Of course, the soldiers and mercenaries of this Wealth Empire have to hand over half, and the peasants possibly more.
No matter which army they came from, upon seeing the blood-covered Laine approach, they would greet him respectfully. Today, this Divine Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy slew a Green-skinned Warlord, a goblin Great Shaman, a two-legged flying dragon, and hundreds of greenskins in one battle. His bravery overshadowed the entire battlefield; it was he who sounded the horn of counterattack.
"Well done, my godson." Griffin Duke Ivan slowly approached, looking at Laine with an approving gaze, "Half of today's victory should be credited to you."
"Is the Beast Calamity alright?" Laine nodded, speaking softly.
"It's a bit injured, but it should recover in a month or two, not a big problem." Ivan looked at the devastated field with a comforting tone, "This way, the greenskins at Ginter Mine won't have the ability to organize a big Waaagh for at least three years."
