As the situation in the capital continued to collapse,
unexpected developments happened on the front lines as well.
In front of Norblue City,
the rebels surprisingly abandoned their geographical advantage, marching their army out to engage, and the imperial army, whose morale was now high, naturally wouldn't let go of this chance.
The two sides quickly clashed, sinking into a quagmire of intense warfare.
Tattered battle flags rustled in the blood-red setting sun, while the ground was muddied with flesh and blood. Broken arrowheads and snapped swords were lodged within bones.
As far as the eye could see, there was only one color—blood.
Soldiers at the front continued to numbly swing their weapons, while the rear troops continuously surged forward, like an endless tide.
At this moment, they were merely expendable items of war, a negligible statistic that would be recorded in the books in the future.
"Howl!!!"
