"How's it going?"

Seeing the little wizard covered in sweat and frowning as he walked out of the ward, Loren, who had just opened his mouth to ask, felt that he had already received an answer.

"Very bad - if I had to say it, I wasn't even sure he was... Is it still alive. ”

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Aine couldn't bear to glance at the door behind the door: "The void reaction on his body is very strong, and there is no sign of dissipation; ”、

"What about trauma?"

"Hardly, just ......"

"But what?"

"It's nothing, it's just that every time the void reaction erupts, his body seems to decompose at any time, more fragile than a newborn baby, and even if he touches it lightly, his eyes show signs of falling out of his sockets, bones and muscles will be directly separated, and internal organs seem to be impatient to fall out of his body!"

The more he described it, the more excited the little wizard became, and his blue eyes were full of fear: "I tried to give him some potions to help him recover quickly, but it was useless - no matter what he was given to eat or drink, he would be completely rejected by his body!"

"Even if you are forced to inject a funnel or catheter into your body, you will be wrapped in mucus and excreted directly from your mouth and nose......!

"I see!"

Looking at Ain's increasingly painful expression, Loren hurriedly interrupted and hugged her in his arms: "You don't have to worry about this matter anymore, I will find a way to deal with it." ”

"Sorry, I couldn't help much...... "The little wizard with red-eyed eyes leaned on the black-haired wizard's shoulder, a little more sobbing in his voice.

"It's okay, you've done your best... No one can do it better than you, not even Mentor Dalton. Loren, who frowned, could only try to comfort her and pat her on the back: "Don't worry, just hand him over to me." ”

After a few more words of persuasion, the little wizard who was almost teary turned away very reluctantly.

Loren couldn't help but sigh.

Saving a Knight of Oath... Not only him, but almost everyone is unthinkable in the eyes.

The Knights of Oath, who bear the "Oath" of the Holy Cross, have the power of incomparable ordinary people - theoretically, as long as their consciousness does not completely collapse and disintegrate, they can return to the world from the brink of death again and again, and they are intact.

Just like the one holding the "bright star"... Whether it is being dismembered, beheaded, decapitated, falling into the abyss of an ice cave, and buried alive under the ruins of the Dragon King City...... He was still able to get back up again and again, wielding his sword and slashing all the enemies in his way.

For them who depend on "faith" to exist, healing is such a thing... It's ridiculous and irrelevant.

The only thing that can really hurt them is the purest power of the Void, or the power of another evil god—the same example, the Oath Knight who has been robbed of an arm.

Lemantes, the "Dead One"... There are also four evil gods lurking in the glacial wasteland, and according to a certain teenager, it is "extremely difficult to even maintain their existence".

It wasn't until Ain was far away that Dalton Candle slowly walked out the door, and the dreary sky made his already expressionless face look very gloomy.

"I guess... It's worse than what Ain said?"

Dalton shook his head and walked over to the black-haired wizard before slowly speaking, lowering his voice.

"If you're still holding on to the idea of reviving him, or even just helping him recover... Give it up. ”

Glancing at Loren, who had a tentative expression, Dalton's face was gloomy: "He is not dead yet, he is completely relying on the extremely strange power of the void to hold his shattered body together again and again - of course, it is also the culprit that made him look like this." ”

"What do you mean ......"

"Knight Naze's current condition is no different from that of a mutated human being eroded by the Void, and I don't know why his body is not abnormal, maybe it has something to do with the 'oath' of the Holy Cross. ”

Dalton said coldly: "As far as the situation we see now, instead of thinking about how to save him, we should think about how to kill him - this is a hidden danger, and it is difficult to say whether he will have a mutation in the next moment." ”

Loren raised his eyebrows: "But he is the Knight of Oaths, and he is also the leader of the Church Knights of the Broken Mountain Fortress." ”

"I know. Dalton bowed slightly.

Therefore, it is necessary to think of an excellent reason to kill him - the two of them are tacit.

"The question now is that we need to find out what happened when the knights of Naze and the cavalry were routed. ”

After a moment of silence, Loren turned his gaze to his mentor: "Is there any way to keep him awake for a while—not more, just a few minutes." ”

"In the laboratory in the Floating City, there is a manuscript of Master Corona during his lifetime, which is about his 'backtracking' theory. Dalton casually mentioned it, obviously not intending to elaborate: "The magic array completed with this theory will probably allow him to temporarily return to the state before the problem. ”

"When will it take effect?"

"It's already in effect, he should have just woken up by now......"

In the next second, the stunned two looked back almost at the same time - the void reaction in the room suddenly disappeared!

Without hesitation, Loren and Dalton rushed into the room one after another, and then stood behind the door very "tacitly", staring at the figure on the bed.

The oldest knight of the Church in the Broken Mountain Fortress, Naze, the Oath Knight of the "Shield of Defense...... He's dead.

And he died in an extremely "funny" appearance.

He seemed to be trying to slit his throat with the knife that the little wizard had left at the bedside, but the problem was that his body was recovering too quickly, and the wound torn by the blade had already returned to its original state before it could bleed;

So he tried to poke the long needle and the stick into the cranial cavity through the nose and eyeballs, but every time he succeeded, the recovered body expelled the long needle and the stick, so he could only "tirelessly" try, try again and again, try again and again, and try again and again......

Finally, at the moment when the power of the void that controlled the body was weakened by the magic array, the thin stick that penetrated the cranial cavity was finally not discharged again, and was stuck in the nasal cavity.

As a result, the dead Knight Chief Naze looked like he was desperately trying to pull something out of his nose, but he forgot that the long needle that pierced his eye and the blade that stuck in his neck were so "funny".

The spasmodic muscles and tight skin made his expression look hideous, and his body was even more entangled as if it were boneless.

At that moment, even the two people who had witnessed death countless times showed solemn expressions.

Not because of the appearance of death, but because of ......

What kind of pain, fear, and despair must have to make a "Knights of Oaths" who believe in the Holy Cross so desperate to choose death?

There was a brief dead silence, and the two could even hear each other's heartbeats.

So much so that no one noticed the hurried footsteps and shouts sounding outside the door.

"Lord Loren, Count Ranmaros of Lakeheart City has received information that they have encountered ...... in the ruins of the Empire's stronghold"

Before the words fell, Count Grenwell, who rushed into the door, suddenly stopped his footsteps and breathing, staring at the corpse on the bed with trembling eyes, and the blood on his cheeks disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After a brief moment of silence, his motionless body began to react violently, and the pale Count of Stormcastle held down his chest as if he had been hit by an arrow, and then leaned over with force.

"Woo——!!!!"

A strong smell spreads through the ward.

It took nearly five minutes for Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle, who had almost vomited all his bitter gall, to gasp for breath and stand up against the wall, wiping the remaining corners of his mouth with a pale face.

"I'm sorry, Duke Loren and Lord Dalton, I... It's ......."

"It's okay, understandable. Loren raised his hand to interrupt him, "Let's get down to business, what happened to them in the ruins of the stronghold?"

"Iceborne werewolves!" said Earl Grenwell, in a deep voice.

"A tribe of at least a thousand werewolves in the Icefield occupies the ruins of the Empire's stronghold, and there are still a lot of traces of enemy activity nearby - Count Rammaros has sent a message that he has called on the cavalry on the left flank of Fort Clarion to assemble and ask for reinforcements!"

"There should be about a thousand cavalry in the vicinity, and armed reconnaissance is being carried out nearby. Loren jerked his head back and looked at Dalton Kander behind him: "Call them back to the assembly at once, and send a commander to support Lanmaros and Rigell." ”

"Right now, Lusen is the best candidate in the fortress - I'll look for it now, and let him go at once!" Dalton nodded, and walked out the door without hesitation.

Looking at Dalton's figure walking away quickly, the black-haired wizard turned his gaze back to Earl Grenwell: "Dresis, the deputy commander of the Broken Mountain Fortress, said that the icefield werewolf tribes to the north and south of the fortress should have been swept away. ”

"Yes, but it's probably because of this that the tribes in the more remote areas are aware of this and are migrating on such a large scale. Grenwell's expression was also not very good:

"It is preliminarily estimated that the ice werewolves who are currently migrating and moving towards the Valley of Bloodbones may be ......"

"It won't be less than ten thousand!"

..............................

"War... It's about to begin. ”

On the desolate ice field, the elven warrior with a long sword in his hand muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself.

Behind him, thousands of footsteps rustled in the deep snow, like the spears of the forest and the fluttering pennant swaying and fluttering in the cold wind.

Creaking two-wheelers and four-wheelers cut through the snow on a smooth road, and elven warriors with spears and blades on their shoulders walked side by side, winding through the wilderness like a huge torrent, like several parallel but never intersecting rivers, marching in the cold wind and snow.

The Elven Warrior's gaze looked to the east of him—news from the Valley of the Bones that the Empire's army had been dispatched and had set up a huge camp in the Valley of the Blood, and that thousands of cavalry had been sent to take control of the area.

Judging from the banners and the clothing of the warriors, the main force and leader of this army was Loren Turin, the Duke of Byrne, who had held back the Azorean elven army for thirty days under the city of Ebolden.

The Emperor of the Broken Mountain Fortress cut off his own arm, and the most important help was pinned down in this senseless wasteland, and cleared the way for the Azorean elven army - in short, they would never encounter any more attacks from the direction of the Empire until they reached the Broken Mountain Fortress.

This is really good news.

"My lord, I don't understand. ”

Behind the elven warrior, Alexandra, who had just "escaped" from the Broken Mountain Fortress, pursed the corners of her mouth tightly, and her tone fluctuated slightly.

After leaving the fortress of Broken Mountain, the embarrassed female elven warrior marched in a snow-white wilderness for two days and two nights, and was almost frozen to death before being discovered by the elven warrior who led the retreating army and took her in.

As for the fact that she was actually a bait released by the Empire, of course Alexandra wouldn't say... She was also sure that she had succeeded in getting rid of the two witchers sent by Luthon - at least until she fell unconscious, there was no sign of anyone following her.

Using the information she had learned from Luthon and what she had observed, Alexandra had managed to win the trust of the Eagle King's cronies, but after the other party confirmed that she had given the message, she made the opposite decision.

"Why did you choose to avoid fighting after the Empire established the Bloodborne Valley camp, instead driving those ice werewolves to harass them, and instead continued to march towards the Broken Mountain Fortress?"

After speaking, the female elf warrior no longer suppressed her doubts: "If we can't capture the Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress in one fell swoop, won't we still encounter the situation of being attacked from behind?"

In the face of Alexandra's question, the elven warrior did not give a positive answer, but gave her a meaningful look.

"Because... This is war. ”

Alexandra bowed her head, but was clearly unconvinced.

"The key to war is not to let the enemy's actions interfere with our own plans - all the more so at the moment, our enemy is almost exactly acting according to our predetermined arrangement, every step... It was all expected by His Majesty the Eagle King. ”

"They're trying to find our tracks, they're trying to fend us for ourselves in the ice, they're trying to know what we're doing, they're trying to sabotage our plans......," the elven warrior smiled, staring at Alexandra's puzzled face:

"That's right, Your Excellency the Chief Adjutant of the Overseer, even you, the bait that the enemy has unleashed... It was also expected by His Majesty. ”

Well?!

The frightened female elf warrior was shocked, her head sank suddenly, and she fell to the ground on one knee: "I'm very sorry, Zai Xia is indeed a bait deliberately released by the enemy, but he has never betrayed His Majesty! When the Lord reached out to Zaixia, Zai Xia has completely ...... the enemy's secret agent."

"Don't be nervous, didn't I already say it, Chief Adjutant of the Overseer. ”

The elven warrior's face was full of mysterious smiles:

"Everything... It was all in His Majesty's expectation. ”