Nolan and the Secrets of the Empire Chapter 82

The fields were filled with bloodshed, half the sky was red, the wind blew the grass low, and there were broken arrows and corpses all over the ground. He was carried by the bloody wind, lightly passing through the vast grasslands outside the Great Wall, and came to the man.

The man had an armor-piercing arrow stuck in his chest, the arrowhead was deeply embedded in his heart, blood had dyed the snow-white collar under his armor red, his chest was only rising and falling slightly, it was obvious that he would not live long.

His face was hidden under the helmet and bloodstains. He was over forty years old and had been at the frontier for many years, so his face was already weathered and his temples were gray. However, from the deep and clear contours of his eyebrows, one could still tell that he was in his prime.

He knelt down beside the man and tried to reach out to wipe the stains off his face, but his hand was easily pierced through like air. Only then did he remember that he had been a ghost from the world who had been dead for who knows how long.

The author has something to say: The seriously injured and dying man seemed to be aware of something and actually opened his eyes slightly. The blood-stained sky was reflected in his pupils, and there was also an almost transparent shadow.