The ground was covered in shattered ice shards, and dark red blood could be seen on the ground.
Further ahead, there were two neat rows of round holes where the horses had been placed last night. They had all been moved away.
There were traces of hay on the road beside them, as well as dense and overlapping horse hooves, recording the attack of the Spear Cavalry last night.
There were corpses of Trolls piled up like small mountains by the roadside. Trolls were tall to begin with, and nearly a hundred of them were piled together. It was quite a spectacular sight.
The only good thing about being cold was that there was no smell. Walking past the Trolls with frozen faces and wide eyes, he still felt a little uncomfortable, but he slowly adapted.
As they walked along the main road of the fortress, they could see the hoof prints on the ground. It seemed that the Spear Cavalry had really retreated far last night.
