"Arghhhhh"
"I have a son who needs his father, that's enough for me!"
"Let the punishments go to hell, cut off my head then, that's better than my whole body tears apart then gets stepped upon!"
"Yes! I prefer committing suicide over this! I'm out."
Similar cries rose among the few thousand remaining in Dolivar's army and they also began to withdraw in droves,
Every word said was like knives cutting through the hearts of Dolivar's knights and officers.
But it was like the singing of birds for a middle-aged man standing on top of the castle wall and watching every little detail with a big smile...
Dolivar's army nightmares keep pilling up, thousands were killed and tens of thousands others lost a limp or two ...
In fact, their losses could still be ignored due to the huge numerical difference, even if they lost 70 thousand, their numbers are still near twice that of the Black Sun's!
