The armored tracked vehicle of the battle group drove out of the mountain road, and what came into view was the full sky of smoke.
The village closest to the mountain road entrance had already been affected by the war, with bodies piled up like mountains.
The blood that had almost formed a river had also frozen in the wind and snow, turning into eye-catching filth.
Shocked, angry, and frightened expressions still remained on their frozen faces.
Among them, there were many bodies of the auxiliary army. Judging from the traces, they had experienced brutal fighting, and it was unknown how many people had escaped.
"They are the auxiliary forces who were drafted with us." Goldtooth got out of the car to check and came back with a terrible expression: "After we entered the valley, those three rebel legions conducted a sacrificial ceremony here, sacrificing the auxiliary forces and the villagers of this village. They turned into those troublesome Chaos creatures."
