Finally, Lak leaned against the tree trunk, watching the enemy's flag gently tilt in the morning mist.
Beside him were a few comrades also resting, each of them applying healing potions to each other's wounds.
The effect of oral healing potions was good, but when combined with topical application, the efficacy was even better.
For these soldiers, every potion was extremely precious, needing to be cherished and used wisely.
"Look, the Blood God's banner has fallen!" a young soldier shouted loudly.
The snapping sound of the flagpole breaking made everyone's actions freeze for a brief moment. Immediately, even more frenzied slaughter broke out.
The bloody smell wafted from afar, carried by a strong gust of wind straight towards them.
"They'll surely go mad," an old soldier said with a gap-toothed grin, his smile broad.
At this moment, the intensity of the fighting in the distance reached the peak of the entire battlefield.
