Chương 72: Lukas

A man stood in the middle of a silent battlefield. Underneath his boots was a corpse of a barbarian with a sword protruding from its chest. The man then pulled it out and crimson blood trickled down the earth, dripping from the tip of the sword. Brushing his hair backward, the man's purple eyes glowed as he surveyed the rest of the people around him. Those at the sidelines all took a step back when they saw him looking at them, feeling frightened. 

Everywhere they look, there are bodies, and the whole place reeked of death. The barbarians who were once two platoons in numbers, dwindled down to just over 30 after this group came and infiltrated their camp. The scarier thing was, there were just three people, and they all had almost wiped them out.