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Hank and the others were taken aback by these words, then they walked to Shadow's bedside.

Hank reached out and gently placed his hand on Shadow's forehead, feeling the magical fluctuations within his body.

Alonso closed his eyes and used his powerful magical perception to observe the flow of energy within Shadow's body.

Sword Saint Tianyan also carefully observed Shadow's physical condition, checking his complexion and the healing of his wounds.

After a thorough examination, they nodded in unison.

For them, the length of their lives was already limited, and every year, every month, even every day became infinitely precious.

Especially for old fellows like Hank, who only had a few years left to live, this kind of potion that exchanged temporary vitality for sacrificing lifespan was like a double-edged sword.

Hank slowly lowered Shadow's hand and sighed softly. He raised his head, looked at Soren, and said, "Your Highness, although your decision gave Shadow another chance to live, the price is too great." There was a hint of regret in his eyes, as he knew what the shortening of lifespan meant to a person.

Alonso also echoed, "Yes, Your Highness. Shadow is still young, and he may still have many unfinished things, but for us old fellows, every bit of remaining lifespan is our last wealth." His eyes revealed a kind of emotion after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

Soren lowered his head slightly, his expression becoming serious.

He knew that what Hank and Alonso said were facts, but at that time, he really couldn't bear to watch Shadow die like that.

"I understand what you mean, but I had no other choice at the time. Shadow has already paid too much for this war, and I can't just watch him leave." Soren's voice was low and firm, and his eyes showed an unquestionable determination.

Hank patted Soren on the shoulder and comforted him, "Your Highness, we can all understand your feelings, but Shadow's breakthrough to the Holy Rank in this life-or-death crisis is also his luck. Even though his lifespan is halved at his age, he still has a hundred years to live!"

At this moment, Shadow's fingers moved slightly, as if he had heard their conversation.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still carrying a trace of weakness, but full of determination.

"Your Highness, Lord Hank, Lord Alonso, you don't have to worry about me. Now that I have survived, I will make good use of the remaining time and make more contributions to the empire." Although Shadow's voice was weak, it was full of strength.

Hank looked at Shadow, his heart full of admiration. He nodded and said, "Well done, Shadow, your performance in this battle has made me look at you in a new light."

Soon, the war report was delivered to Soren.

It was a report filled with blood and traces of war. The parchment pages still carried a faint bloody smell, as if telling the story of the tragic war that had just ended.

The report clearly recorded that the Orcs had dispatched an army of 200,000 Orcs, as well as a staggering number of over one million Goblins.

The Goblins were completely annihilated in this war. Those small but numerous figures ultimately failed to survive the powerful attacks of the humans.

And of the 200,000 Orc troops, less than 30,000 Orcs remained to escape.

The other Orc corpses, piled up like hills on the battlefield, had now been pulled back by the soldiers.

In this world, Orc corpses are the greatest merit of the warriors.

Each Orc corpse represents the bravery and fearlessness of the warriors on the battlefield, and is a symbol of their honor.

Soren looked at the numbers on the report, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

This was a cruel victory. Although the humans had won, they had also paid a huge price.

The Northwest Army and the Imperial Capital Legion sacrificed a total of 17,000 people. Those were all living lives. They stepped onto the battlefield with love for their homes and loyalty to the empire, but they fell forever on this land washed by war.

Behind every life lost, there were family members' expectations and friends' concerns, but now there was only endless grief.

In addition to these 17,000 victims, there were also 4,000 people who were disabled and completely lost their fighting ability.

Some of them had broken limbs and could only walk with difficulty on crutches;

Some were severely injured by magic, their spirits were greatly damaged, and their eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.

These once brave and fearless warriors were now physically disabled, and their future lives were full of unknown hardships.

Fortunately, there was the field hospital, a place that played a huge role in the war, greatly reducing the number of casualties.

If it had been in the past, without such an advanced medical treatment system, this number of casualties could have been tripled or even quintupled.

Soren ordered people to continue sending Orc corpses to build Jingguan.

This huge building made of enemy corpses is a symbol of victory and an encouragement to the spirit and morale of the people in the Northwest.

Orcs are not invincible.

The soldiers began to get busy, dragging Orc corpses and stacking them one by one.

The bloody and cruel scene was particularly dazzling under the sunlight, but each soldier's face wore a proud expression, because this was the result of their lives.

Then, Soren ordered people to send the news of the great victory to the Imperial Capital as quickly as possible.

He knew the importance of this news to the Imperial Capital, and it had an immeasurable effect on boosting the morale of the entire empire.

The messengers rode on the fastest horses, and the horses' hooves raised bursts of dust. They carried the news of victory and galloped towards the Imperial Capital.

Their figures quickly disappeared on the road in the distance, leaving only a trail of smoke and dust.

At the same time, Soren also urged the Imperial Capital's reinforcements to come as soon as possible.

Although this war was won, no one knew when the main force of the Orcs would arrive.

The Orc vanguard army can be solved in the Northwest, but the Northwest cannot resist the main force of the Orcs.

In the field hospital, the wounded soldiers heard the news of the great victory and showed relieved smiles on their faces.

Those wounded soldiers who could still move hugged each other and cheered.

Their cheers echoed in the hospital, as if dispelling some of the haze brought by the war.

When the messenger arrived at the Imperial Capital, it was exactly dawn.

The entire Imperial Capital was still immersed in silence. The streets and alleys were empty, and only a few street lamps emitted a faint light in the dim night.

The heavy city gates were tightly closed, as if guarding the sleeping city.

As soon as the messenger entered the city gate, he shouted loudly: "Great victory in the Northwest! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince led the army to defeat the Orc vanguard army, annihilating 200,000 Orcs and one million Goblins."

His voice echoed in the silent streets, breaking the silence before dawn.

This sound was like a whirlwind, quickly spreading throughout the streets and alleys.