The setting sun was blood-red, and cries of battle shook the sky across the battlefield.
Although the war had continued for eight hours, the human and beastman soldiers were still full of vigor. It was not because their stamina was particularly good, but because batch after batch of them had died. Those who could no longer endure had already fallen, while the ones still fighting to the death were soldiers continually sent from the rear of both sides.
Su Xiao continued swinging his blade and killing enemies. In a large-scale war like this, it was easy for people to lose their reason and go berserk.
After killing a short, stocky goblin, a rare sight on the battlefield, Su Xiao glanced around. No one nearby had noticed him.
With a thud, Su Xiao "fell to the ground." He was not exhausted; he simply wanted to pretend to be a corpse and recover his stamina. Although he had fallen, he still gripped his blade. If he was exposed, he could immediately deal with any enemy who attacked.
As soon as he fell, Su Xiao noticed that something was amiss in the corpse pile beside him.
A dwarf and two human soldiers were lying atop the corpse pile. The three were not far apart, and all were severely exhausted as they recovered their strength.
A beastman corpse was pressing down on the dwarf, providing excellent cover. As for the two human soldiers, one had intestines spilling all over his abdomen, while the other was half-submerged in blood.
"Hey, should we kill him?"
A tall, thin soldier kicked the nearby one-eyed soldier.
"Don't talk. Maybe we can make it through the end of the war."
The one-eyed soldier's face was covered in filthy blood and dirt, and his single eye darted around.
"I feel