"General Ling, our troops are fully assembled," the lights in the military camp at the Northwest Border illuminated the entire snowy plains brilliantly. Many magic artifacts had been retrieved by the soldiers of the Northwest Camp who risked their lives to return to the original site of Qiandao Temple.
The remaining mages were fewer than twenty, and there were only five disciples left under Qiandao Temple; all were in low spirits, utterly disheveled. They used to gaze at the magic artifacts with gleaming eyes, dreaming that one day they might possess one. But now, whenever they saw a familiar artifact, they were reminded of the horrific fire and the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples.
Those magic artifacts were like mirrors, making them painfully aware that even the mages of Qiandao Temple, with their modest skills, were virtually wiped out by the evil arts of Ghoul Ravine.
