"You've done enough, Lieutenant." Lothar shook his head, and Blackmore's words were like a sharp knife poking him in the chest again. In fact, he is fully responsible for this failure.

The rescue work continues, and Khadgar unleashes his divinity, constantly probing the life and magic around him.

Soon, his divinity was answered, and beneath the collapsed spire auditorium in front of him, there was a faint arcane barrier.

These ruined walls were piled up in a haphazard manner, and it was clear that there was an external force supporting them.

Compared to the barrier made by this fading arcane energy, Khadgar slowly raised his hand, and a powerful external force lifted the collapsed spire, this level of floating spell, Khadgar used it very skillfully.

Surrounded by the energy of the Arcane Barrier, a magician, using his body to protect the elven girl in his arms.

The pose looked incongruous, but he shocked all the soldiers and magicians who came to the rescue.

A warm cloud of holy light extended from Tulayan's hand, and the divine light enveloped Rollin. A spring breeze of heat flowed through Rollin's body. Recovery, redemption, Rollin reluctantly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Saved." ”

Successively, Tulayan and Khadgar found the surviving elven rangers and warriors in Dunhold. They were scattered by the orcs in all directions of the town inside the fortress, but the orcs did not have time to care about and hunt them down, and the number of casualties was not large.

After the rescue, Sir Lothar felt a little relieved to learn that the number of casualties was not large.

He is the marshal of the Alliance, and with this identity, he must rethink a way to fight the orc tribes that have already marched north.

These greenskinned tribes were in no hurry to fight them, which made Lothar feel a little uneasy. But fortunately, the fighting spirit of the soldiers is high, and there is still a chance to redeem the defeat in front of them.

In the evening's meeting, Aurelia did not attend. After she was saved, she stayed by Rollin's side.

Rollin had told her several times that he was just magically overdrawn and overworked, and that he didn't need to pay much attention to him. The Ranger General is stubborn, she doesn't listen.

Unable to resist her, Rollin could only lie down and sleep first, and when he woke up, it was already night. When I opened my eyes, there was an oil lamp hanging from the curtain in the tent. The light was not very bright, so Rollin extinguished it, and then used a small spell to make a light source. The little fireball that shines with this light, this thing, is pretty good for lighting.

Rollin's movements woke up Aurelia who was lying beside him, she also looked tired, and after Rollin fell asleep, she also fell asleep.

"Are you feeling better?" Aurelia gritted her teeth and endured her grief as she spoke.

"Well, it's much better. This time the purpose of the orc invasion of Hinterland was clear, Tyr was smart, and after the tribal army had dispersed the human forces, he led the elven squad to the towns to the west, and they all kept them well, only a few wounded. Rollin was relieved that at least, the members of their team were alive and well.

Without answering, the silent Aurelia washed a white hand towel, and Rollin's face had multiple burning scars, which she carefully wiped for him. Not only that, but Aurelia opened her magic package and took out the spare medicine she had brought from the Elven Kingdom.

Today, Sir Lothar instructed Ferdin's to deliver the medicine, but Aurelia refused, and she could take care of Rollin herself.

"Take off your clothes." Aurelia said as she wiped the gray from Rollin's face and applied the potion.

The atmosphere was awkward, although Rollin felt a little hot pain in his body. But he was still very reserved.

"Let Tyr come." Rollin said.

Aurelia sat next to Rollin, her eyes not knowing whether it was resentment or sadness, she just looked at Rollin blankly, waiting for Rollin.

Count me defeated, I'll take it off. When Rollin took off his black coat, he noticed that part of his skin was stuck to his clothes. It may have been caused when he was smashing into the ground by the burning spires around him while escaping from the dragon's flames. Such pain, the pain that comes from the skin, goes straight to the heart.

It was even worse than the feeling of the arcane energy being out of control in his body. Halfway through the shedding, Rollin's arms were shaking. Beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and Rollin endured it.

Aurelia tried to help Rollin, but before her fingers could touch Rollin's arm, Rollin was ruthless, using arcane energy to begin separating the skin and flesh that was clinging to her clothes. Just a little skin trauma, Rollin didn't hesitate for a moment.

After taking it off, a little smell of blood came from Rollin's chest. Aurelia had seen the elves hurt, and most of them were screaming to resist their pain, but Rollin was not, and after enduring the severe pain, he even smiled bitterly at himself. A smile with a pale face and lips is not funny at all, okay?

Looking at Rollin's back, which was still bleeding black blood, Aurelia's white fingers were trembling, and he asked Rollin to turn around and treat Rollin's wounds himself.

Carefully wipe, disinfect, and medicate. Aurelia did everything she could.

Her shoulders trembled, and her rapid snort belied her sadness. She was already very restrained herself, but why, this guy always made herself so uncomfortable.

He was the younger sister's, the lover of his own sister, and Aurelia reminded herself more than once. However, she still couldn't resist the yearning and hope in her heart.

As if enchanted, Aurelia felt like she was about to lose herself in front of him. He was a former general, in Silvermoon City, in the Netherlands, everywhere in Quel'Thalas. But by his side, she is not, she just wants to be an ordinary elf girl, it is enough to see him laugh, to see him look at herself peacefully, and to take care of herself.

More than once I dreamed that this man had built a hut somewhere in a quiet place in the Eternal Song Forest, and he was studying his arcane construct in the courtyard, and in the house, he had himself to cook dinner for him.

"Does it hurt?" Aurelia sobbed.

"Uh, it's okay, I can handle it." Rollin's shoulder blades moved slightly, he said.

"Liar! Nasty liars. Aurelia's tone was soft, with love in her anger.

"I can't see your face, but I can feel it, you're crying, Aurelia." Rollin said.

He should have known a long time ago that he couldn't hide anything. He was a magician, a student of two of Silvermoon City's most prominent archmages.

"Didn't you tell me before that generals can't complain and cry? It's only been a few days and you forget. Rollin comforted Aurelia.

Aurelia smeared the potion on Rollin's last wound, and he pulled Rollin's face in front of his eyes.

Looking at Aurelia with crystal on her cheeks and messy hair and some split ends, Rollin only felt that the current Aurelia was the most beautiful Aurelia.

"You're so beautiful today, the most beautiful I've ever seen." The corners of Luo Lin's mouth went up, and he smiled stupidly.