Chapter 279:
The terrain of Crimson Citadel is a plain.
Apart from some hills nearby, there aren’t many mountainous areas. This vast and flat landscape once shaped Transia’s most prosperous region, but continuous disasters have made it increasingly desolate.
However, conversely, waging war on a land that has been repeatedly ravaged also has its advantages. It means that both sides of the conflict no longer need to consider much else; they can just fight to their heart’s content.
In the distance, the Crimson Citadel’s nocturne barrier is recovering. Under the illumination of the Astral Realm’s Wound emitting purple light overhead, one can see that the crimson barrier has already gathered to 2/3, covering most of the ruined city. This prevents the turbid flow formed by the gnoll vanguard from easily crossing the area guarded by loyal warriors.
However, the remaining 1/3 facing the west side is still in a fierce battle, with the chaotic and frenzied gnoll tide striking at their last hope of breaching the city.
Once the nocturne barrier closes again, they will forever lose the possibility of setting foot here.
But it’s like waves crashing against a reef.
No matter how frantically they try, they still can’t advance another step. The battlefield width is just that large, and the gnolls’ numerical advantage simply can’t be brought into play as the nocturne barrier gradually closes.
“The vampires have already won.”