บท 399: Set Up!

Peace!

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/Step…/

/Moans…/

/Cries.../

"..."

Later, after the skirmish ended, the soldiers retreated back to the safety of their fortress, dragging their mangled bodies and the pieces of their dead companions with them.

While they sat on makeshift beds, licking their wounds as they received "medical" help, Dale, tried to wash his face with some water he melted on the side.

The fortress was located atop the frigid mountains, so there was ice everywhere, gathering a bit of ice and melting it with his Mana wasn't hard, although it took him too much energy to even start a fire…

In some ways, this body was even worse then Elgur's, it was as if he went from Hardcore Mode to Hardcore Hell Mode...

Regardless, even after cleaning himself time and time again, the smell of blood never truly washed off.

The blood of four dozen people now stained his clothes, painting them red.