The Fell Cohorts were lost and could only watch as the Thirteenth Regiment of the Imperial Wizard Army retreated.
They lost all their leaders, and no one was qualified to take over.
Should they give chase and try to rendezvous with the flanking forces, or should they retreat back to camp and wait for further orders there?
The Fellkin Warriors desperately wanted to know what to do.
Their leaders were merciless, and if they chose the wrong option, they would be punished.
Heavy flogging would be the least of their worries by then.
In any case, death was waving, so a majority chose the more glorious way to go out.
If they had to die, then they would do so in battle.
The leaderless warriors of the fell race carefully observed the retreating regiment for a few minutes before carefully trailing them from a safe distance.
At the very least, it didn't seem as though Zephyron was about to make an effort to wipe them all out.
The Fellkin Warriors were right.
