Translator: ryangohsff Editor: Nora
Chapter 739-Snapping the Wings off the Alliance Army
Another setting sun.
Under the dusk sky, birds flew, leaving a slight shadow.
The battlefield beneath the skies was a total mess. Smoke bellowed, and a bloody aura slowly gathered into blood red clouds in the air. The clouds were a perfect match for the orange red color of the setting sun, looking more and more eye-catching.
The moats in the camp fortress were already filled with corpses and blood; one could not see a single familiar sight. Across the narrow and long battlefield, only corpses and scattered weapons remained.
Barricades were crushed into pieces, the exquisite arcubalistas and trebuchets were taken apart, their parts left right there on the battlefield, no one bothering to salvage them.
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