Early in the morning, when Durin poked his head out of the quilt, he felt a bit too quiet.
Luckily, he could still see that none of the patrol team on the city wall was missing.
It's really different from Zhen Nan Pass; before dawn there, both sides would start greeting each other with cannonballs and spell formulas. Yet here at Shanhai Pass, now past six-thirty, both sides were still mutually refraining from throwing anything at each other.
It's because Eleven and Big Orange are not here. If they were, they would definitely mock this battlefield spectacle fiercely.
After dressing and crawling out of the tent, Durin walked up the city wall and glanced at the opposite side — a visible increase in the number of unlucky guys hanging on the scaffold. These followers of Slaanesh had a knack for finding joy amidst suffering.
