The saint's mind was quick; he shattered the sword waterfall with a single punch, but his fist was cracked with more than a dozen bloody marks.
He stared at the Twenty-Four Bridges under the bright moon, his face showing resentment. This strange palace, shrouded in white light, had taken his teammates away into the darkness.
Then, he turned around, his body surrounded by special light patterns, to explore the Soul River and capture the last bit of essence left by the other party.
"boom!"
The Ironblood Fortress exploded, spewing out several fireballs and causing trouble for the warship.
Before leaving, the cardinal secretly devised a plan, which, although only a partial arrangement, was enough to throw the army into disarray.
This battle, seemingly a defeat for the Dawn faction, was actually a draw.
The warships could be repaired quickly, and the lost personnel gradually awoke under the cardinal's resurrection spell. Apart from one cardinal who had truly fallen, both sides obtained what they wanted, and both believed that the other had lost.
The battle at night was merely a test between the players.
...
"Smack!"
The scarecrow burst into flames, began to dance a bizarre dance, twitching uncontrollably, and was met with cheers from the crowd.
Then, it lay down quietly, its whole body ablaze, and the people placed the skewered food on it to grill.
scarecrow:"……"
You lust after my body, you despicable person!
Frozen frogs, cicadas, water snakes, field mice, and other local specialties are processed, then grilled over a fire, sprinkled with spices, and served with brewed barley wine—it's incredibly delicious.
However, the defeated soldiers, ravaged by ice and snow outside, were bound together with ropes and shivered.
Those who refused were even hung from the wooden railings, exposed to the cold wind, creating a rather desolate and bleak atmosphere.
Smelling the aroma of roasted meat, they craned their necks, braving the biting wind and snow to watch the warm scene inside, their hearts filled with complex emotions.
They were peacefully enjoying their stew and singing when the band of thieves stormed in and, within half an hour, had captured the town and completely subjugated it.
The thieves were quite kind to those who refused to surrender, saying that handing over their wealth would save them from death. In the end, they handed over their property, but were locked up and left shivering in the cold.
At the head of the barbecue pit, a slender figure stood, presumably the leader of the thieves.
He was dressed in white armor, with a jade ribbon tied around his waist, from which hung three amethyst grapes.
"My lord, my lord?"
His eyes showed confusion, as if the great battle against the Black Sky was right before his eyes. A red lotus bloomed, and six petals fluttered out.
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