Chapter 476: Chapter 222: Post-battle Harvest

The only downside was that, due to the number of combatants, this war gave Robson a far smaller boost to his personal strength compared to the last battle at the Centaur King City.

The experience gained was only about half that of last time. Now, Robson was still forty percent away from the legendary tier.

’It seems that when it came to gaining experience on my combat panel, numbers are ultimately more important. After all, the quality of the army this time was far superior to the last.’

’Forty percent...’ Robson calculated. ’My next mission is clear. Once the rear is secure, I need to push out as far as possible. At the very least, I have to break through the Tigerman Royal Court. The best-case scenario, of course, is that everything goes smoothly and I can intercept the Beastman Emperor on his line of retreat.’

’The terms from Louis III were already quite clear. If I can accomplish this task, then combined with my past achievements and the support of Marquis Oscillate, the "Royal Court" designation before my title of Count can be removed.’

’However, accomplishing this will be no small feat. Favorable timing, a strategic location, and popular support—I’ll need them all.’

Robson thought, ’If I can reach the legendary tier by then, the troop limit on my combat panel will double. If I raise a huge army of low-tier races, the chances of completing this mission will be much, much higher.’

After this war, Robson could only set his sights on the Tigerman Royal Court.

The Tiger Race King probably had no idea that he was already being hunted.

Robson glanced at his experience bar and then looked away.

There were still many Tigermen on the field, and the battle was far from over. Tallying the soldiers’ experience at this point was meaningless.

After circling once in the sky, Robson returned to the ground.

General Oles was already completely surrounded by Robson’s soldiers. Faced with this dire situation, the Tiger Race Warriors displayed astonishing combat prowess.

Baron Boyang handled the situation well. He didn’t order a direct assault. Instead, he coordinated with Ais, who had caught up, to take a defensive posture and slowly grind them down. At the same time, they used Magic Crossbows from outside the encirclement to continuously pick off the Tiger Race Warriors trapped inside.

These Tigermen were truly worthy of their elite status. Even facing such a dire predicament, they were still searching for a way to break out, constantly trying. On several occasions, they nearly broke through Bo Yang’s encirclement.

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The rest of the battle was relatively simple. With the momentum entirely in their favor, there was basically nothing that required Robson’s special attention.

No matter how elite these Tiger Race soldiers were, they were still mortal; they couldn’t hold on forever.

The fighting lasted until nightfall. Following the death of General Oles, the Tiger Race army that Bo Yang had surrounded was finally wiped out completely.

Valentino had already returned to Robson’s side and had begun to discuss the day’s battle results.

The Count’s face was flushed, and you could tell he was excited.

Indeed, it was hard not to be excited.

After all, Valentino hadn’t participated in the bloody battle at the Centaur King City. Strictly speaking, this was his first taste of combat since arriving on the Eastern Front.

The other nobles were still on the front lines, pursuing the Beastman Army.

Robson, however, remained in the rear, waiting patiently.

The pursuit continued until noon the next day.

The standard practice for Robson’s army was to pursue for one night. However, the enemy was high-quality this time, and Robson wanted his soldiers to gain more experience, so he extended the pursuit by another night.

The nobles returned to camp shortly after, chatting and laughing.

As soon as they returned, they immediately headed for the Central Army Camp. Without a doubt, they had all come to see Robson.

Undoubtedly, this was another glorious victory.

One could even say that, setting aside the central front, this was the greatest victory the Human Race had achieved in a battle of this level since the war began!

They had actually routed the enemy’s elite Tiger Race forces despite being outnumbered!

That’s right—the nobles believed they had been at a numerical disadvantage. After all, in their eyes, Gnolls didn’t count as true warriors.

Of course, the reality wasn’t far off, as the Gnolls had only managed to hold up five thousand Tigermen.

For the human nobles, the day’s results were simply unbelievable.

The Tiger Race Warriors, along with the other branches of the Beastman Royal Family, including the Purple-blooded Beastmen, all shared a common trait: enormous size!

The Tiger Race, for example, were on average a quarter taller than humans. With that larger physique naturally came greater explosive power and combat strength.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, elite human troops were no match for elite beastman troops.

But today, Robson had truly opened their eyes, showing them what a true, elite Human Race army looked like!

Outnumbered? So what? They fought anyway and still routed the enemy, smashing them into utter disarray.

The war had been raging for over a year. Any Frankish Nobles who had survived this long couldn’t be complete novices in military affairs. Anyone with eyes could see which army had been the main force responsible for crushing the Beastmen.

The Beastman Empire revered strength, and how was the Frank Kingdom any different?

The nobles now had a deeper appreciation for Robson’s army. By extension, they grew increasingly respectful toward Robson himself. It seemed this entire group of nobles was rapidly starting to act more and more like Robson’s own veteran subordinates.

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