The game of chase lasted until nightfall. Those who made a beeline towards their camp managed to escape. But those who went elsewhere were hunted down by the pursuing orcs. The Warg and Rhakaddon Cavalries spearheaded the chase with their allied riders following after them.
A cold night breeze swept through the previous battlefield. A breeze so cold that made the wounded men who were praying for rescue to shiver in fear. They thought that the chilling wind was death, coming to claim their pitiful lives.
Spread out on the battlefield were the warriors of the horde, the different warbands stood guard while their Ereian allies rescued those who can still be saved. Among the pile of corpses, they soon saw the hopeful eyes of the wounded. It didn't matter which side the soldier belonged to. The rescuers saved as many as they can.