The moonlight in the night of the 20th day of the 5th month was a silvery white. There was a breeze whistling around the mountain; the plains and the pine trees in the forest were swaying in the wind. Under the quiet sky, the Boudesdorf Highland seemed to be in deep slumber. However, if one listened closely, one could still hear the tromping of military boots on the ground.
The stink of the dead bodies was carried along with the mountain wind. That sort of nauseating smell was the hypnotic solution of the Guards' warriors. The deadly aura that was in the air made them sleepy as if closing their eyes could allow them to reach heaven. But the people who fought in the Boudesdorf Highlands all knew that this place was actually hell!
