The blood nearly stained the nearby coastline red.
Some Saxon pirates fell to their knees, begging desperately, but in response, the Britons coldly cut their throats with sharp blades.
Slaughter!
A bloody massacre!
Just like what the Saxon pirates did back then, filled with hatred, the pursuing British Legion slaughtered nearly two to three thousand Saxon stragglers. In the end, the coastline was filled with enemy corpses, with only less than a few hundred forced to surrender by the newly arrived Kvito.
Since the Saxons began their invasion, the native Britons had lost nearly half of their population.
This was a deep-seated blood feud.
This was one of the battlefields of the massacre years ago.
"Dammit!"
"Get ready for punishment. This battle was fought in vain!" Kvito was full of regret.
