"It's a pity, just a little bit."

Looking up on the high ground of the entire battle, the black-robed priest said.

"But we can't make a move," beside him was a thin old man, although his eye sockets were dry and sunken due to the passage of time, but those black eyes still had a bottomless spring, which people did not dare to underestimate, "Today's events have stepped on the red line of the Holy Covenant. ”

"But, it's just a little bit close." The black-robed priest was still a little reluctant to repeat.

But the murderous intent in the old man's eyes made him shut his mouth—he only heard the old man speak like a dead wood, but his voice was as clear as a clear spring: "God said, Do not do unrighteous things in my name, and walk in my kingdom, and you must follow my morality, and do not be justified by faith." ”

The black-robed priest bowed and bowed.

"Taught." He said.

The old man did not speak, but nodded, and then turned around, and the wind of the valley brought his words: "Let's go, there is nothing left here to be nostalgic, and we have to go and prepare a second great gift for the elves." ”

"Yes." The black-robed priest took one last look at the irreparable defeat and kept up with the old man's pace.

- Subsequently.

The howling mountain wind drowned out the sound of their footsteps.

A little later, the shouts of victory resounded among the peaks of the mountains, stirring the wind and clouds.

However, as the one who was entitled to cheer, Isdamel was not so happy as he gazed at the corpses and the ubiquitous crimson of blood in the hot sands.

Three were killed, and two others were seriously wounded and could not continue to participate in the fighting.

- That's the price of this victory, fanatical attackers have nothing to fear, the truly terrifying is the invisible killer, the mages can only hint at a small number of people, and many more elven warriors are unaware of the addition of enemy warriors. If it weren't for the assassination of the king's eldest son, Abello, who had diverted too much of their time and energy, I am afraid that more brave and fearless warriors would have been killed by the sharp blades that attacked from behind.

What's worse is that Wang ****, who was supposed to be a friendly army, suffered heavy losses because of his hesitation - there were about one hundred and fifty people in the full ranking, and almost a hundred or so people were lost, and only about thirty or forty people were left to fight. And the original team of as many as ten warriors was also annihilated, and one of the high-ranking warriors fell—God knows if the one at the top of the mountains will anger the Elven Mission because of this.

Although it has no political implications, the fall of the high-ranking professional has definitely a significant impact on all aspects of a country.

"Have you found the bodies of those children?" At some point, Klaus, an elder in the woods, walked up to his side.

"Found it." The elven swordsman replied, his distant gaze still resting on the battlefield, as if watching the invisible souls of the deceased, "I intend to cremate them, and then return to the forest with their ashes and souls—a foreign land should not be a resting place for heroes." ”

"It's a great idea." Klaus nodded, then asked, "Then the remaining two - what are you going to do with them?" ”

He pointed to the remaining two seriously injured people - one of them was smashed to the calf bone by the flying stone set off by the superior warrior, and the other was almost split in half by the assassin's sword, and the terrible wound extended from the chest to the bottom of the lower abdomen, if it wasn't for the mage's evil natural magic healing in the past few years, I'm afraid she wouldn't have survived this injury at all - even so, she would never want to get out of bed again in this life and move freely like a normal person, unless a priest at the level of a regional bishop performs a great healing technique.

But that's almost impossible.

"Ask for their opinions, if they don't object......" Estamamel sighed as she said this, and then raised her head to look up at the snow-white clouds in the sky, not making contact with anyone's gaze, "then use the last method, the one that none of us would like to use." ”

"You're sure." Klaus knew what he was talking about, but he asked anyway.

"I ......," the elven swordsman's voice snapped, and then he said, "I'm sure." ”

"Then let me say it, you are the manager, and you should not be the object of resentment until the mission is over." The elder in the forest was silent for a long time, "And my old bones can still carry some things on my shoulders." ”

"I ......" Isdamel withdrew his gaze from looking up at the sky, looked at the old man in front of him, looked at the firmness in his eyes, and nodded somehow, "I...... I understand. ”

"Well," Klaus turned, "don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

The elven swordsman didn't speak, but just watched him leave, an elder with the name of a benevolent man.

"I......" he muttered, not knowing to whom to speak, "what a despicable and shameless man." ”

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After the smoke of gunfire, only pain remains.

There was a terrible silence in the tent, no one spoke, no one sobbed, and every warrior licked his wounds like a lone wolf in the wilderness, and in the silence there was a strength in their eyes—for Isis, who had experienced such a scene for the first time, the shock was unprecedentedly strong, not just for the senses, but also for the heart.

That's what it is...... War?

There was a moment of distraction - she had grown up in the royal court of the Elven Forest since she was a child, and she had never even seen blood or death, and she did not know the weight of the word "war" very well. Before she came, and even on the road before that, she had always thought that this part of the journey was a magnificent adventure like the legendary story, the story of everyone working together to overcome difficulties, overcome hardships, and finally achieve victory.

However, the truth gave her innocence a resounding slap in the face.

War is a deadly ...... It's not the first time I've had such a cognition, but it's the first time I've had such a clear cognition.

Looking at the scarred warriors in front of her, looking at their familiar and unfamiliar faces, Isis felt more ashamed than ever that she had previously had fantasized about what she had been, and for the first time she faced up to her own identity, and the power and obligations that it represented.

I'm going to do something about it.

She thought, but she didn't know what she could do.

Spells that can heal wounds, she won't ......

Herbs that can speed up the healing of wounds, she will not concoct......

She couldn't make an inspiring and heartfelt speech......

Suddenly, she found that in her more than 130 years of life, she didn't seem to have learned anything that could really be used, and in the face of such a scene, what she had learned before was useless at all. But even so, even so...... There must have been something I could do—she thought so, and made up her mind—without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, and she bowed deeply.

"Thank you all for the blood shed and all that has been done for the Elven Forest." Her cheeks couldn't help but blush, she was not used to saying the words of request in such a formal setting, "I think I should do something for everyone, but I can't do anything, so please teach me how to make medicines, how to treat wounds, how to take care of the wounds...... I want to do my part for everyone's recovery, so please don't say no. ”

The tent remained as silent as ever, but the emotion contained in the silence had changed qualitatively—Isis couldn't say what had changed, and the only thing she could perceive was the change in the atmosphere. If anything, it should be that everyone's eyes are not so lifeless after this, as if they have come to life and regained their vitality and vitality.

"Thank you, Your Highness." An elven warrior said.

"Thank you, Your Highness." All the elven warriors chimed in.

However, no one said that they needed her help, and everyone looked at her with clear and sincere eyes—under such gaze, Isis could not help but feel a sense of shame—why did everyone look at her like this, she had done nothing, only said something beautiful, and why did everyone look at her like this?

What a scumbag I'm in......

This feeling is like cheating on the trust of others, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

"But I really want to do something," she buried her head in, "and make sure I can do something for everyone." ”

There was still a long silence, no one spoke.

— until.

"If you really want to do it, do it." A voice said, it was a familiar voice from Isis, and the owner of the voice was ...... "Most of the people here are not seriously injured, they will not trouble you, and the people who really need your care cannot speak for themselves at this time, what you really need is not only to say, but also to do." ”

"Grandpa Klaus?" The elven princess turned her head in some surprise and saw an old man with a solemn face, and she hesitated to speak, "What do you mean......"

"In the midst of this battle, there are two elves who have lost the ability to fight and even live," the old man paused, and then asked, "will you take on the responsibility of caring for them?" ”

"I do." Isis said, "But ......"

"Don't say anything, but," the elder of the forest looked at the immature girl in front of him, "if you want to do it, you can do it, and we'll take care of the rest." ”

"I see." The elven princess raised her head, her eyes unusually bright, "I do." ”

"Good." The old man smiled in relief, and then turned to leave—the whole time, he had not mentioned the final disposition that had been agreed upon with Istamamel—nor was he going to mention it again.

War, sometimes brings more than just pain.

He thought as he stepped out of the tent and looked up at the faintly glare of the sunlight overhead.

PS: A day off before making up for the new year.

Ps2: After a moment's hesitation, I'm determined to move the plot slowly at my own pace.