A new sun rose slowly from the horizon, symbolizing hope as its radiant sunlight bathed the vibrant forest and even penetrated the desolate, gloomy abandoned town. It cast an even more dazzling light on the fiery pyres of corpses that burned fiercely.
Last night, Ji Chen didn't dispatch troops to raid the enemy guild camp like in Three Kingdoms novels. The Crown of the Ocean's forces excelled in maritime warfare, not on flat grasslands.
Aware that the enemy had a sizable cavalry force, he certainly wouldn't foolishly engage head-on.
Of course, he didn't idle away the night. He organized his people to gather and cremate the numerous bodies scattered throughout the town under the cover of darkness to prevent the spread of disease.
Diseases could inflict prolonged negative effects on the troops, which would undoubtedly be detrimental to the upcoming battle.
As the day began to break, the Wasteland Guild's camp came alive.