"Is it... over?" Liao Ye panted heavily.
He was indeed stronger than these Demonic Beasts, but there were simply too many of them. Even after being killed, they kept regenerating from the black mud without end. Liao Ye had been killing here for nearly a full day, and his hands were starting to go numb from all the chopping.
"Awoo."
Mordred lay on the ground, not particularly willing to move. But seemingly because there was still black mud on the ground, she hurriedly left and found a clean patch to lie down on.
"Good work, everyone on the battlefield."
Adekate put away his bone spear as well, let out a breath of stale air, and patted his chest. He first checked on the soldiers under his command before looking toward the battlefield of the Demonic Beast Front.
The black mud spread across the ground was slowly disappearing bit by bit.
"There's no need to clean up the battlefield. Be careful not to touch that black mud on your own initiative. It's not good stuff," he instructed.
"Yes." His son, who would also become Uruk's current general after his death, nodded to show that he understood, then turned around to organize the troops.
This time, no one should have died, but quite a few were injured. They needed to be properly settled.
As Adekate surveyed the battlefield, two people holding hands walked over from behind him.
"Ah, you've finally woken up, Kurgarru, Galatur." He turned around with a smile and looked at the identical brothers. "You two, now...?"
There was a trace of scrutiny and curiosity in his eyes as he looked the two of them over from head to toe.
"We're in pretty good shape right now, since we didn't directly engage the enemy." Kurgarru chuckled and let go of