No, it shouldn't be called a battlefield—it was more like a slaughterhouse.
Because two li away, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
Blood flowed across the ground like a river, dyeing the snowy white earth completely red, while barbarian corpses lay scattered every which way.
There had to be at least several thousand of them.
As for the survivors, there were still close to ten thousand, but these barbarians had no ability to resist the hundred or so second-tier Dark Creatures and several thousand skeleton soldiers.
Take the Carrion Beetles, for example. There were at least a hundred of them, converging into a torrent like a fleet of vans as they charged recklessly through the barbarian crowd.
Relying on their hard shells, they remained completely unharmed no matter how the barbarians struck them with iron axes and stone clubs, while a single bite could take away a barbarian warrior.
And with Hellhounds and Headless Knights supporting these Carrion Beetles, the barbarians found it even harder to fend them off, suffering a one-sided slaughter.
Among this horde of Dark Creatures, Death Knights were somewhat fewer in number, with only around a dozen of them, but that did not affect the Dark Creatures' combat strength in the slightest.
"My lord, these barbarians probably can't defeat those Dark Creatures!"
At that moment, Quick came to Nalant's side and spoke.
"Yes. This is the true strength of the Dark Creatures. If we didn't have Sacred Thorn, even just a dozen or so Carrion Beetles and Death Knights would require us to go all out to defeat!"
Nalant nodded. Although their string of recent victories had freed them from their fear of Dark Creatures, the battlefield ahead was where the Dark Creatures' true strength lay. Without Sacred Thorn, while they would not suffer as one-sided