The Real Battlefield
Inside an abandoned village, the dilapidated houses, deserted fields, and blackened walls scorched by raging flames all exuded an air of ruin and desolation beneath the night sky. Only the occasional chirping of insects broke the silence.
"It looks like we're getting close to the battlefield."
Inside a dilapidated wooden hut, Lu Minghao peered outside through a drafty window. The village, which had originally been pitch-black and deathly silent, was now full of life. Numerous adventurers were lighting campfires and preparing dinner, while the occasional shouts of a few hot-tempered fellows rang out. Even so, they all restrained themselves and avoided any conflicts.
This was a small village in the south of the Kingdom of Ister. Nearly five days had passed since they had set out from Grant. After Caspian Bourbon left that day, the numerous adventurers began heading toward the front line of the war between the Kingdom of Ister and the Kingdom of Edras under the soldiers' guidance.
At first, they could still see signs of human habitation in quite a few villages. But since yesterday, as they drew closer to the battlefield, every village they encountered along the way had become a ruin. There were no longer any signs of human life, and even without the soldiers' warnings, the adventurers had sensed that something was wrong.
Whenever they stopped to rest, aside from the soldiers standing guard, many adventurer parties would also assign people to set up traps. Drinking was strictly forbidden as well. The leaders of the various adventurer parties had also begun restraining their own teammates in unspoken agreement, forbidding them from rubbing other adventurers the wrong way or getting into arguments, lest anything unexpected happen.
"Minghao, when are we leaving?"
At that moment, Sally came over, reached out, and lifted Lu