The surrounding forest had been burned clean. Tree trunks were still visible on the ground, but their canopies and leaves were gone, leaving only ash and roots that resembled small tombstones.
The flames had died out earlier. The trees in the Dark Forest weren't dense enough, and the high humidity here meant the fire had naturally stopped after burning through one area, failing to become a widespread wildfire.
About seventy or eighty meters ahead of Fang Zhen's motorcycle, he could already see the advance scouts of Viscount Montagu's army, who had been burned to death the day before.
The bodies at the front were a gruesome sight, leaving behind carbonized human shapes on the ground. It looked as though the slightest touch would turn them to dust.
Behind the carbonized corpses of these soldiers, an armored Knight rode a warhorse. He held a long spear and seemed to be searching for something amidst the piles of charred bodies, wandering back and forth without rest.
