The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the people on the ground, and when the sun was about to set, the two figures limped to the outside of the camp that Wilcas had just built.

In the camp.

"No news yet?" With a cold face, Wilcas asked the adjutant on the side, it had been a day, and the person he sent out to answer the news had come back that the town had calmed down, and the snow elves were still gathering there, but no one from the Rift Territory or the Brothers-in-Arms had escaped!

"Your Excellency...... There is no news, it is estimated that they are ......" The adjutant who was asked said with great difficulty: "It is estimated that they have been completely wiped out......"

As soon as these words fell, a scout rushed into the big tent: "Report to the general, the master of the two comrades-in-arms regiment who assisted us in the battle before has returned!" ”

"Two?" Hearing this, Wilcas's pupils shrank sharply. "Where are they? I'll go find them now! ”

"They're getting some simple treatment from the logistics forces now......" the scout said, looking up at Wilcas, who was sitting on his seat, had actually walked to the door of the tent.

"Well, I'm going to ask them about it now......" Wilcas's voice was a little muffled, sounding like he was trying to suppress some emotion in his heart.

A few minutes later.

"So, you fell into a trap and wiped out the whole army?" Wilcas took a few deep breaths, finally making his voice sound less shaky.

"Right...... None of us thought that those guys would think of using such a powerful weapon against us......" Farkas's voice was weak, and fine beads of sweat could already be seen on his forehead after he finished this sentence intermittently. He was lying flat at this time, and only the part above his neck could move freely, and looking at the wounds on his abdomen and chest and arms, it was not difficult to guess that two crossbow arrows had hit him. Luckily, these two wounds were only added after his werewolf transformation, so they weren't particularly fatal now.

Next to Farkass, on another makeshift bed, Ella was lying, breathless. She suffered only one wound, a crossbow bolt that pierced her right shoulder blade and took her right arm with her.

...... Listening to Farkass's words, Wilkas opened his mouth to say something, but eventually put away the idea. Take good care of your injuries, nourish with the power of the stars, and strengthen the werewolf bloodline...... You'll be fine with Ella. ”

With that, Wilcas turned and tried to walk out of the tent. He had wanted to blame Farkas for why they hadn't listened to him in the first place, and wanted to ask about Wuslade's whereabouts. However, in a blink of an eye, I thought that the previous question was a bit too much, and the latter question was already obvious.

As soon as he turned around, Wilcas's wrist was suddenly grabbed by a palm with rough skin and cold touch: "It must be ...... Be sure to retrieve the Witch Slade, who has been left behind in the square in the center of town...... That's our holy relic......"

Farkas's weak voice came, a voice with a rare hint of plea.

"Hmm......" Wilkas smiled wryly, though he nodded quickly. I will...... The Witch Slade will definitely be destroyed again if he is left in the hands of those snow elves......"

The sky was blue, with only the occasional cloud floating haphazardly. But now Wilcas doesn't have the slightest desire to appreciate this view. Out of the door of the camp for the sick and wounded, he walked to his tent with a calm face.

Witch Slad is lost and falls into the hands of the Snow Elves! In this way, more than 1,000 of them will lose this complete suppression of strength when facing the snow elves! So Wu Slade must get it back, this artifact is the key to dealing with the snow elves, it can be said that if this artifact is lost, then this battle against the snow elves will be lost in the end!

"I think you may need help ......" A voice suddenly appeared behind Wilcas, and the moment he heard this voice, Wilcas, who was pondering a solution, subconsciously tensed his body, drew his long sword and swept it back.

The sound of "ding ......" metal was heard, and the momentum of the long sword was also a shock.

"Derryman, don't suddenly appear behind me next time......" Wilcas also realized at this time that the owner of this voice was the elusive thief Derriman. Still, he didn't have a good temper in his reply to the thief.

"Lord Wei Xu said that commanders can't be influenced by emotions." Derriman didn't care about Wilcas's sword, and with a flick of the dagger in his hand, he pushed the long sword back. Speaking of which, he appeared so abruptly behind a Nord warrior, and he was at risk of being hacked. "I have already sent a letter back to Lord Wei Xu about the situation here, and of course, some of my opinions have been attached to the letter......

"What do you think?" Wilcas also realized that his anger just now was largely triggered by the fact that this good advantage had suddenly turned into a disadvantage, and hurriedly calmed his emotions.

"Witch Slad is left behind among the snow elves, and that thing must be retrieved as soon as possible......"

"I know that, too, but what else can I do now?" Wilcas smiled wryly and spread his hands, the situation seemed to him to be basically unsolvable. Take a thousand people to rush out and grab them out? Are you kidding! Without Wu Slade, let alone twenty or thirty thousand snow elves, even five thousand snow elves themselves may not be able to eat!

"There are solutions, too." Derryman smiled softly and said confidently: "And far away in the sky, close in front of you." ”

"You mean......" Dereman's expression made Wilcas suddenly realize the identity of the guy in front of him, the big thief!" You mean you went there and stole it out? ”

However, as soon as these words came out, before Derriman could answer, Wilcas directly denied the plan: "No, you are now the most important helper of Boss Wei Xu, and it is too dangerous for you to go......"

Listening to Wilcas's words, Dereeman smiled again: "This is the only way now, the weapons of the Witch Slade will definitely be destroyed as soon as possible, so we must get it back before tonight." If we miss tonight, we may never see each other again......"

"But ......"

"Even if Lord Wei Xu is here, he will definitely agree, we can't lose Wu Slade, if we lose it, we will not be the opponent of more than 20,000 snow elves at all!"

Dreman's words finally made Wilkas give up his intention to persuade, he looked at the calm thief in front of him, and then stepped forward and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "In this case, it seems that our lives are now in the hands of you...... Go ahead and stay safe......"