Although the crisis had been lifted and there was a fresh** shaman in the team, Diego still sent a ferry to bring back the two teams led by Bogard on the other side. 『『，

"My lord, you are so powerful just now, you are simply possessed by the Holy Spirit." As soon as Bogard came ashore, he shouted excitedly, but this former mercenary who was a soldier was really not good at patting on the back, and there were only a few words of praise back and forth.

Just now they were on the other side of the river watching the hot fight here, but they couldn't help much, they were so anxious, you know, this is the first battle to join the adult, and the opponent is a well-known cowardly bag like the jackal, and the opportunity to show his face for meritorious service was missed so much, how can it not make people anxious. For a moment, Bogard even had the heart to order his men to take off their heavy armor and swim back lightly.

But what is frustrating is that before he can give this order, the battle on the other side has already been settled, and the lord alone has taken out half of the gnolls.

"Alright, alright, get ready, Masrae will take Blom's group across the river to the other side, we need to hurry up and cross the river." Diego stopped his lame pat and said.

"Yes, sir." Bogard gave a military salute vigorously and said loudly.

But at this moment, the gnoll shaman, who had recovered some strength, suddenly interjected.

"My lord, I think I might be able to help you cross the river."

"Oh?" Diego looked back at him with interest.

"But I can't cast that spell right now, because I'm too weak to wait until tomorrow to recover." The gnoll said apologetically. It has to be said that strength makes people confident. After becoming a shaman, Van Goray also spoke more fluently. is no longer as cringe-induced and timid as before, and he still has the courage to sell a pass.

"Okay, we've got time, it's not bad for this night." Diego said happily, in fact, he had roughly guessed the spell that the jackal was going to cast - shaman spells were not as varied and varied as mage's spells, and only Van Gore, who was good at water-based spells, knew even less.

Just to be on the safe side. But Diego ordered Bergard to form the cart again - and although the gnolls were scared, who could guarantee that they wouldn't be killed? You know, the Brotherhood of Defia is the mastermind behind it yet.

Today, however, most of the chores were done by the grooms and their men, and the guards were sent out to clear the forest of the remnants of the enemy, but they returned almost empty-handed, and the gnolls were more capable of escaping for their lives than anyone could have imagined.

As the sun sets over the horizon of the western wilderness, the vast sky gradually turns a silver-gray, and the low clouds of smoke and gray twilight blend together, as if to cover the sky with a faint veil. Yellow weeds and sparse shrubs spread across the distant land. It presents a desolation and depression peculiar to the western wilderness. This kind of open space is not seen in the wooded Elwyn Forest.

Although it is only early spring, in the warm south, as soon as night falls, the small midges on the banks of the river begin to become active. Buzzing and swirling in a clump. The cuckoo and the nightingale chirped incessantly, albeit a little noisy, in the woods by the river. But it was reassuring.

It was getting dark, and piles of bonfires were lit in the camp. All kinds of broths are boiling over the campfire. A burst of fragrance. As a result of a great victory, the caravan's grooms, men, and merchants all talked loudly and happily. A cheerful and down-to-earth atmosphere emerges spontaneously.

But beside the pile of gnolls killed in battle during the day, the gnolls shaman was constantly busy. Although still a little weak, Van Goray begged a few guards for help and dragged the four or five gnolls out of the pile of corpses.

The guards were very cooperative about this - who hasn't had a headache and brain fever and was unlucky enough to be injured, no matter how bad a shaman is, he can help, especially the dwarf Blom, who has been trying to add a healer to the team.

The gnolls were left in a row on the side of the camp, and Van Goray was busy.

Diego came over to take a few looks, and then he went. It is not uncommon for compassion for one's kind, not only humans, but also other races of Azeroth. It's a virtue.

After a brief debridement bandage of the chirping gnolls, Van Goray stuck the totem pole on the ground, which he had somewhere to find at the bottom of the river.

After a few simple words of prayer, a circle of light blue water elemental energy spread out from the totem to all sides. This circle of soft energy rippled in all directions like ripples, wave after wave, covering almost the entire camp. Even those who were not injured felt a sense of relief, and the fatigue and soreness of the tiring day gradually dissipated unconsciously. The wails of the few gnolls lined up one by one gradually subsided, and they fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Diego woke up to the sound of people shouting and neighing. He stretched and found that he was in better shape than ever, and it seemed that the shaman's totem spells were still very good.

He lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent. Seeing that everyone in the convoy was tossing under the command of Van Gore. Each wagon was loaded with goods, the pack horses were set, and they were lined up along the riverbank, with the horses' heads facing the opposite bank.

"Your Excellency, are you awake?" See Diego wake up, Bart? Leibi hurriedly leaned over and handed over a wet towel in her hand.

Diego wiped his face with a towel, and the cold, wet towel rubbed it on his face, which was refreshing.

"Is it true that Van Goray said he had a way to cross the river, not even a boat?" Leibi asked incredulously, in his eyes, shamanic spells were mysterious and eerie, similar to the voodoo spells of trolls.

"Do as he says." Diego said noncommittally that he already had a vague idea of what Van Goreh was going to do, but he was also looking forward to having a powerful spellcaster under his command.

Not everyone is busy with this, and there are some people who are cooking rice on a fire, saying that it is rice, but it is just the old routine of camping in the wild, oats, dried meat, ham, wild vegetables, dried mushrooms and the like are stewed in a messy pot, and the appearance is miserable, but it can be eaten, and it tastes good.

After making do with breakfast, Van Goray approached, and four or five gnolls whom he had brought back to life hobbled behind him. Although it had only been a night, their injuries had improved, and they were at least able to barely walk.

"My lord, we're all set, we're ready to go."

Diego didn't speak, just nodded. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen someone cast this spell, and he was a little curious.

Van Goray turned around and took a few steps towards the river, stepping his feet into the shallow water, and began to ask for the help of the water elemental spirits. The water elemental totem in his hand slowly emitted a mist and floated towards the river.

The water elementals answered his call. The surface of the river began to ripple, and white spray gently washed the riverbank. After a few minutes, however, the river was quiet again. It was not an ordinary silence, but a complete stillness, as if the whole flow of the river had stopped, and there was not a trace of fluctuation or undulation on the surface of the river, and it looked like a huge and smooth mirror.

Van Goray let out a long sigh, then took a step forward. He did not sink into the water, but stood completely above the surface of the water, like a light feather.

On the banks of the river, people's jaws fell to the ground, more than one person tapped on the surface of the water with what they had at hand, and some people even bent down to crawl on the water, trying to see what was going on.

But what they have under their feet is nothing else than water! They can see it very clearly, it is water, and when they step on it, the water waves are constantly rippling, but it just does not sink. It's as if you're not stepping on soft water, but hard ice.

"Hurry up, this spell can only last for a quarter of an hour!" Diego urged loudly, and Van Gorei looked at him in surprise, the depth of the lord's knowledge of shamanic spells was obviously beyond his expectations.

There was chaos on the river. The people moved cautiously forward, knowing that this magical spell would not fail for a while, but it was still a little scary to walk on the surface of the river, which was almost completely transparent. Because from above, the sand, weeds, shrimp and crabs in the river can be seen clearly, and Bogard even saw a group of sage fish swaying and swimming under his feet! He suddenly realized that it was only this thin layer of water that was still at rest, and that beneath the surface, the river was still flowing!

It was a bit slow, but anyway, everyone crossed the river before the spell didn't work. The coachmen didn't even dare to sit in the carriage, lest it increase the weight of the carriage and crush this thin layer of spell support, and they came with pack horses!

Seeing that everyone and the vehicle had crossed the river, the gnoll shaman closed his eyes and expressed his gratitude to the water elemental spirits. After a few seconds, the surface of the river suddenly began to flow, as if thawing. The forces that had supported them underwater had departed and dissipated into the great river. (To be continued......) u