The news of the grand victory was still fermenting. The sudden turn of events had left not only Caesar IV utterly dumbfounded but also the entire upper echelon of the Kingdom scratching their heads in disbelief.
Just a moment ago, they had been speaking of engaging in a war of attrition, grinding the Orc Empire down bit by bit on the battlefield by relying on their superior productivity—and in the blink of an eye, they had been handed an epic-level triumph!
After the initial shock came sheer ecstasy.
One more win of this magnitude, and the Orc Empire's morale would be completely shattered.
To be exact, the leadership of the Orc Empire was already mentally broken. They were now riding a tiger they couldn't dismount, forced to press on stubbornly to maintain appearances.
"Your Majesty, we must inform the Human Alliance of this triumph!"
Count Francis exclaimed with excitement plastered across his face.
