Bloody dark clouds pressed down heavily from high in the sky, blocking the dazzling sunlight from this monster purgatory.
The air above the boundless soil is filled with the strong smell of blood.
For humans who step into this place, just one breath is enough to make their stomachs churn and their minds fall into chaos.
The corpses of countless monsters were piled up into several hills, and their scattered corpses covered the desolate land.
Countless demi-humans wearing animal masks stood on top of these monster corpses.
They licked their paws or the daggers they held in their hands, lying prone with their tails raised high and their eyes flashing with fanaticism.
There are also some demi-humans who have collected materials from the dead monsters and put them in their bags or played with them casually in their hands.
Various colors merged together and turned into a sticky black that slowly flowed on the ground.
The sticky, wet bloody mud gathered into rivers of mud.
A majestic tiger man stood upright with his strong body, stepping step by step over the piled corpses of monsters.
It's like patrolling his own territory.
Its brows were furrowed, and the ferocious light was compressed into two sharp evil auras, which went straight into the monster a hundred meters away.
The thick muscles have clear lines, and the orange hair is flying in the air with the smell of blood, like a huge wall of fire burning under the blood cloud.
The low roar that comes from his body from time to time is like a drum sound, making the surrounding space tremble involuntarily.
If there were any weak monsters standing in front of it, they would probably die suddenly on the spot due to its aura.
It turned its head and looked at the densely packed corpses of monsters in all directions.
In the surrounding area, there is almost no trace of monsters surviving.
Only then was it satisfied and began to patrol other places again.
As for the soldiers and adventurers who were seriously injured, it was not responsible for them.
In this terrible war, they were all buried on the land where monster corpses were piled up.
He felt his broken body being dragged, his flesh and blood rubbing against the cold body of the monster, and he even began to vaguely see the bloody gloom in the sky.
Someone rescued them from the pile of bloody corpses, causing them to raise their heads in a daze.
But unexpectedly, they discovered that these rescuers were a group of slender girls wearing masks.
Their heads are decorated with distinctive animal ears.
Obviously, they are all demi-humans.
However, the warriors trapped in the vortex of death were unable to think about why the demihumans appeared here.
They could only feel the friction between their bodies and the cold corpses, staring blankly at the sea of blood and corpses, crying loudly in despair.
"Why? Why did you rescue me...I should die here..."
"Just kill me....."
"At least if I die here, I can get the honor of dying in battle...I don't want to live anymore..."
Desperate words murmured from the mouths of these people trapped in death.
The emptiness in their eyes and the stiffness of their bodies all reveal their inner collapse and despair.
The adventurers who were missing arms and legs were even more disheartened and as silent as a stone sinking into the sea.
The surviving soldiers can still look forward to state subsidies, but what can they expect?
As adventurers themselves, they are clowns walking on the tightrope of life.
Once you make a mistake, you will never recover.
But now, they are even physically disabled, and even if they regain their lives, they can no longer fight.
It would be better to just die.
However, the soldiers and adventurers could only watch helplessly as the medical team carried them away.
The rescue demi-humans shuttled across the bloody land and converged on a bear-man as strong as a mountain.
"Mr. Hellnerson, we rescued 340 injured, including 300 seriously injured and more than 20 slightly injured."
"The rest all committed suicide during the rescue process."
These are just some of the injured who were sorted out by cleaning up the battlefield.
After a wave of monsters invaded, these were the only living people left on the entire battlefield.
One can imagine how fierce this war was.
The injured people who were rescued also raised their heads after hearing the demihumans' reports.
Almost anyone with undamaged eyes can see it.
The giant bear-man stood on the ground, tall and so strong that it seemed like there was no end in sight.
Every breath he took was filled with heavy power, and even from a few meters away, he could feel the amazing pressure.
Their eyes were wide, their mouths were open, and panic was evident on their faces.
What is that...a monster?
These warriors or adventurers who did not die in the battlefield received a little bear-man shock as soon as they survived.
At this time, Hera, whose clothes were stained red with blood, was sitting quietly on a wooden chair, letting the cat girl on the side bandage her wounds.
One open eye pupil is filled with heavy patterns, spinning rapidly like countless blooming roses.
"Thanks."
Hearing Hera's thanks, the cat lady who was bandaging Hera had no expression on her face and continued her work attentively.
Hera looked at the little kitten, slightly lost in thought.
What can be confirmed is that this sudden support team is basically composed of demihumans like this cat girl.
Although they all wear masks, they are shrouded in a veil of mystery.
However, the animal ears swinging above their heads still revealed their true identities.
Of course, these demi-humans probably had no intention of hiding.
After all, there is a particularly powerful tiger man among this team.
It is no different from a tiger that walks upright. It is a bloodthirsty beast.
It is fearless on the battlefield and hunts monsters wantonly.
It even killed the largest number of monsters, and the rampant beast tide seemed completely unable to stop its progress.
Powerful, it even gave Hera a feeling.
Maybe, even she is no match for that tiger man.
However, it is obvious that it alone cannot withstand the staggering number of beasts.
Around it, densely packed demihumans cooperated in a tacit understanding.
Traps, encirclement and suppression, guerrilla attrition, all kinds of tricks are used.
With this kind of cooperation and the tiger man's personal ability, he was able to perfectly block the attack of this beast wave.
the most important is……
Hera raised her head and looked at the huge bear-man.
Although he never entered the battlefield, he always paid attention to the direction of the battlefield.
In his generous palm, he was always holding a few stones.
Whenever there is a possibility of danger, he will reach out and throw the stone into it.
The originally compact crowd of beasts would collapse and disperse just moments after it took action.
just like……
The adults in the beast group specially keep a large number of prey in captivity.
And keep an eye on the young beasts around so that they can train to hunt without getting hurt.
This bear man is doing just this.
This defeated battlefield was specially organized into a training ground for those demihumans.
She had only seen this kind of carefree attitude in Victor once.
What kind of force could have such a well-trained team of demihumans?
Hera had vaguely guessed it.
But soon, the speculation was completely confirmed.
Some adventurers stumbled toward her.
They had mournful expressions on their faces, and their bodies were stained with the blood of various monsters.
From a distance, he shouted to Hera:
"Boss! Are you okay?"
"Boss! How are you?"
Although their hands are still stained with the blood of monsters, their gorgeous and solid armor robes can be seen at a glance.
They are certainly different from other adventurers.
Must be very rich.
Hera recognized several large men running towards her.
These people are all the core members sent by the Beast Guild to Braxton to protect the caravan for the Cravena family.
He is also Hera's former comrade-in-arms.
The moment she saw them, Hera's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Pal Qiu, why are you back?"
"Where's Walter? Didn't he come back with you?"
Facing Hera's inquiry, several big men looked at each other.
Finally, it was Pal who explained:
"Mr. Victor informed us of the situation on the southern front, and we came back specially with Steward Heilnerson to provide support."
Butler Haynerson?
Hearing this name, Hera subconsciously raised her head and looked at the huge bear-man in the distance.
And Pal continued:
"As for Walter, he now works for the Meteorological Service in Brighton."
The salary you can get from working there is very high, far more than the rough guys like them who deliver goods.
Everyone is very envious of this.
"But in fact, Walter also wants to come to support, but as a fourth-level mage, he needs time to sing magic."
"Coupled with his old age and lack of physical strength, he was afraid of delaying our schedule, so he didn't come in the end..."
Before the strong men finished speaking, there was a brief silence around them.
They didn't say much about the real reason why Walter didn't come back.
Hera looked at them and just smiled without saying much.
Everyone knows the reason.
Walter is a human being, and even for the profession of mage, he is very old.
Belongs to the 'old man' among mages.
After finally finding a stable job in Brighton, it would be better to spend his old age simply.
His former comrades were not willing to let Walter return to a remote and dangerous place.
So in the end, they originally planned to come back together for support, but they secretly left Walter behind and followed the group to the south alone.
Hera looked at them and understood.
The return of several key members has already explained the origin of this demihuman team.
When Mr. Victor learned that the southern front was likely to be defeated, he sent support in advance.
This shows what?
"Mr. Victor must be concerned about my safety."
She felt a sense of happiness rising in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel relieved.
Even the hunched shoulders gradually relaxed, and his body almost collapsed on the cat girl behind him.
However, the several big men in front of her looked at each other, and in the end they did not say the reason why Mr. Victor accepted money from the eldest prince.
Listening to the chatter not far behind him, Hernarson also turned around and walked slowly towards the adventurers from the Beast Guild.
He walked up to Hera and a deep voice sounded:
"You are the president of the Beast Guild, Hera, right?"
Hera listened to the cry of the bear man and nodded.
"I am Helnarson, butler of the Cravenna family."
