PS: Chapter 3.

The fall of the last indomitable warrior marked the end of the battle.

Won?

The victorious elves didn't feel even the slightest bit about this, they just dragged their scarred bodies around the battlefield where the corpses were piled up, mending the last swords to the enemies who were not yet dead, collecting the mutilated corpses of their comrades, and then gathering together to treat each other's wounds.

Under their escort, Isis silently watched everything in front of him.

This...... Is it war?

It wasn't the first time she had been exposed to the brutality of battle, but the last one ended in a great victory on the elves' side, although she felt the wails and pain of the wounded, and she had a rudimentary understanding of the war and the duty she had to shoulder. But this time it was far more tragic than the last, and it was a battle of balance of power on the whole, and the firm belief of both sides that they would fight to the last man made this skirmish unprecedentedly fierce. Not to mention the completely annihilated Templars, even the elven side that won the victory also lost nearly half of its manpower, not only did the accompanying mages fall into a coma, but the leader of the team, who was also the only high-end combat force, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Although he still maintained his determination to die generously, the damage to morale caused by such a high battle loss ratio was extremely serious - a team of more than forty people, after two battles, including the seriously wounded who could not participate in the battle and the uncertain life and death of Isdamel, were only twelve or thirteen, and among these twelve or thirteen people, only about ten people could recover and really have the strength of a battle, which was far from enough to deal with the possible third battle.

"Is it still necessary......

The tried and tested elven warriors may still have their own persistence, but Her Royal Highness the Princess, who grew up in the greenhouse since childhood, could not accept this cruel reality - she was half-kneeling on the blood-stained ground, and her white pleated skirt was stained with a little blood and stains, however, the little girl who loved cleanliness did not care about the filth on the skirt at the moment, and the crystal tears could not stop whirling in the pupils as beautiful as black pearls.

"Don't go on...... Everybody's going to die! ”

With a hysterical cry in a voice full of weeping, Isis buried his head deeply, and the sorrow in his heart finally broke through the crumbling embankment, and the tear ducts could no longer be suppressed, and tears rained down his beautiful face, dripping to the ground, dripping in a blinding color of blood.

"Woo woo ......"

On the lonely battlefield after the war, only the sobbing of the elven princess could be heard for a while.

No one spoke, no one expected this situation to happen, and the battle-hardened warriors did not know how to comfort the crying girl at this moment, but stopped, stopped what they were doing, and looked at Her Royal Highness the princess who was hesitating for them and weeping for them with a pair of eyes full of sadness.

That's right, they were ready to die. But they are also human beings, and they also have their own lives, and when a friend dies, when a partner dies, they will also feel pain, and they will also want to vent - but they are very aware of the responsibilities they need to shoulder, not allowing them to have the slightest weakness, not allowing them to have the slightest hesitation, they must have the courage to bear all the hardships and hardships.

Unconsciously moistened his eyes, and the voice that finally sounded.

"Have you had enough crying?" The man who spoke was the elder of the woods—Klaus stopped beside the girl, stroked the girl's silky hair, and said coldly and mercilessly in a gentle voice, "Then get up, fight the battlefield, heal the wounded, determine the life and death of Mr. Isdamel, and take care of Miss Monia in a coma, and we have many, many things to do." ”

"But......" Her Royal Highness the Elven Princess looked up at him with teary eyes, "if you continue, everyone will die...... I don't want to see everyone's cold corpses, I don't want to see everyone's sad appearance anymore......"

"I know." The old man said, pausing for a moment as he stroked his head, then raised his head and looked into the distance where there was nothing but blood and corpses, "But we must move forward—not just for the living, not just for the mission, but also for the fallen, but also for the dead, only then will their sacrifice be worthwhile, and they will have true rest." ”

Her Royal Highness the long-haired blue was silent, but the tears did not stop.

"Besides," Klaus smiled as he dispelled the girl's last doubts, "we will find it difficult to run into the enemy's intercepted team on the way forward—the enemy must also know that it is more painful to clench five fingers into a fist and fight someone, and it is better to gather our forces and finish the battle than to scatter our forces and let us break each one." ”

"So......" Isis was a clever child, and all she lacked was experience, "and this was the final test?" ”

"It's too early to say it's the final test," the elder shook his head, "All I know for sure is that we won't encounter a formidable enemy like this in the rest of our journey, and more importantly...... For us, reaching the top of the mountains is just the beginning. ”

"Start ......," the girl thought seriously about the meaning in the old man's tone.

Until—

The sound of the mountain rock collapsing and rolling down could be heard from afar.

"What's wrong?" Isis looked in the direction from which the voice came, and unconsciously tugged at the placket of the old man's clothes, waiting for the dust that disturbed his vision to dissipate a little, so that he could see the specific situation—shrouded in the dust was the figure of a person, the figure of a familiar person......

"Eastamel."

The old man next to him said his name first.

That's right, Isdamel.

- He didn't die.

A light leather armor has been shattered, the original golden handsome long hair has also been burned into a mess, and the beautiful facial features are not even more chic than before, only a little barely recognizable outline is left - his injury is not light, not only is there a shocking huge scorch mark on his chest, but the right hand holding the sword also hangs down at a strange angle, and he looks completely unconscious, but the most striking thing is his walking posture, which completely lacks the demeanor that a high-ranking soldier should have, He walked around like a child who had just learned to walk.

"It looks like the worst I feared didn't happen," said the warrior who had returned from hell, grinning slightly and looking strangely scary, "Can anyone tell me how that big guy was wiped out?" ”

The big guy in Isdamel's mouth refers to the priest of the god's side level, although he is not tall, but the sword that almost separates heaven and earth is impressive.

"We didn't see the end," Isis shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over to help the warrior who was on his feet, and replied, "It's a mage, a mage shrouded in black robes, who intercepted the guy's flames, and then ...... Then ......"

She organizes the language.

And then ...... It's all gone. ”

"Disappear?" Idamamel's brow furrowed, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the word vanishing here, "Is it the same end?" ”

The elven princess shook her head again, but this time Klaus answered first.

"It should be some kind of spatial spell," said the elder in the forest, the years bring not only aging, but also experience and wisdom, "I heard that a powerful mage can change space, presumably that cleric was brought into some other dimensional space by the mage who came, right?" ”

"Where's Monia?" For questions in this regard, it is better to ask a professional.

"She's fainted," Klaus replied, glancing at the devastated battlefield, "If she hadn't used a powerful spell at the critical moment, you'd probably not have seen us." ”

"Is the war bad enough to be like this?" The elven swordsman raised his eyebrows, his gaze wandering around the battlefield for a week, and then realized, "It's the Templars—this number of Templars is indeed full of tricks. ”

The elder in the forest didn't speak, just nodded.

"By the way, what about over there?" Isdamel pointed to the former high ground, but what he saw was the old man's puzzled face, and then he remembered that the other party did not know about their encounter with the enemy on the high ground, so he explained, "There is still a group of enemies there, although they were defeated by us when they came, but the foundation is still there, it stands to reason that it should not be long before they can regroup and make a comeback, why, they gave up?" ”

"I don't know." In response, Klaus could only shake his head.

"It's better to get out of here as soon as possible," said the elven swordsman, his body staggered for a while, if it weren't for Isis supporting him at the moment, I'm afraid he would fall to the ground at this moment, "Don't worry about it so much, find a hidden place nearby to rest first, and the corpses of your companions will be dealt with later—in any case, one of the enemy's troops is hovering around us nine times out of ten, and the current state of everyone is not suitable for continuing the battle." ”

"I see." The elder of the forest was convinced, he glanced at the miserable-looking warrior, and nodded at him, "I'll arrange it, don't think about these things anymore, take a good rest—I don't want to make it to the top of the mountains and your pillar collapse." ”

"Don't worry." Isdamel barely squeezed out a smile, but his face was blackened by the smoke and was burned miserably, and his face was quite infiltrating, "I can't die yet." ”

Klaus didn't say anything, just turned around and left.

Other than that, there is no need to say anything and there is nothing to say. After all, he is the eldest and strongest of the four pinnacle warriors of the Elven Forest - an elven swordsman who has worked hard in the human realm for hundreds of years as an elf and created his own inheritance, and his determination is enough to be trusted!

ps1: Two more next week, three more are a little tired, of course I remember that I owe a chapter.

ps2: Note Happy Dragon Boat Festival, remember to eat zongzi~ I deliberately put three chapters today to give you a surprise!