Three Mountains City.
On the second wall, a patrolling soldier leaned against its weathered battlement, gazing down at the battlefield strewn with corpses.
Most of the bodies piling up high were from the Demon Race, but the occasional remnants of human warriors' armor could be seen interspersed among them.
They had just repelled another wave of attacks from the Demon Race, but the cost was the destruction of the outermost wall's final defensive barrier, leaving no chance for repair.
Even though there were two sturdier walls above, everyone knew that if the Demon Race continued their relentless consuming advance, Three Mountains City would undoubtedly fall within a month.
During the brief pause in battle, most soldiers slumped against the base of the wall, seizing this rare chance to catch their breath.
Yet, some elites like him continued their patrols between camps, scanning every figure, trying to spot any suspicious characters.
