You are Lololoshka. Or a bard wanderer who has followed the Army of Light. You were expecting to see one of the actions that can be recorded in ballads and legends.

Egrassel stood over his fallen opponent, breathing heavily. This fight was not easy. The commander of the enemy army has already ordered his men to retreat." The Army of Light could only proclaim its victory. The elf closed his eyes, quickly sheathing his sword. The human warrior in front of him instantly got up and ran away, realizing that he wouldn't be killed. Egrassel hated killing, even though it was part of his job. He wouldn't have joined the Army if it wasn't for his father's demand. Taulin smiled broadly, holding up the Army crest, a gold four-pointed star on a blue background, as high as possible. They won without suffering any losses in their ranks. It's just great.

Above the clearing, the battlefield, the melody of began. You, who have been hiding all this time (a very restless "you won't fight, Lo. This is dangerous" and almost the threats of Egrassel did not allow them to come out and help their own), they only wanted to cheer up the First. And the opportunity to do this has appeared: they won, the enemies won't touch you anymore. — He's serious... — Egrassel chuckled at the tune, shaking his head, — small musician, huh... Well... Your guesses about impunity turned out to be false. The man who was released by Egrassel was in front of you in an instant, his blade drawn. Egrassel darted closer, but he might not make it.