The battle in the woods raged on.
Only now the battlefield had shifted fifteen kilometers away from the original hill.
This was entirely a path of death paved with the corpses of voodoo beasts, leaving an indelible mark in the hearts of every witcher-knight that trod down this road.
Neither party could sustain the battle at this point!
On the side of the humans, less than two hundred witcher-knights had successfully made it here from the hill, and each of them carried some injuries. The mental and physical stress they had to bear had reached the limit. Almost all of them were on the verge of breaking down.
On the other hand, on the Mages' side, nearly thirty thousand voodoo beasts had been lost since the start of the battle. This was already the entirety of the voodoo beasts that the Mages had created in this past month!
