People died!
Quite a few from the volunteer army died at the hands of dark creatures, becoming their blood food and nourishment.
War, fundamentally, is synonymous with bloodshed and violence.
Especially invasion wars, which often result in mangled flesh and blood, with corpses littering the fields.
Bleeding and sacrifice are the main themes of war.
Before the Four-Winged Blood Bat and the Sentinel Corps brought back valuable intelligence, Delilah and her group could only slaughter all encountered dark creatures.
This kind of aimless slaughter yielded very few resources.
"How is it?"
Delilah looked towards the blood elf Saelen. The latter removed her hands from the large tree beside her, shook her head, indicating no success.
"Very strange. The trees in this world are very strange."
"I cannot sense any life aura; these trees seem as if they are dead."
"It's also possible they've fallen into a deep slumber and cannot awaken."
A trace of confusion appeared in Saelen's eyes.
