Upon returning to the barrier, Leo Ray stepped into the almost burnt half-elf village, and a burnt smell immediately entered his nostrils. Frowning slightly, he observed.
At this time, among the bustling half-elves.
All the half-orc corpses had been thoroughly dealt with. The part of the ruins that had been burnt by fire had also been cleared, leaving a charred empty space.
However, the lingering gun smoke in some places and bloodstains on the ground indicated that the dark cloud of the recent war had not completely dissipated.
The equipment left by the half-orc corps was neatly piled up at the entrance of the village.
At a glance, there were thousands of densely packed weapons and armors of various types, looking quite spectacular.
Without hesitation, Leo Ray collected all the equipment into his bracelet and went straight towards the village center.
