By the time Ron woke up again, the rain on the Great Plains was still falling. In such weather, both sides have apparently reached a certain degree of consensus, and when there is little difference in strength, neither has launched an offensive.

His clothes were folded and stacked next to the bed, and there was plenty of clean water that had been prepared, which Will had apparently made while he was asleep.

"You're Lord Ron?"

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, Ron caught up with a sentry in Noah's army uniform.

"It's me, where is our Legion Commander? I have something to look for him. Ron gave a military salute to the sentinel of the Principality of Noah, the soldier was quite polite to himself, obviously his identity had spread in the army, and the identity of a magician, no matter what country it was, was absolutely welcome.

The raindrops on the Great Plains were much lighter, but the muddy ground was full of standing water, and fighting in such mud puddles was something that neither side was willing to accept.

The entire camp of Noah's army was as bright as day, and with the light of the torches, Ron could see through the night the outline of the town of Yode in the west, countless corpses, lying quietly in the battlefield of Yod, these people had become victims of ethnic hatred.

The Sentinels led Ron through the tents in the camp, and at every distance he walked, Ron could see the sentries on the night shift—strange faces that looked curious in their eyes when they saw Ron.

"Lord Ron, here we are, and the Legion Captain is inside the tent. ”

As Ron pondered his words after facing the Legion Commander, Ron's thoughts were interrupted by the sentry's voice.

Ron then noticed that in front of them, there was a huge tent, and on the ground on both sides of the tent were man-high wooden sticks, and the torches on the wooden sticks illuminated the surroundings of the tent, and at the door of the tent, Ron could see two soldiers standing guard.

"Thank you. Ron took a deep breath and walked straight to the tent door.

"Who?" the two guards quickly drew their swords from their waists, swords pointed at Ron's chest, and the blades instantly went into his heart as soon as he took one step further.

"Let him in. ”

Before Ron could speak, he remembered a low, magnetic voice in the tent.

Ron's heart tensed suddenly, and the person who spoke must have been the commander of the First Legion.

With the sound of the saber unsheathed, the two sentries made way for Ron.

The air in the tent was a little dreary, and there were two people in the spacious space, he and the corps commander. In one corner of the tent, Ron saw Merial.

Ron and Meria's eyes crossed in the air, and each could see the other's look of surprise.

"Magician, Ron?"

The middle-aged man at the head of the tent slowly turned around and stared at him with interest, and Ron was also looking at the officer with the highest rank he had seen since he came to another world.

Short hair like steel needles, a scruffy beard left on the face, connecting two sideburns, a strong body that held up the entire strength of the body, and the bronzed skin seemed to contain explosive power, and the eyes seemed to be able to penetrate themselves.

"Ron has seen the Legionnaire. Ron hurriedly gave a military salute.

"My name is Toruman. A smile appeared on the corner of the commander's mouth: "I didn't expect that there would be a talent like you in the independent brigade." ”

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your coming to me?" Toruman sat cross-legged in his seat, his eyes fixed on Ron.

Ron let out a long breath and said in a deep voice, "Lord Torumman, I want to leave the front. ”

The tent fell silent, and Ron could even hear his own heartbeat.

"Leaving the front line? why?" Toruman suddenly raised his voice a little higher, and his already angular face became even more cold: "I've already seen a doctor about your situation, but it's just caused by excessive mana consumption and physical fatigue. With your strength, you can become an arm of the army. ”

"My lord, I don't want to continue fighting on the front line, and I won't be needed anymore in the current situation. Ron coughed lightly, "I don't want to see more of my fellow citizens die in front of me." ”

"Hmph, do you think that others are happy to see killing and sacrifice?" Toruman sneered, "Aren't you willing to avenge your comrades who died in battle?"

Ron could feel the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, he was facing a legion commander, and if he said the wrong thing, it was likely to be the result of his head falling to the ground.

"My lord, I think that revenge for one's fellow human beings is not just a way of war and killing. ”

"Oh, tell me, what else can be done?"

Ron could feel Merial's gaze, but at this time, he didn't have time to pay attention to the companion, "Lord Torumman, the war brings not only death, but also the destruction of cities, the dead are gone, but the living are more painful, the battle of revenge is necessary, but the reconstruction of the homeland is also indispensable, if these war refugees cannot be helped, these refugees will have to leave their homes and be displaced by the war." ”

Ron's mind conjured up the shadow of Saiana, who was an orphan of the war, and in addition to Saiana, in addition to Yod Town, there were many such beings in the Principality of Noah.

"My lord, I think that war is only a means for us to vent our anger, a means of punishing our enemies by punishing ourselves, and I hope to serve the principality in another way. ”

Ron's palms were covered with sweat, and his mind was already thinking about what would happen after being rejected by Toruman, in this case, the identity of a magician became a stumbling block, and if it were him, he would not let a magician leave from the front line.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Toruman's laughter suddenly sounded in the tent.

"Merial came to me before, almost exactly like you, and if it weren't for the fact that you were separated in different tents, I would have even suspected that you were colluding. Toruman suddenly stood up from his seat: "Since you all have such thoughts, I will not force you, your military exploits in Yode Town are enough for you to make such a request." ”

Ron's eyes were first surprised, then ecstatic.

"Now the situation in the principality is special, and I can take full responsibility for the affairs here on the Belu front. Toruman walked straight over to Ron, suddenly reaching out and handing over a piece of paper folded together.

"To the southwest of Yoder Town, there is a city called Bol, the area is about the same as Yoder Town, it is on the edge of the Great Plains of Hamp, it has only been plundered by the Beru, but fortunately it is only looted, the city defense army of Bol City is also a recruit who has just served in the army, the city lord has been cut off by the Belu people, I hope to see you active in Bol Town before the war here is over!"

Ron opened the somewhat crumpled map, and with the help of the firelight, his eyes quickly locked on the location of Bol City.

This does not mean the end of the battle, another new battle is about to begin in the city of Boer!