken from the records of the Continent of Aslante.

Of course, even if they escaped this calamity, whether the Giant Tribe’s bloodline could be passed on remained an uncertainty.

Once breached, the covenant could not be restored.

Originally, to eradicate deserters, strict military laws were enacted, but they were of no use in front of mass desertions.

What annoyed Hudson was that the Elf Army was gone.

In the Elves’ camp, only a hundred or eighty elderly elves were left, putting on airs.

As the army approached, these old guys were quite firm, straightforwardly indicating that if they were given the treatment accorded to prisoners of war as per the Covenant of all races, they would surrender.

Launching this campaign was primarily to secure enough bargaining chips for the Department of Foreign Affairs, to gain an advantageous position in the negotiations.

Now that the enemy had fled, leaving only the old and feeble, threatening the Elf Race seemed like a pipe dream.

As for the Ancient Remnant Allied Army, they were just a bunch of obscure, minor clans.

Unified, they could still cause some trouble for the Human Race, but under Hudson’s schemes, many seeds of conflict had been sown among them.

Including the assault just now, Hudson had specifically targeted the anti-Human Race kings, while deliberately letting go of the Peace Faction.