The battle was essentially over. Rows of captives, guarded by the Barbarians, squatted obediently on the ground, their hands on their heads.
The Centaurs led away the warhorses, unable to hide the broad smiles on their faces. As nomads, they might not know how to farm, but they were absolute masters at raising cattle, sheep, and fine horses. With so many new, powerful warhorses for High Cliff Castle, they would surely be able to breed a herd of foals next year.
Leiden had already led a small squad straight to the enormous slave ship, taking care of the few remaining sailors on board.
Si Kai hadn't expected High Cliff Castle's forces to crush the enemy so quickly. He was so focused that he didn't even notice his Lord had come up behind him.
Fortunately, the situation didn't look too pathetic; it was only a matter of time before he took down his opponent.
