Enoch cursed, slapping his mount's hips hard, his hands aching with each slap. "Miruria, stop them!"

The scout sat up straight on his horse, quickly turned and raised his bow and arrows, and tried his best to aim at the mage flying in front of him in the constant jolting, the bowstring sounded, and no one could see the path of the bow and arrow in the darkness. At the moment when the scout estimated that the bow and arrow should hit the mage, a burst of light lit up in front of the mage, and quickly flashed to the sides in an arc, and the bow and arrow slammed into the arc and was bounced to the side. "Damn, no, they have shields. ”

"Hell, go into that woods!" Enoch pointed to a grove in the distance, and although the trees were only bare branches, they couldn't think of anything better now.

A scorching breath came from behind, and the shadows of the three were projected in front of them. "Fireball, be careful!" Fern didn't have to look back to know what was going to attack them next.

All three of them tried their best to drive their mounts along the curve, and the fireball hit the mud beside the scout, and the explosion and sparks startled the scout's mount, and Miruria was nearly lifted off his horse, and the scout pressed the weight of his body to the side before he could barely stabilize his mount.

Fireballs kept flying from behind, and the dirt around them was blown up, splashing on the three of them, and the three horses ran hard in the gaps, and the riders controlled their mounts with all their might, thanks to their good riding skills, they were able to keep running so far.

But after all, they couldn't always keep an eye on the movement behind them, and the two mages had already figured out how they were dodging, and two fireballs hit the mercenary and scout horses accurately, and the two horses raised their front legs and neighed, knocking the two riders off their horses and knocking them to the ground.

Miruria quickly scrambled to her feet, pointing an arrow at her back, but the mages did not let their guard down, and the bow and arrow were still blocked by the shield. With great difficulty, Fern braced himself up with his injured hand and tightened his grip on the sword in the stone to block the scout's side. Enoch also folded back from the front, rolled over and dismounted, and stood beside Fern with his sword clenched in a contorted face.

"It doesn't look good, we have no chance of winning. Enoch hissed in pain as he spoke.

"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, I will surrender as long as they are willing to heal you. Fern lowered his sword.

"Hell, I don't need to! Fight to the death!" Enoch raised his sword and rushed forward, only to be grabbed by Fern and pulled back.

"My hand can't hold you a second time, listen, Enoch. Fern looked at the warrior sternly. "Everyone has only one life, mine is yours, and so is Miruria, and no one should die for anyone else. ”

"My mission is my honor! What is my life compared to honor!" the warrior shouted and tried to rush forward.

The mercenary stepped in front of him. "Think of Miruria, she's been with you for so many years and has done so many tasks with you, do you think it's really just Maurice who happened to put you together?"

The warrior froze in place, and turned his head to look at the scout with a glitter in his eyes, and the girl bit her lip with a cute look in her eyes.

"That's enough, that's it, we've done our best, only if we're alive, there's hope. Fern patted the warrior on the shoulder. "Leave it to me. ”

The mercenary lowered his sword and walked slowly towards the mages. "Are you here to capture me? I'm willing to go back with you, as long as you heal this warrior's wounds. ”

The mage's hand in the lead lit up and illuminated their faces, and the mage's faces looked strange in the darkness. "Very well, you finally gave up, but you don't have any bargaining chips with us now, and you killed the three of us and wanted to surrender so simply?"

The warrior and scout were ready for a last-ditch fight behind the mercenary, and Fern frowned. "What do you want. ”

"It's simple. "The mage who took the lead had gray hair and a beard that hung down to his chest. "We may not kill you, but we will not heal you, but I will give you and the woman a bite on the chest, and let you and the Altuna endure the pain together, and see which of you can make it to the Mage's Tower. ”

Ferne's eyes widened in anger. "Is this what Etiyesh taught you, and if you don't kill us on the Sky Bridge, we won't be forced to kill your people. ”

"Blame yourselves for always escaping from our hands to drive Etiyesh to this point, he doesn't care if you live or die anymore. The archmage's other hand flashed with fire.

Fern suddenly charged forward, the sword was already half a body away in front of the archmage, the invisible shield was still there, the mercenary was jerked backwards, and fell in front of his companion, his aching hand could no longer hold anything, and the sword in the stone fell to the side.

"I'm sorry, Enoch, Miruria, for bothering you. Fern struggled to his feet and stood in front of the two. "Let me block this blow for you. ”

"Bastards, the people of Artuna will not let their comrades sacrifice themselves to survive. Enoch's contorted face was made even more fierce by anger, and the warrior hugged the mercenary from the side. "I let Morris down. ”

The scout calmly grabbed the warrior's arm, his eyes filled with sadness, and Enoch put his arm around the girl's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Miruria, I apologize for my neglect of you, but it's too late, please forgive me. ”

The girl nodded slightly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Are you all done? We are so merciful that you should not be too sad to give you enough time to talk so much nonsense, because you will still be a companion on the road. The archmage laughed, laughter echoing through the silent night, and fireballs gradually formed, bigger than before.

"Etiyesh is really depraved, look at what has become of his men, and he still has a good word for forcing others to kill. An old voice suddenly sounded from the side, and Fern's heart shook, and he remembered the voice.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, a figure who didn't know when it appeared there, and no one noticed when he was there.

"Who!" the fireball in the archmage's hand was interrupted, turning into a ball of light that flew towards the figure, illuminating him.

The old man's pointed hat and colorful patched cloak stand out. "Sure enough, it was him, the bard. Fern muttered to himself.

"Who are you who dare to meddle in the mage's tower?" the archmage was visibly annoyed that the bard had interrupted his spell.

"Just a few of you, you are not qualified to know my name. The voice of the chant was loud, and he changed his timid appearance in Icahn Village before, and everyone present was overwhelmed by his momentum.

"Who the hell are you?" even the archmage felt the pressure, and the four mages worked together to weave a stronger shield in front of them.

The old man did not answer them, but turned to Fern and the others. "You go and wait for me in the woods in front, and I'll come to you when I'm done here. The bard's gaze wandered over the mercenaries and warriors, then into Enoch's skeptical eyes. "If you care about your wounds, you should listen to me and wait for me there. ”

Enoch hesitated, and Fern pushed him towards his mount. "Let's go, Miruria, and help him. ”

Miruria helped Enoch climb onto his horse, and the pain in his chest had made it almost impossible for the warrior to make any more exerted movements. It was not easy for Fern to get on the horse himself, he tried to use all his strength on his feet, and his hands only played a balancing role. The three of them left the mages behind and rode slowly towards the woods.

To Fern's surprise, there was no sound of magic behind them until they rode into the woods, much to Enoch's dismay. "I think we should take this opportunity and get out of here right now and continue north to Arturas. ”

"I think we should wait here, your injuries won't last up to Arturas. Fern had dismounted and sat against a tree trunk.

"I can last a few more days. Enoch grabbed his chest with his right hand, his face very ugly.

"I'm sure you won't die before you get to Arturus, but even if you were rescued then, you'd be crippled and a wreck, would you rather be able to do nothing and stay in bed all day?" Fern glanced at Miruria, the scout silently clearing the ground from the wet leaves and snow. "If not for yourself, think about other people. ”

Enoch frowned, as if he was engaged in a psychological struggle, and finally the warrior sighed, flipped off his horse, and walked to the clearing that the scout had just cleared and sat down on the ground. "But there's no fighting at all, and the bard won't just talk and scare the mages away. ”

"It's possible that the chant is not simple, maybe he is also an archmage. Fern took out a jug of wine and tossed it to the warrior. "Drink some and relieve the pain. ”

The warrior took the wine and took a few large sips, apparently the pain had tormented him to the point where he could not stand it.

"It would be great if that was the case, Enoch would be saved. A gleam flashed across Miruria's face, but immediately she remembered something. "Of course, Fern's injuries can be healed. ”

The mercenary laughed with difficulty, and the hoarse laughter did not mean the slightest lightheartedness. "I'm fine, he can heal Enoch. ”

"No, Fern, hands are a swordsman's life, and if a swordsman can't even hold a sword, how can he live. Miruria shook her head and looked at the mercenary earnestly.

"If he can't live, he can go to farming, if he can still hold a hoe in his hand, if he can't, he can go to the farm or the inn to do some odd work, he can always live. Fern shrugged.

"If I could never lift my sword again, I would rather rush to death and die with the dark tide. Enoch looked at his bandaged hands, grimacing.

"Warrior, you should listen to mercenaries, a person's life is not only about fighting. The old voice came from behind.

Enoch and Miruria put their hands on their weapons alertly, but Fern was unmoved.

"Make a fire, girl, I can't see their wounds in the dark. The pointed hat of the bard was faintly visible even in the darkness of the night. "You don't have to worry that a mage will see the fire, and no one will disturb you tonight. ”

Miruria hurriedly agreed, and took out the flint and velvet, and in a few moments the fire was lit, and the scout picked up some dry branches from nearby, and slowly pushed them into the flames.

Enoch watched warily as the bard approached him, until he got close enough to see his eyes. "Take off your clothes, warrior, and get some rest. The warrior suddenly relaxed, he was no longer wary, and his eyes full of kindness and wisdom filled his heart with peace.