The Traveler: Martial Druid

Chapter 32

Borders of Harham Wastelands

Capital of Greywulf Duchy

Biledzir Castle

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*Slash*

Einrich looked at the soldier, no, the corpse that was stuck at the tip of his sword.

With a swing of his sword, the corpse was cleaved in half, blood gushing out and covering his armour.

The warm blood trickling down his face made him feel disgusted but before he could even wipe it off another Denstrian attacked him.

This was not a duel for glory.

This was not a hunt for pleasure.

This was a war for survival.

"*Gasp* There is no end to them" Kuchler shouted in despair.

Einrich gathered what was left of his mana and slashed one more soldier.

He had already been fighting for more than three hours, cutting enemies one by one but it looked like there was no end in sight. It's like when you cut one of them two more would take their place.

They were weak.

Denstrian were so weak that even a trained farmer might be able to kill them but they were endless.

"Soon... He will join soon" said Einrich as he tried