Although the storm clouds overhead have not dispersed and still densely cover the sky, the rain has lessened considerably. With his Dark Vision, he could clearly see the scattered, armored corpses of the dwarf elite lying around.
In just a hundred-meter radius, there were at least several hundred bodies, and considering the entire battlefield, the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom must have suffered nearly a thousand casualties.
His gaze fixed.
Only to see Elder Grenum and Centurion Krom gathered in one spot, while his mentor Humbert was rushing over from a dragon-hunting crossbow station.
Without hesitation, Raine quickly followed suit and hurried over.
What he saw was a charred, smoking stout body. Although the chest no longer rose and fell, Elder Blum, now deceased, still had his eyes wide open in anger, his hands firmly gripping the wide-bladed giant axe, unwilling to let go.
