PS1: It's finally back. I'm too busy with exams to update and it should be the same for the next three weeks.

PS2: Thank you for playing the night moon, leistly129, and chasing the hungry for the monthly pass.

The cool morning breeze whipped up choking black smoke, and the unextinguished flames crackled on the scorched wood. The wounded, who were not yet dead, wailed on the cold mud floor, and the surviving soldiers cowered in corners unable to chew their food. The black bread issued by the quartermaster slowly softened under the saliva, and the tobacco turned into gray smoke in the dark red afterburn. The weary warrior watched inexorably as the doctors and gravediggers walked about, their leather boots removing the bloody cement slurry and carrying away the wounded and stiffened corpses.

The smoke from the burning flesh of the wood formed a dark cloud over the city, but the rays of the new sun tore it apart like a sword, casting a long-lost warmth on the battlefield.

In the middle of the broken street, a pile of lumps of lumber stood a broken Harrison blue water flag, the sackcloth flag curling ugly in the wind until a right hand grasped the broken flagpole. Riga stood up tremblingly against the hard beech stick, dragging her bloody thighs against the low wall on the side. The viscous fresh blood flowing from his palms made the hunter's hands slip a little, but the barbarians staggered against the wall, waving awkwardly at the soldiers and doctors who were not far away in the pile of dead looking for the wounded.

The two dragoninus who spotted Riga immediately ran over and even kicked a piece of burning wood at the corpse, causing it to emit a foul scorching smell. The blood-stained soldier first removed the water bladder, uncorked it with a 'whoosh' and poured clean water into the chapped lips of the Quaids. The blood droplets on his face during the battle had turned into blackened scabs, but the doctors and infantry still showed the identity of the barbarians by tearing up their dirty clothes.

"Dragon God is above, you are such a stubborn warrior as a rock. The doctor sighed as he crouched on the ground and touched the scars with his hand. "These scars are enough to make a sturdy lion collapse. ”

Her chapped and aching throat rolled and she swallowed a few quick sips of water, and Riga raised her head and took a few breaths into her chest just as her stiff beard was about to get wet. "The Harrisons have retreated, where are my companions?"

"The 'Blue Cattle' have been attacked head-on under the City of Towers, and now they are the ones who regret the long distance and the difficulty of escaping. Olivia, the sorceress, stepped across the puddle with the hem of her robe, which was about to be soaked with blood, followed by the knight who had been seriously injured by the hired mage. She was still wearing the same golden-red robe she wore before, but it was now quite torn. Flame-like beautiful and passionate curls of hair hung down from his ears. Let the Earl sort it out before proceeding. "As for your companions, I think most of them have returned to the bosom of the god of madness, and enjoyed food and wine in his temple. ”

"May the Hilrag bless them. The hunter muttered, and then he wounded his leg. "I need some liquor now, too, or the wounds will always irritate me. ”

"You will have the help of the priests. The countess forced a smile. Then she waved her hand for two soldiers carrying stretchers to come over. "The faithful servants of the dragon god will heal these wounds with divine magic. ”

With that, the warlock leaped over the mud puddle in front of him. Walked over to another soldier who crawled out of the pile of corpses. But the Mondstadt Knight, who was following closely behind, paused, and stomped his boots into the mud. "I'm sorry, Warrior Quaid. The Earl is grieving the death of her father. Sir glanced at the sorceress with a barbarian gaze incomprehensible. Then he pursed his lips and bent down slightly. "And thank you for your help, otherwise I would have been reduced to ashes or puddles of pus in a pot from Master Harrison's attack. ”

Riga nodded and was carried away on a stretcher by the Dragoninus soldiers, and the doctor who followed him finally had a chance to open his mouth and stretch his stiff tongue. "His Excellency the Count of Rose is a wretched man. The middle-aged, chubby civilian, with short, unkempt flaxen hair and a bushy beard, sighed. "My daughter is about her age, but the Earl has lost her father and brother in this war. Now the direct line of the Longinus family is only the Countess Caroline of Fort Freitburg and this delicate and beautiful rose. ”

"His father?" it was only then that the hunter reacted and asked the doctor in a surprised tone. "Grand Duke Sebstan of the 'Fire Dragon Flame'?

"Just last night. The middle-aged doctor rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and yawned a little tiredly before he began to explain. "When the Black Moon arrived in the middle, those Harrison mages attacked the Magic Tower, and you must have been fighting the Harrison soldiers. It was the Grand Duke who led the warlocks to stop them, but there were powerful thirteenth-level powerhouses among the evil mercenary mages. His Excellency had no choice but to sacrifice his life in exchange for temporary strength and kill all his enemies. ”

"Now our Countess Caroline of Fort Fredet is preparing to become the new Grand Duchess, but the Pure Rose does not want to be polluted, preferring to appear on the battlefield to appease the weary warriors. ”

"The day before we were fighting desperately to stop the Harrison invasion, but now a group of nobles has begun to fight for power. ”

"It's unbelievable. Riga rubbed his crusted beard helplessly and concluded, but then he let out a rant and curse at the middle-aged man. "Damn it. Don't poke your fingers open the wound, it's a lot more painful than when a Harrison slashes. ”

"I have to do this, unless you want to have some strips of cloth in your leg that has been healed by the priest. The doctor shrank to the side at the barbarian's yell, but he didn't pause to pull out strips of rotten cloth or dirty leather from the scabbed wound. "Swear by the name of Akpur, the god of medicine, this thing can make your body rot. After being full of maggots, they bleed pus and died. ”

"Damn. This time the Quaid didn't speak again, and after muttering, he shrunk back on the stretcher and let the doctor tear open the blood scab to find the foreign object in the wound.

Because unleashing the magic required the caster to sacrifice some life force to the gods, the large number of wounded soldiers was rarely healed by the dragon priests. Riga was lucky enough to be one of them, and he was healed by a powerful priest under the care of the countess. All the barbarian remembered was that he had been carried to the robed old man, and then the Dragoninus began to chant incantations he didn't understand at all, and placed warm hands on the wound.

The Quaid could feel the tingling on his leg wound, and he heard the cheers of his muscles, and then he couldn't help but shake a few times and sit up straight. When he stared wide, he realized that the pants on his leg had been torn into several pieces, and the place where the hideous wound should have been was now intact.