Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
It was dark by the time the army was done setting up tents to rest for the night. Pushing forward at night was no different from killing themselves.
The army would advance in the morning. If they could find the enemy's camp, they would have to fight the army of the Brown Rebels before night tomorrow.
The influence of the Frenzy Liquid on people's minds grew stronger as the rain kept pouring down. Even the slightest conflict might provoke Mages into fighting one another to the death, regardless of which side they were on.
The most ideal outcome was to start the battle before it was dark tomorrow!
A kilometer ahead of the swamp was a jungle of Moss-Coated Trees. Their trunks stuck deep into the firm ground, yet their branches spread across the wetland either above the surface or under the water.
