Murphy led the little players through the woodland behind us and quickly arrived at the place where the midnight hunters were battling the transport team.
This place still held the traces of the solar spiritual energy explosion. All plants on the ground had remnants of being burned, and the bodies of the transport team's guard soldiers were strewn all over.
The dismembered bodies, warriors fallen beside toppled carriages, the terrible corrosion left on their armors by the dark spiritual energy, and the mummified bodies on the ground from which blood had been drained, all let the players feel the intensity of the main battlefield.
Compared to this, the battles they participated in ambush circles were no different from child's play. Speaking of which, weren't there five to six cavalrymen with broken legs left in the trenches of the ambush circle?
"Damn it! This is a massacre!"
Wumeioge harshly criticized.
