On the battlefield, the warriors of the Cangyan tribe were at the end of their strength. The knights of Plan and Bitia surrounded the surviving barbarian warriors. The roar of the ground beasts became weaker and weaker. The knights jumped off the camels that were angry because of Jasper Caldwell's long roar. The encirclement became tighter and tighter. The seriously injured Bryce Thornton held a spear in his hand. The last Cangyan warrior was still as strong and resolute as a rock in front of the enemy.
Jasper Caldwell's condition was not good. Although the bleeding from the wound had stopped, his ribs were aching slightly from being knocked to the ground by the black lizard. He tried to touch it, and it hurt even more.
He hissed and his face turned paler.
"I went to the Witch City." The wound on Rowan Hawthorne's body had scabbed over. He let his long hair fall behind him and walked closer to Jasper Caldwell, seemingly forgetting that he had almost dug a hole in his body before. "Is it your fault?"
Jasper Caldwell gritted his teeth and said nothing.
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