Chapitre 137: Battle of The Lowest (7)

It was a complete hellscape. 

Thunder cracked with the firing of each massive spell, rain poured down from the sky as if the gods were mourning for the insane amount of corpses, and bullets slid past us, slick with water and almost littered us with holes. 

If it wasn't for our armor, we probably would've died already. 

Quickly, we were led by the truck driver into a trench that was filled with an even more ravishing smell than before. 

It made me want to throw up and spill my small breakfast everywhere. 

The trench was so packed with people trying to escape the gunfire that I could barely breathe and the screams of terrified soldiers cuddled with the whistles of bullets and arrows. 

BOOM 

A large fireball immediately hit the inside of the trench, and I saw a few adventurers run out to take on what seemed to be about eight thousand men.