The warm sunlight was soothing, and Zhao Chi calmed down considerably.
The Female Soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.
The Werewolves, now just pulp and gore, would soon become fertilizer for the grass.
The bodies of Xiao Ning's Soldiers lay twisted and scattered about as the Female Soldiers stripped them of their Armor.
'Just as I thought, Refined Iron Armor. We'll haul it away in a bit.'
Xiao Ning's territory was vast, stretching as far as the eye could see.
There were quite a few Buildings, most of them made of wood.
There was no overall plan for the settlement. Buildings were scattered here and there, creating a messy layout.
The storehouses, at least, were conspicuous, and there were a good number of them.
Unfortunately, with only one hour remaining, Zhao Chi could only have his people hurry to move everything.
It was also a shame that the Boundary Lock prevented the Male Feathered Oxen from being brought over to help with the hauling.
