"The Slaughterhouse War?"
The black-robed old man mumbled softly. At this point, it was not only Merlin who focused his gaze on the black-robed old man, but the other aristocrats and Count Selin as well.
Only now did they realize that Wizard Hill was experienced and knowledgeable on the topic of momentous occasions. After all, he had participated in a terrible war like 'Slaughterhouse' and there were not many wars more brutal than 'Slaughterhouse'.
The black-robed old man looked at the crowd of soldiers below the city. Caught up in his memories, he spoke slowly, "The Slaughterhouse War was barbarous. Even great Spell Casters who were able to single-handedly destroy a military fort perished in countless numbers. Such Spell Casters had to be at least Fourth-level Spell Casters. This was the actual situation in the later stages of 'Slaughterhouse'. On the whole, there was not a single soldier left, only those formidable Spell Casters."
