Blood stained the earth. The battlefield, chaotic just moments ago, had fallen silent.
"Urgh~"
Mage apprentice Peipeni bent over and vomited nearby. Her legs had gone weak. What she had just witnessed would remain unforgettable for the rest of her life. Corpses had nearly piled into a hill, and the soil was soaked in blood.
It was completely different from what the bards described. A battlefield was not a place of glory and courage, but hell—a real, tangible hell. When the Empire called for recruits, Peipeni had even considered becoming a female soldier, but her father had refused.
At this moment, Peipeni finally understood why her father had not allowed her to become a soldier. The reason the Empire beautified the battlefield was simple: to get more young people to enlist.
If everyone knew this place was hell, few would dare come to the battlefield. After all, not everyone possessed a sense of responsibility as an imperial citizen. Without a systematic education, it was difficult to understand this.
The corpse of the towering treant lay on the ground, burning fiercely. Hundreds of Gray Orcs had suffered heavy casualties because they had been unlucky. Their position happened to be in the direction where most of the imperial soldiers had fled. Under the assault of several times their number in imperial soldiers, the 439 Gray Orcs had been almost wiped out.
As for the remaining 186 Gray Orcs, they had fled at the very beginning of the battle, becoming complete deserters. The identity of War Demon had been imprisoned for more than a decade, and the unity it brought was already less than a tenth of what it had once been.
Gray Orc Ugu had not fled. His entire body was covered in blood, and the long-handled Warhammer in his hands had