049 Fugitive Chase_1

The setting sun was bloody red.

The killing that had lasted the whole day had finally begun to subside at this moment.

This wolf cavalry camp had become a true graveyard.

Dense black dots circled in the sky, drawn by the scent of blood. They were vultures.

Where there was death, their silhouettes were present.

The Dark Cavalry also had casualties, of course, but the bodies of the fallen warriors would not be left in the wild like the trolls' bodies to be defiled by beasts; instead, they were gathered and burned.

When he saw the body of a high-ranking knight being consumed by the flames, Colin's heartache was overwhelming.

What a waste!

However, no matter how much Colin salivated, he dared not desecrate the corpse of the fallen in front of the Dark Cavalry.

The persisting him even went to Earl Dawson and suggested to bury the fallen warriors in the earth.

Earl Dawson rolled his eyes, and dropped a sentence: "How about you try digging a hole in this ice plain first?"