They pillaged and raided for an entire two weeks; they met zero organized resistance. Any order races they encountered on their way, most would immediately thank them for killing the Orcs, Beastmen and Goblins but some would flee with the enemy… true race traitors… they were also killed.
Any loot and refugees they picked up along the way, they would send a small escort back to the fortress… they were suffering from success.
All the attrition came from their own doing, people getting too drunk and hurting themselves, drunk archery competitions gone wrong, pranks taken too far…
Also, all the Dwarves picked up Kadrin's new hobby, he made a sash out of Baby Goblins skulls, the others did too, Kadrin decorated his helmet by putting Grond's giant skull over it, the others did too.
Goldie had a rope of Orc skulls, all killed with his headshots. His rope was kept in his wagon as it was dozens of meters long already, the other archers followed suit, but nobody else was close.
Gnarlo only cared about how rich he looked… He had no more space to put gold on himself… Fingers covered with rings, couldn't see his neck from all the gold, arms were plated in gold bracelets and when all his space was gone.
He had the Dwarves create a makeshift forge and create giant fist sized links of gold so he could make each Troll a chain.
Maro didn't really care about that stuff, he had been without a woman's embrace in a while… he was starting to get a little feral, he was getting impatient and frustrated… the worse he got the more of a demon he became on the battlefield.
He had no patience for anything anymore, if he saw a human, dwarf or gnome holding a weapon for the enemy, they would have their skulls crushed with his great maul with no mercy. And it seemed like his special forces felt the same way as their leader… They would strike hard and fast, instead of getting laid they would be torturing Orcs, Goblins, Beastmen and Race Traitors… in public… and they didn't even want information.
In fact, their reputation, while on this path of destruction, spread fast throughout the entire Kingdom… People of all races in the kingdom were scared… Even in the Unity Kingdom there were Race Traitors who benefited from the existing system, and they did not wish for change.
Goblins didn't really feel fear, they just had a strong instinct for self preservation, so usually if there was no immediate danger they would be relaxing… But word of Genocide spread far and fast… normal Goblins started slowly fleeing up north, causing trouble for the Northen Governors and Overlords.
The worst was yet to come… They were a days' march away from the provincial capital.
…
Maro was pissed off, drinking what was left of their whiskey around the King's campfire. The other Kings rarely ever saw him like this, but they knew better than to mess with him right now… despite how drunk and laid back he usually was… Him and his Special forces scared the rest of them.
Gnarlo knew just what to do for his friend
"How about instead of sacking the place right away, we sneak in, take a look around, mark down good places for loot and then hit the brothel! And then we take the city!"
Maro's spirits were lifted immediately
"First thing in the morning, we're going" Maro celebrated by drinking more
Maro actually woke up early for once.