Because the alert was delayed, they were attacked and lost the opportune moment. Because of their selfish desires that lasted all night, they lost the support of others. Their only advantage, the terrain, was also lost due to the sudden attack, which caused them to panic and lose coordination.
They were both defeated; Wenxin's team and Xinyu's team were both routed.
They were defeated quickly, and many elves lay dead on the spot.
The only option was to retreat, to retreat in a sorry state.
The bitter taste of failure lingered in everyone's heart.
Even Wenxin and Xinyu were covered in wounds.
The battle ended too quickly; they were defeated before they even had time to react.
They lasted for about half an hour.
At this moment, the sword in Wenxin's hand trembled.
It wasn't her business; she held her position firmly, and no enemy could get close. But the elf beside her kept retreating. If she didn't follow, she would be surrounded, and the outcome of being surrounded would be capture and facing a 'choice' to her doom.
Wenxin also tasted the bitterness of defeat.
Even as countless spirits of Xin'an died before her eyes, she did not waver in her resolve.
Is it cruel? She doesn't think so. War is cruel. She was originally an outsider. All she cared about was completing this trial. What did it matter if many died? She couldn't save them anyway. Besides, what difference would it make if she did save them? Would she watch them force other elves to make a 'choice' according to the customs of the elven race?
At this moment, Wenxin seemed to have grown up, yet she also seemed not to have grown up at all.
She refused to think too much; the world's prosperity and desolation were irrelevant to her and her sword.
To live in the world according to one's own will.
At this moment, her sword gradually turned towards the path of ruthlessness.
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