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The setting sun tilted westward, its lingering glow like blood.
The fiery red afterglow, like a burning flame on the horizon, sketched out bizarre and whimsical shapes.
It was like a wild horse galloping into a crowded flock of sheep, causing a great stir.
Suddenly, it spread its wings and flew off with a "plop."
The intertwined clouds and mist were gradually devoured by darkness before falling into gloom.
The dimming sunlight faded away, just like the retreating orc soldiers in disarray.
This time, the severely depleted orc soldiers totaled only about ten thousand.
Resources were also extremely scarce, and they no longer bothered to clean up the corpses left by the orc soldiers.
"Send someone to burn them, to avoid any disaster."
Feeling the pressure decrease, Angela still issued commands calmly.
The soldiers, who had a great deal of respect for her, quickly got to work.
It wasn't just the soldiers who had grown.
