When the barbarian cavalry who came with the Battle Banner Legion walked to the battlefield under the leadership of Iska, the warriors of the Night Stalker Clan, who had suffered heavy casualties, had long since lost the strength to resist, and let the cavalry hunt and kill them everywhere like prey, and even cut off two or three heads as long as they raised their blades horizontally.

Until the collapse, these barbarian warriors still did not give up resistance, but under the unstoppable crushing of the Battle Banner Legion, they could only watch the robes and relatives in front of them turn into blood and minced flesh, and there was nothing more desperate than this.

The battlefield outside the settlement was covered with bones, and the remains of the leader of the night owl had long since fallen somewhere, mixed in a pile of indistinguishable flesh and blood, among the corpses of men and women, these fierce women of the night owl clan chose to go to the battlefield with their husbands and sons, and the family left this cruel and desperate world together.

Wielding the Dominic scimitar in his hand, Iska's face only had a wordless loneliness, looking at the night owl clan warriors who were still standing up stubbornly, howling and waving the weapons in their hands, but they did not have the same excitement of revenge as the relatives around him, and the Dominic scimitar in his hand couldn't even lift it.

Isn't this what he wants to see? Every trembling night, he doesn't curse the complete destruction of the Night Stalker Clan? But when this really happened, Iska felt that he didn't even have the slightest excitement, what he saw was not the excitement of revenge.

He saw how the legions of the Turineites could effortlessly slaughter a tribe that had done everything they could—a deep despair that even a powerful clan had gambled on the future of the tribe. In the face of that terrible power. There is only a fiasco and death.

Although I feel emotional. But that didn't mean Iska would have mercy on these enemies - the sharp Dominic scimitar was pulled out of its sheath and slashed through the neck of a young samurai like a puddle of water, and Iskar could even see that the young samurai's eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness.

If I had been caught by them, I'm afraid this would have happened......

While Iska was still lamenting, the battle in the distance was completely over. The reorganized Battle Banner Legion naturally took over the entire settlement of the Night Stalker Clan, even if the cavalry of the Black Eagle Clan couldn't look at it, no one dared to stand up and say anything no, even Iska, the leader of the tribe, remained silent.

In the land of Hantu, the victor is entitled to plunder everything from the vanquished, whether it is gold and other valuables, or cattle and grain stores that are vital to the life and death of the tribe, even women and children, and even the entire settlement, if they are strong enough, they can be taken from them as a matter of course.

If there were any complaints from the original. Having truly seen the almost crushing strength of the Turin Legion, no one dared to say a word - and Ovina finally understood. Why did Edward have to fight to have a strong enough army in his hands before he set off in the spring?

This legion gives him not only the right to speak, but also the authority and reliance, with such a legion that can sweep across the entire Eagle's Nest Valley, compared to even in front of that Duke Anson, it will definitely be reused, right?

The Night Stalker's settlement gates were erected with the Legion's Blood Cross and Flaming Goshawk Banners, and a neat line of soldiers marched into the somewhat shabby-looking village. There were less than 10,000 remnants of tribal slaves and old and weak women and children in the entire settlement, and they no longer had the courage to resist, trembling and waiting for the leader of this Turin army to decide their future fate.

Edward didn't need to do anything about the rest, and the commanders of the various banners were ordered to divide their men to control the watchtowers, walls, and important streets and areas of the settlement, and sealed all the grain in the warehouse, and searched around for all the valuables in the entire settlement.

Little Goodwin and the scribe Virgil Brutus, with the ledger in his hand, busied around, counting the things that the soldiers had looted, and then approving the price—blood-stained gold teeth and rings, broken necklaces and sacrificial utensils, large pieces of amber and precious stones, and even a golden crown encrusted with gems in the settlement's tent, which the leader of the night owls had secretly made for himself.

Although it couldn't be compared to the one in the Red Horse Canyon, Edward was slightly surprised by the wealth amassed by the Night Stalker Clan, and somewhat relieved that if they used all the gold to recruit the surrounding tribes, the battle wouldn't be over so quickly.

Of course, the complete elimination of the Night Stalker Clan does not mean that the Eagle's Nest Valley has been held in the palm of your hand - this is only the most difficult first step, and all that remains is to gather the surrounding tribes and bring them back under the totem of the Black Eagle Clan.

"Congratulations, Lord Edward Witwood, for destroying an ancient Hantu clan and taking their wealth for himself!" With a strong hostility, Orwina snorted coldly and said, "What are you going to do next, do you want to sell all these poor women and children as slaves, and then burn the whole settlement to ashes?!"

"No, after counting the loot this time, I'll leave with the legion. Edward said with some amusement: "I will not take anything beyond the money I will distribute to the soldiers as a reward for their hard and bloody battles." ”

Orweina's eyes widened, but Edward's expression didn't change in the slightest, obviously saying the truth: "Why?!"

"The war in the north is still going on, and I must hurry to Hantu City as soon as possible - too much baggage will affect the speed of the march. Although Edward explained it this way, Orwena didn't believe it, if he really valued that Duke Anson, he would have gone directly to Hantu City before the arrival of winter, how could he have delayed it until now?

"So I can leave this settlement to you, and it just so happens that the Black Eagle Clan needs to gather the entire tribe of the Eagle's Nest Valley as soon as possible to re-establish your position - I will not leave the Eagle's Nest Valley until this matter is completely settled. A slight smile appeared on Edward's face: "Of course, those women, children, and old people, as well as the whole tribe's cattle and everything, are all yours!"

Nearly 10,000 women and children, complete settlements, fertile land, herds of cattle and sheep all over the mountains, and war horses raised by the Night Stalker Clan, farmland Edward intends to hand them over to them as they are, all of them belong to the Black Eagle Clan!

Orwina couldn't believe it was true - it was true that after losing so many young people, the entire Night Stalker Clan was almost non-existent, but even Orwina didn't think that they could take it all completely, all she had wanted was to get a small but fertile river beach from here, so that Iskar and his men could slowly multiply, and everything could be slow.

You must know that once the news of the demise of the Night Stalker Clan spreads, the many tribes in the Eagle's Nest Valley will definitely not immediately re-crown the almost extinct Black Eagle Clan as their leader, but will immediately do everything possible to divide up this land.

In order to compete for a piece of land that can grow food and raise livestock, no one will easily let go of the sharp blade in his hand, or even shed the last drop of blood.

Therefore, if he wants to occupy this land completely, the attitude of Edward and the legions behind him will determine everything - whoever he wants to get this land will be the undisputed overlord of the Eagle's Nest Valley!

And this great power is of course also based on the premise of having an orthodox heir to the Black Eagle clan, a priest of the Levantine Sacred Mountain, and a tribal leader who can connect with most of the tribes - the combination of fame and power is always the most awe-inspiring. (To be continued.) )