Caglis coughed heavily and simply stopped replying.
Ben smiled and then took out a black, spindle-shaped stone from his backpack. The previous battle could be considered fierce, as he lost four of his young warriors. This was the first loss since entering the Black Forest.
Apart from the dead, there were also those who were severely injured. It could be said that this was the first ti the group Ben personally trained went to battle, and a full ten percent lost combat capabilities, despite being under the cover of Centaurs and Tree Elves.
However, he was satisfied that the deaths and injuries of their comrades did not overthrow these young warriors. Although morale inevitably waned, at least no one despaired or collapsed because of it.
This ans they were already qualified warriors.
All that was left was more training and honing. Ben believed that these young warriors under his command could beco excellent seeds. They might not be as extraordinary as those past players, but at least they were stepping into the tide of this era.
Under his guidance using player skills—
So of these young warriors might get injured or perish, but no matter what, they would beco the first beneficiaries of the Great Demon Tide— a privilege initially reserved only for historically brilliant talents.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back instinctively; wounded Centaurs were resting in the woods. They suffered the most losses in this battle; according to Centaur Elder Wade, at least one-third withdrew from the combat ranks.
Most were dragged into the wolf tide by Black Wolves and torn to pieces.
Of course, Tree Elves and Druids also suffered so losses, though not as severe as the Centaurs. Now, what remained under his command were approximately four hundred Centaur Elder Guards with Silver Middle Rank battle strength.
Then there were over two hundred Tree Elf Archers— to be honest, as Silver Lower Rank remote units, Ben was reluctant to send this Tree Elf Army into a war of attrition. He daydread for a while about what effect these Tree Elves would have if deployed to Tonyger's battlefield.
Unfortunately, most of these Tree Elves were destined to fall in this forest tonight.
Lastly, there were the dozens of young warriors under him, and the Erune Envoy now had only over ten Silver Rank Knights left. Nevertheless, Count Oting was unlikely to hand over command to him, so Ben automatically ignored them.
He glanced at the nobles' side; Oting and Roborun were fine during the previous battle, but that noble female scholar had already perished on the battlefield.
This made Ben sigh; he had previously saved that female scholar's life— for the sake of her being a Lantoniolan Scholar— unfortunately, an initial rescue couldn't ensure a second one.
This made him rather emotional.
Despite the heavy casualties, the battle achievents were still glorious. Taking down a Male Wolf itself seed impossible in almost everyone's eyes besides Ben— the Male Wolf's final demonstrated ability revealed its Tier.
Elental Enlightennt.
Anyone with a bit of insight understood what that represented; Ben, Queniel, and Qian defeated it with their Lower Gold strength— of course, most of the credit went to Ben.
Everyone witnessed the final scene where Ben directed Fog Howl's Spell to confirm his identity in Dual Cultivation of Curse and Sword.
Aside from the Male Wolf, just the Black Wolf Lords slain under Ben's initial sword numbered more than three, and countless Black Wolves. The densely packed wolf tide, thousands of square ters wide, was swept twice.
Ben didn't pay attention at the ti, but after the battle, he was surprised by the rise in experience.
Aside from the 35,000 experience points from the tier-overcoming kill of Fog Howl itself, killing Black Wolves and Black Wolf Lords alone also provided a staggering 23,250 points.
This strike alone accrued nearly 60,000 experience points, and fighting in 'team mode' or 'legion mode' earned another near 12,000 experience points; just this battle alone gained Ben over 70,000 experience points.
Ben calculated these numbers, aning they slaughtered nearly ten thousand Black Wolves.
The only regret was the sheer number of wolves, making the drop from Black Wolf Lords practically worthless. Thinking of this, Ben looked at the cold Stone Shuttle in his hand; luckily, acquiring it justified the effort.
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