"Carry forward the style, not afraid of hardships and dangers, do our own work, we can't let the heroes shed blood and tears!"

Carlos's eloquent story finally touched the two aunts and grandmothers, and the two high elves who had passed the Ranger qualification finally went out to forage for food as hunters.

After about a minute of Sola and Aurelia leaving, Carlos finally stopped rubbing his temples.

"And the strength to cut wood and chop wood to go out."

Seven or eight people left.

"There is also the ability to cast spells, with a full set of wilderness survival skills, and more than five years of higher education left."

This time, the uproar was empty, and only two people were left in the entire hole**, Carlos and Khadgar.

Carlos stood up, walked over to the fire, rubbed his hands, and then moved his muscles and muscles to Khadgar's curled up body, grabbed his collar and pulled the archmage, and began his show.

"A team of almost four hundred people, all the way from birth to death, we succeeded, we pressed the Fire Demon King in its lair, and we stopped the fire elemental's ambition to conquer the world. For this, we paid the price of more than 300 lives. Those who died underground, each and every one of them was good, a hero of the Alliance. And you, too. Without your final spell, we don't know how long we'll be a mole underground, or even if we'll be able to dig a way out of the ground before we're suffocated from exhaustion, starvation, and suffocation. It was you who saved our lives. ”

"But I hurt you. I finally escaped, I teleported you to such a ghost place, there is no winter clothes, no food, and the exhausted warriors sleep in their dreams, it is my fault......"

Khadgar closed his eyes in pain.

The comrades-in-arms who were still laughing around the fire last night passed the night and froze to death with a smile.

Not one, not two, but more than a dozen, and the strange smile on the deceased's face pierced Khadgar's heart deeply.

Carlos couldn't explain to Khadgar that the frozen man had the ghost on his face, and he didn't even know how to comfort the mage who was in self-reproach.

The whole operation lasted more than forty-eight hours, and even if the members of the death squad were elite and macho men, they couldn't stand up to endless battles and marches. Even Carlos, who is a paladin, feels the sourness of being hollowed out of his body, let alone others.

Eighty-nine members escaped from the ground, and sixteen of them slept forever overnight.

Carlos knew they were running out of gas, but he couldn't say any more comforting words.

Unlike the corpses on the battlefield, this kind of death that happens around you is even more stinging.

Especially between great sorrow and joy, the originally strong Khadgar was suddenly knocked down, which was beyond the expectations of all those in the know.

Touching Khadgar's gray hair, Carlos could only summon the "faint" light to soothe his tired body and spirit.

"Think about it, you're the only one here who is proficient in teleportation spells. We are still waiting for you to take us home. ”

Carefully placing Khadgar back on the ground, Carlos left silently.

After all, he's still young.

It's easy to be misled by Khadgar's appearance as an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but ignore his real age.

It was a young man who had just stepped out of the category of "child".

There are many orcs who died under Khadgar's magic, and many comrades who died in front of Khadgar's eyes, but such a neat row of people who died because of Khadgar still pierced Khadgar's heart, pierced his defenses, and made the old young archmage fall into a deep state of self-denial.

Therefore, it is hypocritical to say that the master or something, and those who are full of emotions are easy to fall into moral problems, and those who lack human nature are easy to become the embodiment of evil.

And no one blames you, tangled fart!

If he could click "M" to open the map, Carlos didn't want to be Khadgar's psychological mentor at all. But the real world of Azeroth is a big, big one that is desperate. Not to mention Alterac and Lordaeron, even Arashi, a traditional "human territory", has large areas of no man's land. The daredevils who escaped death are the elite of the Human Elite Alliance, trapped in the vast snow forest, and there is no material supply, it is difficult.

After a day or two, Carlos didn't have the confidence and courage to lead everyone out, but there was no need to challenge the limit and play in the wilderness to survive...... Why bother.

After looking around, he found that everyone in the pit was in a stable mood, but they were generally hungry and panicked, and some people even looked at the pile of kobold corpses, and Carlos felt the need to go out for a turn.

By Saidan alone. The hunting team that Da Sohan brought out had to fill everyone's stomachs, which was difficult.

So Carlos packed his gear, walked out of the mine, and shouted at the guy who was chopping wood not far from the exit.

"Come and follow me with two people who are still resisting, don't be reckless."

Even if Carlos emphasized a sentence of not being reckless, he still followed the six people out.

Carlos kicked these people back to the cave one by one, asked them to borrow clothes to find supplies to protect them from the cold, and pressed his own nearly depleted holy light to cast a group of weak secondary power blessings on the other guys who insisted on cutting wood and wood, and gasped slightly.

How long has it been since becoming a paladin that you haven't encountered such a desperate situation?

The Holy Light is not a small universe of Saint Seiya, and it can explode with a few shouts.

The paladin's squeezing of the holy light when it was almost depleted was actually using the aftermath principle to extract the [solidified holy light] that was usually used to strengthen the body, which was not much different from the warlock's blood turning blue.

Carlos waited until a couple dressed wildly...... When the unruly guy came out, his breath had calmed down.

"Let's go, go hunting, eat meat tonight!"

Carlos suddenly came to a little pride, even without the power of the Holy Light, Lao Tzu is also a muscular man!

Under the laughter of a ghost crying wolf, the group stepped into the deep mountains and old forests.

and Sedan. Da Sohan, Carlos. The hunting team of the two groups of Barov is different, and the two-person team of Aurelia and Sola is not as difficult as one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Even if they are not as good as the Night Elves, who claim to be the children of nature, the elves' racial talents give the two of them a far more flexibility than humans. Coupled with the hard training of the Far Traveler troops, the two of them, who both have the title of rangers, shuttle between the forests and snowfields, and they are indescribably chic and wanton.

In less than an hour since Carlos was squeezed out of the cave, there were already a total of seven birds hanging from the waists of the two of them.

Four to three, Aurelia is currently in the lead.

"Are you just going to dislike me?"

Aurelia couldn't help but be the first to speak.

"Yes."

Sora said with a contemptuous glance.

"I don't understand, why?"

Aurelia asked curiously.

"For the glory of Quildore, of course!"

With a flying knife, Sora brushed the ends of Aurelia's hair and pinned a fat prey to the trunk of a tree, an eerie glint in her eyes.