The rain gradually subsided.
In the air laden with lingering moisture, there was a faint fragrance mixed with the scent of soil and grass.
And those gradually cooling corpses, along with the scarlet pools of blood rippling in the breeze, added a few more strands of an unshakeable bloody smell to the air.
After the great battle, people's first reaction was excitement and joy.
No longer worried about having their heads smashed by wooden clubs, nor considering whether to escape before being captured alive and taken back to the goblins' nest.
When Xia Nan returned, holding the head of the last goblin discovered in the village, found feasting in the pigsty on the freshly dead piglet's head.
The cheers and applause of the villagers could prove this point.
But after the enthusiasm, it cooled down.
