In the wizards' camp, the wizards who had their shackles removed were divided into two factions: about ten people were tied up, while over a hundred others formed a small circle.
The dozen or so people being watched in the crowd were the wizard traitors who survived the battlefield.
A wizard was kicked by Mormon, rolling five or six times, and curled up in pain.
"Have you forgotten your oath? Why did you betray us?" Mormon pointed at the wizard, anguished.
"Did I do wrong? How was I wrong? I just wanted to go home!" The emaciated wizard lifted his dust-covered face.
"I also want to go home, everyone wants to go home, but because of the Church, many others can't go home." Mormon took a few steps forward, swung his arm, and punched the wizard in the face.
"An oath is an oath, it cannot and must not be betrayed!"
"We betrayed? It was you who betrayed us!" The wizard lifted his head, the corners of his mouth visibly turning from pale to bruised.
