Chapter 654: A Strong One, A Wanderer
On the road from the West Marsh to the human-occupied territory, a trickle of bright red blood followed the winding marsh river, flowing towards the Barbarian Mountain Range. The dark green marshlands had been stained red, and many bodies were submerged in the muddy swamps.
Evil crows circled in the sky, forming flocks, and waiting to swoop down when the time was right.
Evil crows, being servant-level creatures, typically appeared in groups of hundreds. This allowed them to capture more powerful prey, which included not only corpses left in the wilderness but also many injured and exhausted Soul Pets that they attacked when weak.
At the moment, among the vast marshlands, the ground was covered with corpses, and the circling evil crows in the sky already numbered nearly ten thousand.