The gnolls and goblins, who were deeply encircled, saw the humans attacking, and knew in their hearts that the enemy would not let them go.

But with the exception of some of the soldiers of the Abyss who were still bloody, most of them were blindly scurrying around, and even dropped their weapons and armor, hoping that the enemy would see that they would let themselves go if they dropped their weapons.

Hateful Imperial knights and tribal veterans are hell-bent on avenging their comrades or commanders, and in peacetime, these surrendered Abyss soldiers might be mercifully pardoned by their enemies.

It's just that in a battlefield like this, the Abyss Soldiers' act of surrendering without resistance is undoubtedly a way for humans to vent their anger.

The gnolls and goblins who knelt on the ground and waited for their capture to be captured by the humans were greeted not by the ropes that bound them, but by the shining swords, and the soldiers of the abyss were slaughtered by the humans with puzzled expressions.

This spectacle is not all the result of the cowardice of the soldiers of the Abyss, but the difference between the two worlds due to their different concepts.

Generally speaking, the two lords in the abyss have started a war, and the most casualties are these weak and large numbers of low-level races in the abyss, especially the gnolls and goblins.

But they are also usually the race with the highest survival rate, because the lower races of the Abyss have been ravaged by lords and high races in wars for more than 10,000 years, and they are often sold as servants and slaves by merchants.

Of course, as long as they are strong, these rules applicable to the abyss cannot restrain the extraordinary powerhouses, and they can often become the new abyss lords with their own strength.

In such a situation, the hard bones will not live long in the abyss, so in order to survive and for the continuation of the race, they basically have no loyalty to the lord they serve.

Therefore, even if your own side is finally defeated, the lower race will surrender to the original enemy leader without any psychological burden.

Enemy lords will also accept their surrender, after all, they are just cannon fodder on the battlefield, and more low-level races mean less high-level warriors under their command.

However, the empire here is completely different from the abyss, the people of this world are generally martial, even if they are pampered noble lords, they must learn a little martial arts, otherwise they will be ridiculed by others as an incompetent waste.

In this context, unless there is a special reason, most of the nobles and soldiers will not surrender easily.

If the surrender is known to family members or friends, the surrenderer will live in the shadow of ridicule for the rest of his life.

Toren was still hiding behind the corpse of the dragonmon, the enraged humans searching for him, and if he revealed his location, he feared that a barrage of arrows would fly towards him.

Nikolai and Poppy also panicked and hid behind this last bunker.

Poppy asked eagerly, "Big man, have you activated the circle, and why hasn't Lord Edward come here yet?"

Toren was about to yell Poppy not to scream, when he felt his heart stop suddenly.

His face immediately flushed with blood, and his emotions were obviously much more excited.

The Abyss Lord's subordinates are covered with magic patterns that symbolize the faction, which is both a means of controlling his subordinates and a way to communicate with them.

Toruń's guess was not wrong, a special aura slowly passed to him, this aura was the unique coercion of the Abyss Lords, and it was also a proof of their great power.

Toren roared overjoyed, "Haha, Lord Edward is finally here, these damn humans feel what despair is!"

Russell and Gail, who were fighting under their command, also felt a strange coercion.

Even if they are not creatures in the abyss, they can feel the oppression of mortals at the life level of extraordinary powerhouses, which is the instinct of human survival, and it is also the fear of unknown ancient existence.

The Imperial knights and tribal veterans also felt something strange, and they looked at the sky in astonishment, and found a slender humanoid creature floating in the sky, with bloody wings of blood at the ends of his shoulders.

At this time, Edward in Heaven spoke, his voice was soft, but it was able to make his words heard by everyone present.

"Oh, why don't you keep fighting, I want to keep watching this comedy!"

Seeing Lord Edward right in front of him, Toren excitedly stood on the corpse of the dragon beast and shouted at Edward, "My lord, Poppy and I are here, we can't hold on, thanks to you arriving in time, otherwise we will be in danger!"

"The enemy generals are there, release the arrows!"

Russell saw Toruń in shape and ordered the knights to rain arrows at him.

Dozens of arrows were fired at Toruń, who would be shot into a sieve in a matter of seconds.

At this critical moment, Edward swung his right hand, and the arrow he shot briefly stopped in mid-air as if it had hit cotton, and then lost all power and fell to the ground like rain.

Edward ignored the noisy crowd below and confronted Toruń in a cold voice.

"I gave you so many troops, but you are facing the siege of the enemy, I really wonder how you fought the war like this!"