Support came more slowly than expected.

Or rather, the situation is worse than they expected.

An hour is a long time, but it is like a century.

The potions in the space are being consumed infinitely.

Baby's weapons are stained with blood, beautiful limited-edition gear is broken, and both the blue and blood bars are crushed to the extreme.

A second is also stretched out to an incomparably long time.

What to do?

Are you going to die?

Death had never been so close to them at this moment.

In the midst of infinite torment.

When they thought they were going to die in this place.

Reinforcements arrived.

The guards of the 10 families suddenly emerged from the teleportation array.

After saving the young master and young lady of his family for the first time, he rushed towards those demonic beasts.

The second-year teenagers, whose bodies and minds had become extremely stiff, gave this order: "Go and save the city." ”

Although there are many supplies to support them to persevere, human bodies and data are still different, as long as they are living beings, there must be a certain limit.

At this point, the teenagers have reached their limit.

After being rescued, the priest gave them several healing techniques before their consciousness gradually returned.

"Ah, I'm still alive."

An hour before the support arrived, everyone felt as if they had lost some memory, and the whole person was in a daze.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had used up all the potions in the space equipment.

The potion can pull back their blue bars and blood bars so that they don't die, but the great mental fatigue will not be relieved like this.

How many times did their blue bars and health bars empty in just an hour? 100 or 500, or 1000?

I don't know, I can't remember, I don't have any memory.

Thanks to them, in order to be able to represent the school, they started training hard half a year in advance.

It has become an instinct to calculate the effect of the use of the potion and the replenishment of the blue and red bars, so that the potion is not wasted.

At this time, they deeply regretted that they did not stock more.

Several major pharmacies in Lanceville have made a lot of preparations for this damp activity, and even Xinglong Territory, where various facilities and conditions are gradually improving, have also seized the time to open a lot of pharmacies.

But it was still too difficult to get these apothecaries to supply the entire continent.

As early as a month ago, all kinds of potions became nervous.

Most of the potions in their space were bought all at once a long time ago.

I usually use a lot of training in the school and in the arena, but this time I was able to wait for support before the stock was exhausted, which is really a miracle.

This kind of person is panting for breath, and there is no fear in his eyes.

After all, such a thing was not expected by them before they set off.

In their imagination, they have so much sophisticated equipment, and so many potions of high level, they should appear in the city as saviors.

It's a pity that there is still a lot of gap between reality and imagination.

Just an hour has already left them exhausted and out of breath.

And not only did they use this part of the potion themselves, but they also had to divide a large part of the potion for those who were hurting.

Windsor's limbs were trembling as she stood up, and her father arrived.

A scolding of the head and face was smashed.

"I thought you were a smart kid, but look what you're up to?! How can you be so disobedient?! Why did you refute the prince's face and run to this place? Do you think you're amazing?! Do you think you're some kind of bullshit savior? You're nothing! ”

The Duke who had always been proud was so angry that he wanted to point at Windsor and scold while jumping, which was rare and terrifying.

Lv.163 When the deterrence of the legendary great swordsman is suppressed, just a little anger is enough to overwhelm the person.

"Lady Wen, Lord Windsor...... two-thirds of the little girl whose body was stained red with blood struggled to raise her head under such terrible pressure.

Her left eye was covered in blood, and her right eye had been cleaned, but it was clearly sunken into a hole and the entire eyeball was removed.

When the house was destroyed, a piece of wood shattered, and the sprinkling of wooden thorns stuck straight into her eye, not the whole thorn through her head, all because of Windsor, who grabbed the thorn at the last moment.

But when Windsor rescued her, because she couldn't heal magic, and she didn't have the corresponding potion in her hand, her entire eyeball had been pierced by wooden thorns. Life is chosen between life and eyeball, and the eyeball can only be removed.

How terrible is enucleation without anesthetics? But that eyeball is nothing compared to leaving this precious life behind.

She smiled gratefully at Windsor: "Thank you, Lord Windsor! ”

Windsor's eyes suddenly burst into tears uncontrollably.

She didn't cry when fighting these monsters.

Even if it was because she drank too much blue medicine and had an extra debuff on her body, which might cause permanent sequelae, she didn't think too much about it, and drank the potion one by one.

Windsor, who entered the battle state, didn't think of anything in her mind, it could be said that it was completely blank, and all she saw was the monster and the injured human in front of her.

When her father scolded her harshly and scolded her, Windsor thought to herself in a trance, is it really worth it?

Her father was one of the most powerful dukes in the empire, and her future husband could be the half-brother of the king of the empire, and would also be a high-ranking masterpiece.

She has the wealth to fill a lake and build a mountain.

But all that is if she is alive and that she has the strength to protect these treasures.

For the sake of some blood and impulses from above, it is very likely to lose all this, is it worth it?

It's worth it, it's worth it!

"Thank you, Lord Windsor!"

"Thank you, Master George!"

"Thank you, Lord Victoria!"

The rescued people regained some strength and loudly expressed their gratitude to the savior who had come to their rescue.

How can a "savior" be called a savior?

Save the world?

But for these ordinary people who are as small as a city, their lives and their families are their whole world.

All kinds of weak voices converge to form a great force.

The teenagers who rushed to the rescue had tears on their faces.

In their imagination, they should be dashing and powerful, slashing countless demonic beasts with a single swing of a heavy sword, and saving countless lives with a single swing of a staff.

But the reality is small, they can only rely on their own strength to kill some magical beasts with difficulty, and save some people's lives with difficulty.

Each limp corpse never moved again, as if mocking their incompetence and pathos.

They are not heroes or saviors, how can they be such useless heroes? How can they be such an incompetent savior?

But those who were saved by them said—

"Thank you, Lord Windsor!"

They are not saviors or heroes, but they are great Lord Windsor, Lord George, Lord Victoria!

A greater being than those ethereal heroes and saviors.

The teenagers buried their faces in their hands, and their hearts trembled with tears.

"It would be nice if、If only I had come earlier, if I could be stronger, if only I could resurrect the arts......"

Windsor cried for a while, then raised her head and said to her father with a firm gaze: "Dad, I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be Windsor, is it okay?" ”

Since she was born, Windsor knew that her future was not determined by herself, she could be a rich flower in the world, but since she was born in this big family, she must contribute her own strength to the glory and longevity of the family.

"At least until I get married, I want to chase my own dreams, okay?"

"My own dream", a word and future that was originally extremely far away from her, was something that she had never thought of.

But to hear so many people shouting her name with words of gratitude and looking into her eyes with loving eyes.

Windsor grew a little bored with the same future as her father, mother, and sisters.

Being born in a noble family is a happy thing, but it is also a thing that has no choice.

She'll go down the established path after she gets married, but at least until she gets married—

"Please, Dad!"

The words that were broken by choking came out of her throat, matching the black crowd behind her.

The huge impact force made the old duke, who had experienced countless winds and waves, couldn't help but feel extremely shocked.

At this moment, Windsor is not cute, delicate, and beautiful, not to mention the wealth of flowers in the world, not even the image of a flower.

Her hair, face, clothes, fingers, and staff were stained with blood and fragments of her internal organs.

There are Warcraft and her own, not only is it embarrassing, but the whole person exudes a fishy smell.

If Prince Arvid stood in the position of the old duchess, then Windsor would no longer be able to become the future prince and concubine.

But it was not Prince Arvid who was in this position, but Windsor's biological father.

Although the old duke is cold-blooded, he still has some feelings for his daughter.

He looked at such a daughter, and his heart was not angry, but there were many sour and sour things that spread from the bubbling in his heart, and his eyes began to sour.

In the end, he just said: "Forget it, when you suffer in the future, you should regret it!" ”

His words were extremely merciless, but Windsor smiled happily.

"Dad, it's great that I can be your daughter in this life!"