[Tonight, my computer restarted at least a dozen times, and I lost over four thousand words because of it. Damn you, WORD autosave. This stupid computer… I (Xiaodao) almost crashed right along with my system~~~]
In the city, rivers of blood flowed, and the air was thick with a murderous aura.
The once-bustling streets were now devoid of any bystanders, occupied only by the two clashing forces.
Finally, at a street intersection, Ling Wu stood with over 1,300 of his men. Many were wounded, all were covered in blood, their cold gazes fixed on the mercenaries across from them.
Because today was the carnival, Ling Wu had given the one thousand Knights a three-day leave the day before. Their status was different, after all, and he wanted them to be able to spend the festival with their families.
