Lear didn't wait for the official Wizard's Badge made of Guernian Brass, but Lauren Beyer, one of the Vice-Deans, promised him that he had passed the test and would have the badge delivered to him as soon as he applied to the Mage Guild, regardless of where he was.

Lear said that it didn't matter, and that the mage badge really didn't matter to what was in front of him.

Because war has come.

Faster than anyone expected, on the first full moon day after the academy competition, Bracada's army had already crossed the vast Gobi of Krurod and appeared in front of the land of Tataria, and the commander sent by the Wizard King this time was Bracada's famous playboy Viscount Christine, who was famous in the fairy forest and in the land of Bracada, oh more precisely, in the beds of the beautiful ladies of these two places.

Even Tataglia's taverns and bards say he is a rice bucket, and his ability to lift a woman's skirt is far better than his ability to command an army, but there is one thing that even the enemies who have fought against him have to admit, and that is that he is very rich.

He was so rich that in his army, every thousand-man squad was equipped with a ballista squad and a catapult squad, and these expensive weapons of war were as random as children's toys in his army, and he was also keen on them.

Christine's lack of great command skills has become the consensus of the generals and nobles in these perennial conflicting countries, and even he himself has admitted this in a private occasion, but the convenience of overhauling war equipment has earned him the nickname "The Nightmare of the City".

So after hearing that the commander of the enemy army this time was Viscount Christine, the top brass of Tartaglia was also mixed.

To avoid a battle with Christine, the Marsh Queen of Tartaglia sent her most fierce general, Glitan, to lead 10,000 swamp warriors—a mixed force of werewolves, lizardmen, Corleone dragons, human warriors, and animal tamers.

Gretan led the warriors of Tartaglia deep into the desert, and the scorching sun and scorching desert climate could not dampen their determination to defend their ancestral land, and they marched through the swamps, over the hills, and into the desert to find Christine's army under the scorching sun and icy moon.

The Heroic Spirit of the Hydra God blessed them, and on a drizzling evening, they finally found the Bracada invaders.

The encounter was hasty, and Viscount Christine and his captains were surprised to see the swamp population suddenly appear on the sandy line, and it was in this surprise that the brave General Gritain led his men to launch the first charge against the enemy.

And for the last time.

Because their first charge was so heroic, the whole army was engulfed in the high morale of destroying the invaders and defending their homeland, and all of them chanted the holy name of Varik, the god of hydra, and even the slinging dwarves who joined them in the middle were infected by this atmosphere, and they desperately followed the troops forward and kept throwing all kinds of stones at the enemy with their giant slingshots.

So when Christine ordered the pikemen and shieldmen in front to disperse, and the five hundred siege crossbows and a hundred catapults in the rear showed their fangs, General Grita and his warriors of Tartaglia became targets for movement.

The battle started in a hurry, the process was so monotonous, but the ending was obvious.

After the first round of ballista volleys, General Gretan lost nearly a fifth of his army, but his army only advanced less than two hundred meters, and then the catapults used their axes to cut the cable holding the machine in place, and when General Gretan struggled to cut off his left arm that had been smashed by the boulder and stood up again, the huge arrows on the opposite ballista array reflected a little cold light in the hot sun.

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The end result of the battle was that General Gritan shouted Long live the Marsh Queen and stabbed his cutlass in the chest, and his army was left with the vultures hovering in the sky for 10,000 warriors, except for the stone-throwing dwarves who fled in a hurry at the beginning of the battle.

Not a single one surrendered.

The loss on Bracada's side was due to the destruction of several ballistae due to overloading, and another catapult team accidentally tossed the steering axis and threw the boulder into their own team, causing the horrific effect of seven dead and four wounded, and Viscount Christine only smiled when he heard about this, and announced that he had given the soldier a pot of good wine so that he would not be afraid and blame himself.

Thus ended the Battle of the Sorot Desert, which was tragically written in the Tatarian annals.

If there was any comforting news, it was that General Gretan had finally received the credit he deserved, according to the messenger sent by the Queen of the Swamp to question the Stone-throwing Dwarven Tribe.

When General Gritan charged the enemy, he found that his opponent probably had an army of no less than 50,000 men.

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The most immediate consequence of this battle was that the battle line of Tartaglia was completely reduced, and the queen and the nobles finally gave up the naïve idea of rejecting the enemy from the country after consulting with the nobles, and turned to the full defense of the city, and Viscount Christine burped loudly when he heard the news, and he raised his glass in the direction of Nireel, the capital of Tartaglia.

"To the beautiful and wise Queen of the Marshes. ”

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Lear didn't have to leave Palofodi, as his teacher Aryriel had told him personally, but he wasn't happy at all.

Because according to his teacher, the reason why he didn't have to leave was because Tartaglia had now begun to clear the wilderness and no longer seek field battles, and all the cities had become positions, and Palofodi, as a magic academy that had been established for more than two hundred years, was also the last barrier of Tartaglia on the Sorot Desert.

So Lear finally figured out why Paloferdi, just as an academy of magic, needed to travel thousands of miles to bring magic boulders to cast walls up to ten meters high.

It turned out that everything was in the service of the war.

"I ask you one last time, are you sure you want to stay and fight with us against the invaders, I want you to know that you have no such obligation, but that you will pay the most serious and probably the cost of your life. ”

Elleriel stood in front of Lear once more, looking at her most proud student, but there was a contradictory glint in her eyes.

"Yes, my teacher, if there's one thing I want to do right now, it's to repay you. ”

After feeling her solemnity, Lear didn't dare to hang on anymore, and he looked into the teacher's eyes very seriously and replied.

Elieriel's red lips opened and closed slightly, but finally nothing more, and she opened her arms to hold Lear in her arms.

"You will be the pride of my life. “

"Promise me that if we still face defeat in the end, you will leave and live well, because I have been inspired by the goddess of light in my dreams, and your achievements will be far higher than mine, and you will even become a light that lights up this dark world. ”

She kissed Lear lightly by the hair and whispered in his ear.

Of course, if you're willing to let me go a little bit, because your chest is already stuffy and I'm about to run out of breath.

Lear thought helplessly.

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