Diego, Masrae and Tirio? Fordin, the three men with healing powers, took turns examining Dezko's condition, and finally determined that the shaman was just out of strength. A strong body is the most powerful capital of the Minotaur, if an ordinary human mage dies like this, I am afraid that the body has collapsed several times, but what the Minotaur needs now is just a long hibernation.

Unleashing five rejuvenation spells in a row at Dezko, Masrae stood upright.

"He'll recover soon." The Night Elf said confidently. Rejuvenation is the best treatment for Dezko's body, which slowly and continuously treats the internal damage caused by lightning to Dezko's body.

"That's good news!" Tirio, who had been waiting patiently, nodded, "You must all be exhausted after this battle, I think you'd better go back to the camp now, where you will receive the best care and treatment!" ”

He beckoned, and a group of soldiers who had been waiting for him hurriedly came up, picked up the wounded and the dead, and put them on a wagon covered with thick hay. These wagons were originally intended to carry baggage, but they were set aside to meet them.

The cavalry also gave them a lot of horses, and everyone could get one, and even those warriors who could not ride horses could share a horse with their companions.

As the greatest heroes of this battle, they marched in the direction of the camp with their heads held high. Everyone was thrilled, because along the way, almost every human soldier they encountered saluted them. It is already known that the previous big movement was caused by this group of people, who not only killed the commander of the Undead Plague, but also attracted a large number of returning Scourge troops, which changed the course of this campaign.

"Well done!"

"Well done!"

“……”

Along the way, cheers for them came and went. When the companies chasing south passed by them, they would salute them from the bottom of their hearts, which added to the pride and glory in their hearts again and again.

They came to the base camp with admiring eyes and admiring cheers along the way. After careful treatment by the priests and a hearty meal, they were taken to the tent, where there were thick beds that had been prepared long ago.

No matter how excited and proud they are, they can't hide the fact that each of them is exhausted - today's battle has drained all their energy, and the side effects of bloodlust are beginning to show up in them, from spirit to flesh. The double exhaustion of the body.

Compared to the paladin's power blessing, the shaman's bloodlust is more powerful, but the side effects are also more obvious. Because the buff of the former is derived from the blessing of the Light, which consumes the power of the Light, while the buff brought by the latter comes from the Wild Spirit, which can stimulate the potential in the caster's body and strengthen his flesh. Strength, which boosts his will to fight, causes them to enter a bloodthirsty state of thirst for killing, but consumes the energy of the caster himself.

Although it had only been a day since he had set out in the early hours of the morning and now returned to camp in the evening, Diego felt more tired than after a whole year of traveling, he had never felt so intimate in the bed, and the woolen blanket was so soft, that he fell asleep almost the moment he lay on the wolfskin mattress.

Diego slept very, very deeply, and the next day he did not wake up from his deep sleep until the third day of the day. He looked around a little dazedly, and it took him a moment to determine where he was.

Some of the beds around were empty, and some were still asleep. He carefully put on his clothes and boots, and tiptoed out of the tent.

The camp was a busy scene, several carts full of baggage from the Valley of the Hearth were unloading, and the heavy supplies were very difficult to move, but no one shouted tired, because everyone was full of energy. After this great victory, people have already seen hope - the undead scourge is about to be driven away, will the good days be far away?

Diego went to the tent where the wounded soldiers were staying. After the treatment of the priests, most of the injuries have stabilized, and the awake people seem to be in a good mood, only Dezko is still unconscious, although the priest has treated the wounds on his body, large and small, but the power of thunder has caused him too much pressure, and the priests are not sure when he will wake up.

Diego wasn't too worried, though, as there had been similar cases with some mages - when children with magical talents first awakened their talents, the rampant magic often caused them to fall into a coma until their souls could withstand the extraordinary power. The former Guardian Medivan was in a coma for six years when he inherited the immense power of the Guardians of Tirisfa.

Coming out of the wounded barracks, Diego arrived at the quarters. Since it wasn't a meal, there weren't many people in the room, so he was lucky enough to find a few pieces of Alterac cheese in the kitchen, pad his stomach indiscriminately, and then walked to the big barn where the headquarters was located.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" As soon as he reached the door, the sentry standing guard put his legs together and his spears on the ground, and gave him the most solemn military salute. In just one night, the story of their team had spread throughout the camp, and their bravery deserved this respect.

The eyes of everyone in the barn were drawn to the shout of the sentry. When he saw that it was Diego who walked through the door, a round of applause rang out.

"Look who's coming!" Tylan closest to the gate? Fording strode up and hugged Diego hard, "Our big hero, the man who really has the heart of a lion!" ”

He slapped Diego on the shoulder, full of joy, though he still didn't know that the young man was his half-brother, Tirio? Fording had promised Diego that he wouldn't tell anyone, including his other son, about this unless he had the hunter's permission—but that didn't stop him from appreciating Diego, the kind of brave and brainy man the Hearth Valley needed right now.

The other officers also looked at him with a smile, infiltrated the enemy camp, sniped the enemy chieftain, attracted the enemy to come back and then broke out of the encirclement, this courage and strength are admirable. And at the very back of the long table, Tirio? Ferding was looking at his youngest son with relief, and he felt more and more that his previous thoughts were correct, who else could be more suitable to command the army of Hearthvale?