"How is it?"
"The injuries are too severe." The high-tier cultivator helplessly drew a character on his forehead, "Lord Alfus has been called by the Master, we can't do anything."
Lying face up on a large green stone, the shadow of a sand dune covered Alfus's vacant face.
Once a favored child of heaven, the Champion Decree Knight now had a slanted eye and crooked mouth, with a dented neckguard and a broken neck; his high nose almost touched his chest.
Before dying, he still stared with open eyes, as if unable to believe he would die like this.
With a flash of uncontrollable sorrow in his eyes, Prince Kongdai reached out to close those dim blue eyes for him.
Turning his head and standing up, the Prince looked at the continuous waves of banners fluttering on the distant hills.
Since Alfus fell, the mercenaries' offensive had noticeably weakened.
Even with orders pushing them to supervise and chase down deserters, they still showed signs of war-weariness and dread.
