The sky was covered with haze, and blood flowed into rivers on the vast wilderness, corpses were everywhere, with broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and the hideous werewolf heads rolling into the corners.

The air after the melee was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Groups of scavenged birds hovered in the air, making terrifying screams, sometimes diving down, and their huge wings flew against the ground, suddenly rippling up gusts of fishy wind, sometimes frightened, accompanied by the gradually fading screams, disappeared into the depths of the clouds in the blink of an eye.

The battle between the Twilight Town Army and the Gnoll Tribe is finally over.

With the death of the werewolf leader, the werewolf was completely defeated.

Many werewolves fled in a panic, and no one chose to chase after him because they had no means of transportation.

Besides, even if these gnolls who had lost their tribes' protection escaped, they would not be able to become a climate at all.

Because many intelligent races in the wasteland who were oppressed by them hated them so much that they were too angry. Wherever there was oppression, there was resistance. This is an eternal law.

If the number of goblin kobolds forms a crushing advantage, these little guys will bravely siege every wandering zombie.

After all, even the most unpalatable meat is much more delicious than the bark of wild grass and tree that is difficult to swallow.

An adult werewolf corpse is enough to keep a dozen little goblins from worrying about food for three or four days, and they are worth trying this kind of adventure.

As the war ended, many tired soldiers threw away their weapons casually, as if they were paralyzed, and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Some people even lay on the blood-soaked grass, looking at the hazy sky with firm eyes and feeling the joy of victory.

A stream of inexplicable emotions surged into their hearts, and they suddenly transformed into face-changing masters one by one, with slightly stiff faces, sometimes dazed, sometimes smirked, sometimes confused, sometimes firm…

The "Song of Toughness" played and sung by the singer of the War has long ended. The moment when the song of the raging waves that can temporarily forget all the pain has ended, welcoming the wailings of the wounded.

There is no priesthood in the player's power, and even the druid who is proficient in healing magic has already poured out all the magic tricks in the battle just now.

Many players who are proficient in medical bandages carry medical boxes and shuttle through the crowd to deal with injuries to each injured person.

For those fatal injuries that cannot be handled, players who have survived countless bloody battles are also very clear about how to deal with them.

Under Sarayan's command, some fairly intact warriors drew out their weapons and cut off the heads of the zombies, the abyss zombies, the ogres and the hill giants one by one.

This is their most important trophy, because this is not only the first time that Twilight Town takes the initiative, but also the first time that all player forces in the entire Emerald Field actively attack the invading enemy.

And they won. Today's battle will soon make all the wilderness forces understand that these players who rely on the city walls all day will also take the initiative to launch a counterattack, which is also bloody.

They are no longer little rookies who vomit when they smell the body odor a year ago, but a group of professionals who have experienced many battles.

After a year of struggle to survive, they finally showed their dignity through this battle.

These werewolves' heads will be sent back to Twilight Town, and after simple anti-corrosion treatment, they will be piled up in front of the city wall or hung in various conspicuous places outside the town.

On the one hand, it shows their achievements, and on the other hand, it also intimidates the enemies around them.

If there are some unopposed intelligent races that want to invade Twilight Town, then they must first consider whether they can withstand these werewolves from the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

As expected, Twilight Town may be able to spend the most peaceful winter. When the ice and snow melt, a new chapter will be welcomed.

After a brief rest, the soldiers began to clean the battlefield.

The army in Twilight Town suffered nearly two hundred casualties, especially the soldiers who were fighting on the front line, almost everyone carried wounds of all sizes.

War is cruel and must come at a price, and everyone knows it very well.

Almost all of these visitors from other worlds have no relatives or friends, but only comrades who fight side by side.

They watch over each other, feel the warmth brought by the collective, and pursue illusory hope.

Faced with these dead comrades, the surviving players endured their grief, helped them restrain their bodies, and carefully spliced ​​the missing arms and legs.

Then it was transported back intact, giving these heroic fighters a decent funeral, and letting them lie quietly in the cemetery that has been expanded many times in Twilight Town.

You can't return to your roots, but at least you have to let them stay with you with some of the remaining things you have left.

In addition to restraining the bodies of comrades, cleaning the battlefield also requires harvesting spoils.

In addition to the wealth in the zombies, the weapons in the hands of the zombies and the furs of various beasts are things short of Twilight Town.

Although most of the werewolves' weapons are mainly heavy weapons such as maces, maces, bone-breaking hammers.

However, as long as these unused iron weapons are brought back and recast by the mountain dwarfs, they will be transformed into deadly weapons that are enough to threaten various humanoid creatures in the wilderness.

After all, mineral resources are the most scarce thing for all players' territory. Although the entire jade field contains rich natural resources, if you don't have the ability to mine, you will be redundant.

The battle between sword and sword shadows has long ended, and the dazzling sunlight is also obscured by the smoke that permeates the air and the shadow of the drooping gray and white clouds.

The howling wind blew across the wilderness and drifted away with the smell of blood.

Thorne sat alone on the stone not far from the Gnoll camp, with his long sword standing in a position that he could touch at will, and he was placed beside him with a medical bag and concentrating on dealing with the three scratches left by the Gnoll leader.

Tick!

Beads of sweat as big as beans slowly slid from Thorne's forehead, soaking into the blood on the ground, making a slight noise that disappeared.

With a series of depressing groans, Thorne finally cleaned up the injuries on her chest, then applied ointment and wrapped it with a bandage.

Then Thorne took off the water bag hanging around his waist, took out a piece of black dry food, and slowly drank it with the cold water, slowly regaining his excessive energy.

These dry foods are specialties in Winter City, and are different from those made of coarse grains mixed with unknown substances.

This is a mixture of nutrients and fine grains made by alchemists. Except for the weird taste and difficult to swallow, everything else is pretty good.

Of course, what Thorne is most interested in is that the dry food has a strong shelf life and does not take up space. In addition to supplementing the necessary nutrients of the human body, it is very convenient to eat, so there is no need to spend time looking for food and eating.

As he drank a few sips of water and dried food, Thoren's physical strength gradually recovered.

Although the Nine Swords School's moves are not limited in the number of times and can be used at will, they consume his physical strength and energy of qi.

Before, some first-level moves may not consume much, but Thorne felt that it was not very obvious.

Since he activated the second and third level sword moves, he could clearly detect the rapid consumption of physical strength and energy after each use.

"It seems that after returning to the "Qi Refining Technique", you must study it more and see if there are any methods to improve quickly, otherwise it will be too difficult based on your own cultivation speed."

Thorne couldn't help but think of it in her heart while eating dry food that was hard to swallow.

Then Thorne stood up and looked at the Gnoll Camp, then looked at the busy group of players, with no emotional fluctuations in his expression. He raised his sword and walked towards Twilight Town.

No matter what glory war can bring, it will definitely leave pain in the end.

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[Wild Blazers Battle: Torrell Era, Twilight Calendar, Year of Struggle to Survive, Moon of Flesh, 15th, Corina Peninsula, Emerald Field, Moonlight Jungle.]

Twilight Town launched a war to expel the zombies, and you assist the Twilight Town army in successfully defeating the large zombies from the Great Swordstone Mountains.

And he killed fifteen hill giants and werewolves leaders on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!