Won

Chapter 281: Won

The campsite was filled up with moans and cries as the sodden earth became oily with blood.

Men were blubbering and choking. Swords and spears were clinking and clashing under the bright sky.

The ground was lubricated with guts, and a nauseating waft arose from it.

The sky was still bright as the morning sun shone from the east, but the current campsite looked gloomy as a deadly battlefield.

Poppy-red blood drizzled from the soldiers' wounds.

The enemy men were thrusting and slashing their weapons against the elite soldiers' shields.

Arrows were zipping and hissing through the air.

Some of Baron's men were sobbing and sniveling with fear.

Swords were ringing against each other.

Meanwhile, the Shadow Killer Class Mystics went berserk and attacked everyone ruthlessly!

It was utter chaos!

The septic smell of death hung over the battlefield.