Handover

While Voran is at the command center, he sees the fight come to a conclusion when Grim Larsson captures Selek Valaunter. He observed as the battlefield situation shifted dramatically. Only the left side was still fighting, and it happened immediately in front of Swaster Merran, who was panting while confronting the 'Seven White Spears.'

"Ugh!!! This situation... ended up exactly like that. I wasn't expecting them to be as horrible as they were. They are overly concerned with the big picture, and the chain of command is disjointed and disjointed. The chain of command is vitally essential; every line of troops must have someone capable; otherwise, the situation will revert to what it is now. That was a good lesson for me!"

Voran grinned broadly as he surveyed the Battlefield. His gaze remained fixated on Valaunter Selek, who had been escorted to the command center by Grim Larsson.

Voran realized the importance of cultivation after witnessing the prior aura explosion. Witnessing the end of a war that had just concluded with Selek Valaunter's loss.

He couldn't possibly have missed it. The left side, on the other hand, came to an end when both armies were defeated.

Grim Larsson was holding down the vulnerable Selek Valaunter in the command center, and Mivac Belloc was also lying there. As the enemy soldiers either fled or surrendered, Richard Veus and Voran were discussing something.

When they realize their prospects of survival are dwindling, chaos follows. No one wants to stay in that location for long. Regardless of the outcome, those soldiers hurried off the battlefield.

Their lives are more important than everything else, and they will naturally choose to keep them. They were leaving regardless of how things turned out.

Voran stood there silently watching them, unconcerned. Mivac Belloc and Selek Valaunter lay still in front of his eyes. They had both lost their strength and were unable to carry out even the most basic of tasks.

Richard Veus was not asked by Voran to issue instructions to his forces to pursue the soldiers who had fled the battlefield. He was simply anticipating Veus' response.

When he felt uneasy in his chest, he entirely ignored the circumstances on the battlefield. It was a terrible sensation that sprang out of nowhere and nearly knocked him out. Voran recognized this as the result of the Ki he had taken being impure.

Voran was engrossed in the process of purifying the Ki within his body at the time. He had lost track of what was going on around him, including the soldiers' reappearance.

He never imagined that the battle would end with him in such a precarious position. Despite the fact that he won the war, his army had deteriorated to the point that troops were in disproportionate numbers. It was a really exhausting victory.

His men returned with prisoners in a reasonably clean formation. The soldiers that surrendered were well treated and in good physical condition. Meanwhile, the soldiers who managed to get away from their troops' snares.

Even though they were able to flee, that didn't mean they would be able to stay alive. When the day faded to night and his troops returned to their camp, the war was over.

Voran didn't stop refining; instead, he slowed down when he became aware of movement around him. He opened his eyes as he felt a vibration in the ground and saw the entire army flee.

He returned to the camp with the soldiers. He continued thinking about what kind of power he had and how it could lead to a large rise in strength in such a short amount of time while he traveled.

When night fell, Voran and his superiors were all inside his tent. He convened a meeting to plan the next steps.

"Veus Larsson. What are your thoughts on these two, and where should we go from here? I don't believe we can simply attack the Arannor Kingdom. Soldiers are exhausted, and supplies have been improperly distributed. We also have a long distance to travel. Mivac Belloc and Selek Valaunter have been apprehended. We've already triumphed!"

Larsson sat quietly and waited for the decision to be made. He's not going to care. If they should continue their journey, they should go to the Arannor Kingdom and conquer it. He'll come after you.

After many battles, he had come to the conclusion that fighting was just as important as cultivation. As a result, there was no harm in following Voran's decision.

Meanwhile, Veus pondered the question more deeply. He couldn't send his troops off to conquer the Arannor Kingdom carelessly, especially since they were in such bad shape. There was nothing but misfortune in the act.

Veus didn't want the soldiers under his command to die in vain. One of his main issues at the moment is unstable and erratic supply distribution.

Veus did not want his troops to enter the conquest of the Arannor Kingdom after a bloody battle in order to minimize losses.

Even though he knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Veus believed that if they attacked right away, they would not be able to maximize the results.

"I don't mind if we attack their capital, Your Majesty. Should we make that decision, we must first consider the condition of our troops. If, on the other hand, His Majesty sticks to his initial decision to return to the kingdom. I wholeheartedly support it. Whatever Your Majesty desires, I will be there to support you!"

Veus had decided to continue his support. Actually, there is no wrong decision between the two options; the only question is which option has the lowest loss.

After hearing Veus' response and Larsson's demeanor, Voran remained silent. Both will support whatever decision is made, as evidenced by their attitudes.

Besides, he knew Larsson didn't care about such things because his focus would always be on cultivation, as it had been a while.

"Both options are excellent. Attacking them when they are injured is a rare opportunity. If we ignore this opportunity, it may be difficult to attack him in the future. However, our situation isn't exactly ideal. The troops are in poor condition, and information is limited to the forces in the capital of the Arannor Kingdom."

Voran tapped his hand on the table, and his eyes shifted as his mind wandered in different directions. He was attempting to determine what was best for him at this time.

The two alternatives are too ambiguous, with each having advantages and disadvantages. After giving it some thought. Furthermore, he had previously stated his intentions. He began to receive answers to his questions.

"All right, I've decided that we should stop here for a few days before continuing on our journey to the Royal Capital of Arannor. Collect all available information and information from both of them. I have faith in you!"