The land baptized by the Fire Element was somewhat scorched, and the remaining Fire Element from the Magic Concentrated Fire made the air on the battlefield somewhat "fiery".
Centered around the Floating City, countless goblins were fighting within tens of kilometers. The occasional explosion represented another round of artillery support, symbolizing the annihilation of yet another ten-thousand-strong Warrior Corps.
The burnt smell of corpses, the intense Fire Element, plus the sporadic spell explosions.
"Hmm, such a familiar scent."
A tall figure in a black robe descended from the steel surface of the Floating City, opening his arms toward the battlefield.
This familiar scent made Richard feel as if he had returned to the Wizard Civilization.
"My Lord, the resistors within fifty kilometers of the Floating City have been purged. The prisoners have also been uniformly detained, and our physicians are doing their best to treat the injured."
