Under the setting sun of winter, a bloody feast is going on.

The knights on their horses showed no mercy to the chaotic creatures that escaped and exposed their backs. They raised their knives and threw the ugly heads high.

"Advance the 7th Regiment! Let them have a taste of our spears!"

Chaos creatures that have lost morale and command are like a piece of loose sand. When they lose a strong leader, they will only prioritize themselves. When they know that the situation is over, escape becomes their primary goal.

"Target northeast! The distance is one hundred and fifty! Shoot the arrow!"

"jump jump jump!"

The effect of the elven archers' volleys against these enemies with their backs exposed was astonishing. More than a hundred people were able to knock down dozens of beastmen who were fleeing to the forest in one volley, killing their bodies.

nailed to the ground.

In the long history of this world, there is only one thing that remains unchanged; that is killing.

The elves killed the fleeing Chaos creatures without mercy, especially the cavalry biting their tails. As long as Chaos troops tried to gather, they would launch a charge, making it impossible for them to be effective.

He could only fight back and die slowly under the angry butcher's knife of the elves.

Perhaps there were enough killings to satisfy a certain god. Many elves who were tired from fighting for a long time suddenly felt that new power surged from their bodies to restore their physical strength. The fatigue in their eyes was replaced by bloodlust. They once again

Joined in the brutal killing.

A red shadow appeared in mid-air. From the outline of the shadow, it could be barely seen that he was smiling, as if he was enjoying everything in front of him.

……………………

The pursuit of the chaotic creatures lasted for a long time, and even when the sky began to dim, the sound of fighting could still be heard in the forest.

In a temporary camp.

"Ah...my hand!! Where is my hand!"

"It's so painful...please give me a break..."

The price of victory was painful. The temporary camp was full of wounded people wailing in pain, and the corpses of dead elves were strewn all over the ground.

Of the more than 6,500 troops at the beginning of the war, less than 4,500 were able to move on their own at this time, and the remaining more than 2,000 were either killed or among the wounded.

In addition, a large amount of supplies were destroyed, and many people had to go hungry to treat the wounded and clean the battlefield.

This kind of victory can only be called a tragic victory, without any glory at all.

"Boom! Boom!"

The long horn sound sounded, which was an order to withdraw the troops and return to the camp. After hearing this, the elven soldiers who were scattered outside chasing the chaotic creatures finally regained their senses and stopped and walked back.

At the beginning of the war, there were more than 6,000 Chaos troops who were hunted down, but not much was left, especially those horned beasts, big horned beasts and Chaos warriors who might have the mark of the evil god. They were all annihilated by the elves and those who escaped.

Most of them were four-legged chaotic mutant beasts that relied on their speed to escape successfully.

As the stars move, the moonlight gradually becomes thinner, and the twin moons and morning stars in the sky replace the stars and illuminate the earth.

Carter sighed and looked up to see the dead bodies everywhere. He stopped admiring the moonlight and instead joined the ranks of treating the wounded.

The elves who know medical skills are the busiest at this time. Hundreds of wounded are waiting for treatment, but there are no more than two doctors in the entire camp.

Carter, who knew some first aid, joined them.

"Merciful Ghyran, bring peace to these warriors; Blood of the Earth!"

The most effective healers are these mages who are proficient in the eight winds magic. They use the healing energy summoned from the earth to restore the wounds of the injured elves with the natural healing power from the earth.

Under the treatment of life magic, less serious wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the condition of the seriously injured was also alleviated.

But this is still a drop in the bucket.

After a whole day of casting spells, the magicians brought by Princess Cadrina were exhausted. Their spirits were severely exhausted and there was not much magical wind left around them. They could not continue to cast spells. They had to

Stop meditating, otherwise they may be swallowed up by the backlash of the subspace in the next second.

Even though magic is not omnipotent, there are still some seriously injured elf wounded who are not getting better even after receiving the 'blood of the earth' and doctors' treatment.

Such was the case with the young man in front of Carter.

He was lying on the ground covered in blood, and his originally golden hair was dyed an ugly blood red by blood and dirt. Only half of his right arm was left, and his abdomen was split in half by the Chaos Warrior's axe, and his body and internal organs were bleeding.

Blood was pouring out, and he looked at Carter in pain with tears streaming down his face.

After a doctor took a look, he just shook his head helplessly. At the same time, he took out a hammer and awl from his backpack. They were tools used to relieve the pain of the seriously injured. They only need to be aimed at the spine at the back of the neck.

A gentle blow can kill someone instantly and painlessly.

After Carter saw his actions, he understood what he had to do.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"K...Luke...S"

"Where is your hometown?"

"Anlek...my hometown..."

As if he knew what he was about to face, the young elf named Crocus responded to Carter's question with a trembling voice, and tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes like a broken faucet.

The doctor nodded to Carter and motioned for him to help lift his head.

"You are very brave, my comrade"

Carter gently held his head and showed a gentle smile to comfort him, but the tears gathering in his eyes betrayed him.

"Think of your family, relax and be brave again! This is the last time"

Infected by this sudden death, Carter unknowingly opened his Sharingan, and the magatama in it began to rotate around the pupils.

The seriously injured Croaux, who was shaking all over, suddenly stopped shaking, his eyes became bright and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he remembered something wonderful.

"Click..."

Upon seeing this, the doctor immediately raised an awl and pointed it at his posterior meridian. With a small hammer hit, the young man named Crocus left this world.

Crocus, who was relieved of his pain in the illusion, maintained his last smile in life.

Seeing the elf passing away in front of him, Carter finally couldn't hold back his tears, closed his eyes and let them flow out silently.

This wasn't the first time Carter saw someone die, but it was the first time he saw off a wounded person at such a close distance. Even though the two of them had no reason to do so before, Carter still couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

This was the first time that he understood the weight of life. At the same time, he felt a huge disgust towards the Evil God of Chaos in his heart. It was no longer the simple fear and fear before.

[Just to satisfy my perverted desires, I have made countless lives become toys in your eyes, it is unforgivable!!]
Chapter completed!