"Wars, sorrows, calamities, darkness, and sickness will pass away, and your souls will rest in peace...... May the gods be with you......"

A simple wooden frame was erected in the camp, and the five Norscan warriors who died in the battle were cremated that night...... Rhodes personally read the eulogy to them and lit a fire.

No one dared to despise them, even the Kislev soldiers who had previously treated the Norskas with contempt were all on the periphery at the moment, silently watching the scene. Without these Norscans, tonight, the camp would fall, and all of them would probably become servants of the vampires, undead......

It was the brave Norsca warriors who saved them, as well as Rod. The performance of the Lord of Blackhammer was nothing to these Norscans, who had seen thunderstorms a hundred times more powerful than this. And this scene was a miracle for the Kislev soldiers and for Caroline.

Especially the Quesa infantry, no one dared to despise the small lord and his troops in this remote area at this moment. Even the way they looked at Rhodes became extremely religious.

"They're all warriors......"

Standing next to Rod, Caroline whispered. The light of the fire reflected her slightly immature face, and at the same time, a trace of guilt hung over Caroline's face. After all, these people died to protect her.

However, Rhodes didn't blame her, she couldn't be blamed for this, as the only wizard in the team, she killed a vampire, and the other vampires naturally came to her for revenge. Whoever it is, it will be like this......

"The gods will accept them. ”

Rod whispered.

......

When night came, there was silence in the camp, deathly silent. The soldiers returned to their tents and fell asleep. The tired body could no longer withstand the toss, and in one night, they fought two battles. The fear of vampires is indelible, and even after falling asleep, it can become a nightmare in people's dreams.

Rod couldn't sleep and sat by the campfire to keep warm. Although not afraid of the cold, the feeling of burning fire always makes you feel grounded, and whatever dirty and rotten things are thrown into it, it will eventually turn into a pile of ashes, as if it can really purify evil.

Watching the light of the fire always reassures him...... Rhodes suddenly understood why Daha, the god of fire, had such a high status in Lady Kesley's beliefs, because it always gave warmth and peace of mind. Especially in a cold place like Kislev, where the winds of death are everywhere, and flames are needed to purify everything.

"Rhodes ......"

She whispered.

"Don't you sleep yet?"

Rhodes asked, turning around. Caroline stood there, wearing a close-fitting cardigan, the soft and dense material outlined her delicate figure, there was a shallow V notch in the front of the cardigan, revealing the snowy white skin, and at the end of the V-shaped neckline, the upper part of the two full snow peaks on the chest could be vaguely seen. The cuffs of the blouse are narrow, trimmed with silver thread, and buttoned with North Sea black pearls, revealing two small and delicate hands. One can imagine the ice arrow coming out of her hand as light as playing a harp.

"Well, I can't sleep. Just like you......" Caroline walked over and whispered, and she blew the dust off the ground with a little spell and sat down beside Rod.

"Let's talk about it, roast the fire, and maybe you will be sleepy when your body is warm. ”

Rod said in a slightly tired voice.

"This is your first time seeing a vampire?"

The silence was broken by Rod, who looked at the witch's side face and asked. 678

"Well, see you for the first time. ”

"As the Frost Witch, shouldn't you know a lot about these evil creatures?"

Rhodes asked, handing the flask to Caroline. It's not some dwarven spirit, it's an ordinary wine. A few lines of small letters are engraved on the glass bottle - Borås Winery, Bretonnia. Although no one knows where the winery is, there is a perception that as long as the wine is produced in Bretonnia, the quality is not too bad.

Caroline unceremoniously took the flask and took a big sip......

"Not much, actually. In the Academy of Magic, vampire materials are forbidden books, and no one can learn about them. In the library, you can find all kinds of books on astronomy, geography, and history, including those describing greenskins, beastmen, elves, and dwarves, but there are no books about vampires. ”

Caroline wiped the wine stains from the corners of her mouth with the back of her cold hand.

"Why is this happening?"

Rod asked, frowning.

"I don't know...... In short, in the Academy of Magic, the knowledge of vampires is a forbidden area, not only is there no relevant information, but once you ask about this knowledge and history, you will be scolded. In severe cases, they can even be imprisoned in a dungeon. The Mentor said that vampires have disappeared from this land for years. ”

Caroline replied gloomily. Rod could see her expression, as if she had been deceived for a hundred years, depressed. Of course, it was true, and she was deceived...... All the witch apprentices who studied at the Kislev Academy of Magic were being deceived......

And the most powerful evidence is that tonight, as a Frost Witch, she saw bloodthirsty and brutal vampire creatures with her own eyes.

"But they haven't gone away, and there are signs of recovery. Caroline, what we're seeing tonight may only be a tiny fraction of the extended family of vampires, maybe just the tip of the iceberg. ”

Rod said in as gentle a tone as he could.

Rod's words are true, otherwise there would not have been a riot in Erlengrad. Caroline had pain written on her face, and she couldn't imagine how many secrets were hidden behind her mentor and magic academy that she had always trusted.

"Why did they attack us?"

Caroline muttered to herself.

"I don't know, maybe it's because of hunger, thirst for blood, out looking for prey, just happened to run into us. Perhaps they were tracking Erlengrad's force in the first place, or maybe they were attracted by the smell of blood and came here. It took us too long to search for the captives......"

Rhodes said.

"Your injuries?"

Caroline suddenly cared, and as she spoke, she naturally took Rod's hand and put it in the palm of her hand to study it. The rough palms were full of calluses, and the backs of the hands were covered with scars. After all, a warrior's hands cannot be too well maintained. It was a pair of hands that had been bitten off by a manticore, and a hand that had been cut by a sword. Caroline held it in her hand and rubbed it repeatedly, as if she were a skilled doctor who could diagnose the disease. The delicate and white fingers gently pinched Rod's fingers, making Rod feel slightly embarrassed......

"It's okay, it's just a flesh wound. ”

Rod said, a small smile on his lips.