Outside Twilight City, green banners surrounded the city walls tightly, and even from the highest tower, one could not see the end of the army formation.
The soldiers on the walls couldn't help but swallow hard, and the citizens inside the city had despair written all over their faces, while those outside had simply given up resistance, either pulled into the ranks of the Green Forest Army or became their reserve food.
Such has always been the nature of uprisings in this forest.
This fire will not cease until nine out of ten rooms are empty and rivers of blood flow.
Watching the army outside, Governor Baron Elaric's face was filled with worry, praying silently in his heart.
Saint Sis above...
At this moment, besides praying and waiting, there was nothing else he could do...
Outside the city, in the Green Forest Army camp, the high-spirited Green Turbans were cooking.
