Battle of Fontas (4)

For the first time in her life, Lucia suffered a loss in magic.

From the time she learned magic to becoming an eighth-level wizard, she has been hiding her abilities.

But even the child with a natural talent for creating spells could not defeat her with magic at the moment.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she was sure it was magic.

Instead of teleporting, Leonardine directly crossed the gap in time and space and came in front of her.

In her hand, she had a dagger made of insulating stone that she had temporarily received from someone else.

The dagger broke through the magic shield on Lucia's body and went straight to her head as if it was nothing.

The distance was so close that even if she regained consciousness, she would not be able to send herself away.

Ronaldinho is determined to win this time!

At this moment, dark green walls rose up in front of them at the same time.

Alex and Ola subconsciously drew back their swords.

The fierce dagger in Leonardine's hand stabbed into the "dark green wall".

"Hold!"

She couldn't help but curse.

It was a wall made of thick vines.

At the critical moment, Lucia and Bixi were saved!

A thick vine stretched out and wrapped around the two people's waists, then quickly contracted, taking them to the back.

There was a short figure wrapped in a black robe.

Alex recognized her instantly and murmured, "Nineve..."

Ninifer had the knights catch the two wizards, and they moved quickly.

Before she left, she looked in Alex's direction and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Leonardine kicked over the table, but still not satisfied, she paced around the tent with her hands folded.

Marcia comforted her, "We have achieved our first goal."

Leonardine raised her eyebrows. "I was so damn close to killing that old witch!"

Ola asked Alex, "Do you know the man who took them away?"

Alex: “……We met once when we went to Saran.”

He could actually understand Nineveh's actions. After all, the two countries were at war, and it was impossible for her not to help her own people.

However, he also regretted that he could not kill Lucia directly.

Ola then said: "There is no time to review and regret now, we can't miss this opportunity!"

The two great wizards of Saranqin were both seriously injured. Although they did not die, it was difficult to heal quickly because of the fragments of insulation stone. Most of the soldiers' weapons had not been replenished yet.

The Chuone army had already assembled, and led by Ora and others, they pushed forward and forced Saranqin back from Boyi to their borders.

However, due to the presence of senior knights such as Anlenon, it took them more than a month to achieve this.

Southwestern battlefield, central part of Amiel territory.

More than a month ago, Inger followed their plan and sent Kunpewu and Alsophila to dive into the mountain to explore the granary.

The two men acted stealthily and quickly, and it only took them two days to find out the exact location of the key granary.

They used a tactic to lure the Frost Dragon Riders away with their troops, and then Inger directly activated the teleportation and went straight into the middle of the Liweil camp.

He set a huge fire.

He had set fires before, but that time he had used made-up sentences.

* “The wind blew and a huge flame arose, and the river oars rose into columns of smoke. The powerful people burned Kunlun, and the light shone on the islands.” (1)

This was the first time he used ancient poetry to compose a spell.

The flames fell from the sky like a giant and blew up the grain warehouses.

Strong westerly winds accompanied the fire, and fireballs fell from nearby hilltops, burning fiercely.

Inger ignored him and ran away after setting the fire.

However, he later learned in the tent that the Ice Knight had been held back longer than he had imagined, and the fire had spread more severely than he had imagined.

"What do you mean? The fire hasn't stopped yet?"

The soldier who reported the news was very happy, but he also restrained his tone when he saw his superior with a look of disbelief.

"...Yes, that fire, the wizard couldn't put it out even with ordinary water."

Inger rushed over again.

In the devastated enemy food storage camp, only charred ruins, large areas of ice and flames remained.

The Frost Rider riding a flying dragon in the distance saw Inger's figure from afar and immediately retreated.

Below them was a group of anxiously retreating Liweier soldiers, and the Chune army was chasing them relentlessly.

Inger fell down and helped capture the Livier soldiers who had not had time to withdraw.

Veronica had already disappeared.

The charred soil and the ruins of buildings were wetted by the melting ice, giving off a nauseating smell.

There were also charred corpses that were difficult to identify mixed in.

The curled up bodies seemed to illustrate how miserable and painful their deaths were.

Passing by such a land, Inger healed the surviving Livil soldiers with a cold face.

He learned from the report of his own soldiers after the investigation that Li Weier began to evacuate as soon as he saw the fire. Eighty percent of the soldiers withdrew immediately when they saw that the fire could not be easily extinguished. This was the credit of the decisive decision-making of the opposing officers.

But because the incident happened suddenly, many of them were burned to death.

When the captives of Levi saw Inger, they spat blood and spit in front of him.

"You incendiary monster!"

Yes, even such a person he cured without saying a word.

Burns are the most painful injuries.

Because the clothes were stuck, it took a lot of effort to heal everyone.

Some of them committed suicide because they did not want to be treated by him.

He just had it covered with a white cloth and numbly moved on to the next one.

After barely making it to the end, Inger went back and vomited out all the food he had eaten in the morning, then passed out from exhaustion.

The largest granaries were destroyed, the war situation suddenly intensified, and Li Wei'er had to take measures.

Rudolf stood in front of Elena and said, "I have a way to kill that wizard."

Although Elena hated this guy, she still said, "Speak."

Rudolf raised his lips and said, "Before I came here, I dispersed my team in Chune. I asked them to change their names and live in Chune. Some of them have lost contact, but I still keep in touch with them. Some have joined the army."

A military officer laughed angrily: "Why did you tell us now that you have an undercover agent? Why haven't you taken action yet?"

Rudolf said sarcastically, "If there was a level 7 knight with the strength of a level 8 knight around you like a fly, I wouldn't be able to find a chance to attack him."

The officer looked at him with a red face and angrily.

Elena asked: "What do we need to do?"

Rudolf spread his hands and said, "You don't need to do anything. Just wait." He paused and added, "Of course, if you don't feel sorry for your subordinates, you can send some prisoners over and cooperate. They don't kill prisoners anyway. My people are very smart. Soon, he will find an opportunity to take action during this period of time."

Elena narrowed her eyes: "Is it because Alex went to the north?"

Rudolf smiled and said, "That's why it's possible. It's just a pity that he can't see it with his own eyes."

Elena frowned and found that she still disliked this man.

September 5, 1893

As usual, Benton joked with his comrades as he handed over his shift from patrol.

"Benton, why are you going there? Why don't you go back and rest?"

Benton whistled a few times. "Take care of that problem down there!"

"Yeah."

"I can tell what's in your heads at a glance. I'm just going to be a farmer and fertilize the plants!"

"Hahahaha, get out of here!"

Benton went into the woods and climbed up. After he left the patrol line, he lowered his body and his frivolous and lazy eyes suddenly became sharp.

He dug up the soil following the marks he had made, took out the gun parts, assembled them in a few seconds, filled the magazine, crouched down, and reached a cliff.

Using two natural rocks as cover, he poked his gun out from the gap.

Perfect sniping spot.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the medical tent below.

An ordinary medical camp with a window for ventilation, which had just been opened. The location was very good. He could see most of the scenery inside the tent through the window.

Benton touched the gun barrel, adjusted the sight, and observed quietly for a while.

He held his breath and concentrated, but couldn't help but admire in his heart.

【This thing is simply amazing.】

He thought that when he went to the other side in the future, he could leave everything else behind but he must take this gun back. Even if it was of no use to him in the future, it would be nice to keep it as a souvenir.

Soon, the target he had been thinking about for months appeared in the aiming circle.

Inger Nyka, his current superior, a major-level officer in Chunie, a staff officer, the actual combat commander, and... a military doctor.

Whether they were Livil or Chune soldiers, they would shudder with fear upon hearing this name.

Benton was also treated by him several times.

He silently observed Inger's movements in various war zones.

This person is either commanding and fighting on the front lines, or running around providing treatment.

He not only treated his own soldiers, but also the enemy's soldiers.

To Benton, this was incomprehensible.

From his point of view, captives exist to be exchanged for hostages, tortured for information, and used to vent anger.

He had been a mercenary for so many years and was prepared to be treated like this.

Sometimes death is a better relief for them.

But this person would never tolerate such a thing happening.

He always had a stern face, but he was always conscientious in his treatment and always tried to reduce the pain of the wounded as much as possible, even though many of the prisoners' injuries might have been caused by himself.

Attack the opponent with terrifying magic, and then heal the opponent.

[I am really full. 】

Benton admitted, however, that he might be more gifted at mental torture.

At least he put himself into the feelings of those captives, just like swallowing a dozen flies alive.

Benton was patient.

He couldn't make a move when Prince Chu was circling around him. The reaction ability of a high-level knight could not be broken by a bullet.

So he waited for the time when the knight would leave.

He found a suitable sniper location, stole an insulated rifle and buried it there.

The timing of Inger's arrival was calculated and the patrol schedule was adjusted.

Everything is perfect.

He clearly knew the role this person played in the war between the two countries.

However, this mission is more dangerous than he imagined, and he has already been thinking about how to get more benefits from their boss after success.

Although their boss has a strange temper, he is very generous in this regard.

As long as he could return alive, he would be able to obtain titles, fiefdoms, and generations of glory and wealth.

Benton suppressed his excitement and licked his cracked lips.

He has been in the mercenary world for so many years, isn't it just to settle down one day?

His survival was partly due to luck, but more so to strength.

He has no desire for power and no ambition. He just wants to escape from the days of living on the edge of a knife.

This is the last mission.

Cheryl happened to be in the war zone and heard Inger coming over and ran over to see him.

As expected, she met Inger in the medical tent.

Inger was concentrating on treating a prisoner's broken limb, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Cheryl felt her body and found it was dirty, so she borrowed a clean cotton cloth from the nurse, bent down, and gently wiped Inger's sweat.

The captive lay in bed and watched in horror as his broken body grew back together over time.

His heart, which had just fallen into despair, began to beat again.

He really thought he would become a cripple in the future.

But who would have thought that this most terrifying wizard of the enemy could even heal broken limbs.

He looked at the exhausted wizard with a complicated expression and subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but the words got stuck in his throat.

His injury was also caused by the enemy soldiers. Should he still say thank you to them?

Inger didn't even look at his face, nor did he stand up. He turned to the other person lying down.

Cheryl didn't have the heart to disturb him at first, but later, seeing that his face was getting worse, she couldn't help but say, "Ying, take a rest and leave it to others."

Inger looked around and said hoarsely, "Everyone is busy and has no time."

Cheryl pursed her lips and said, "Ying, would it be better for you to take a rest before continuing, or wait for two days after being dizzy before continuing?"

Hearing this, Inger stopped and turned around and said, "Cheryl, thank you for your concern, but I know my condition, and it's really okay. You must be very tired too, so take the time to rest."

Cheryl pursed her lips and said, "Are you still worried about me? I'm in much better health than you."

The injured person in front of him also spoke.

"Sir, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm numb from the wound and it doesn't hurt. I won't die if I stay like this for two days." The soldier looked at Inger's expressionless face and explained: "I'm not lying down because I'm lazy. It's just that... Sir, you are the most important. Take care of yourself and don't waste your magic on us."

Others looked over as well.

Although the emotions are somewhat complicated.

But over the past few months, they have seen Inger's efforts.

How could I not feel it?

There is no one among them who does not hate the status quo, the endless fighting.

It's all despairing.

But surviving is ultimately a joy.

Many of their comrades died on the spot.

The one who saved them from the brink of death time and time again was this thin young man in front of them.

Whether they are enemies or friends.

Most of them had been treated by Inger, and Inger never asked for anything from them.

Inger handed him a glass of water and said calmly, "I am no different from you. There is no such thing as precious or not precious life."

He continued, "It's true that magic power cannot be wasted, but it's not a waste if it's used to save lives."

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

Prioritize the serious and minor injuries and save as many lives as possible.

This was the best he could do.

But it still can't cover up the fact that he has lost his life.

This is war.

He killed people and saved people at the same time.

Killing someone in order to save them is a shameful statement that cannot be spoken out loud.

No matter how many people are saved, those who died can never come back.

How ridiculous.

Those eyes looking at him seemed to remind him again and again how hypocritical he was.

Originally, I stepped onto this battlefield for my own selfish desires.

Suddenly, Cheryl reached out, held Inger's face, and lifted him up.

Cheryl's cheeks were still covered with thick dust and blood, but her eyes were still bright.

"Ying! You didn't even look at me properly when I came!"

Inger looked at her blankly and asked, "Cheryl, are you...hurt?"

Cheryl pouted and said, "No, I'm fine!"

Inger didn't know what she wanted to say.

Cheryl patted his head like she was patting the golden retriever at Bibidai's house: "Don't think too much, just do what you think you should do."

Inger was stunned for a moment.

"I noticed that you've been thinking about all sorts of things since Alex left. You're very upset."

Inger was dumbfounded as he looked at the serious girl's face.

Nothing to say.

Cheryl said, "We want to end the war, right? I don't think this goal is wrong. Saving lives can't be wrong either. So what on earth are you thinking about?"

Inger found that he envied Cheryl's big heart and optimism.

She didn't seem to take death seriously.

Cheryl laughed: "Ying, do you think I don't care about killing people?"

Inger was stunned.

Cheryl stared at him, her light blue eyes and the blue bird at the corner of her eyes seemed to be shining with dazzling light. "I am your friend after all. Don't think that only Alex can understand what you are thinking. I didn't tell you that day that I also regretted not killing the tyrant, because he would bring us a lot of trouble in the future. My brother and I swore that we would not hesitate again in the future."

She continued calmly, "I love being cute with my brother and you because you are my family and friends. But this is a battlefield and we all have goals to accomplish. It was my own decision to step onto this battlefield and I have no regrets even if I die."

"Ying, you and Alex, what you tolerate is definitely not something I can understand. My brain is not very good, I can only think simply. On the battlefield, it's either you die or I live. Besides, it's not you who started the war. Instead, you are the ones who care about the lives of the soldiers and want to end the war. Why should you feel guilty for the fact that you survived? You two are too kind, and this has become a burden to you."

What a coincidence, he also said something similar to Alex.

Inger thought about the environment in which Cheryl grew up.

Inger still envied her.

Her comforting skills were poor, and he couldn't think about these problems the way she did.

But that pure and clean emotion did make him feel relieved.

She is like a pure pearl that will never be stained by the battlefield. From the enemy's perspective, this is naive cruelty, but she is his friend, and this will never change.

There is nothing more reassuring than having such a person as your comrade-in-arms.

Inger finally smiled helplessly and said, "I can't do anything about you. So you stay with me while I take a rest here."

Cheryl jumped up happily, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb you! If anyone dares to make a sound, I will cut off his tongue!"

The people around him immediately opened their eyes wide and closed their mouths, not daring to breathe.

Inger smiled and said, "Don't scare them. Although the knight is in good health, you should also take a nap to get enough rest to deal with it..."

Bang—bang!

Two shots were heard.

Cheryl froze in place.

She had just unsheathed her sword, it was a subconscious move, but it was too late, she was not yet level 7 or 8.

Warm, fresh blood splashed across her cheeks, and drops of blood jumped into her eyes. She blinked.

She was confused.

On the battlefield, it was normal to have the blood of the enemy all over her body. She would just turn her head and run to the next person.

But now she couldn't move.

“………Yes?”

Where is Inger, who was talking to her just now?

She looked down at the body lying on the ground.

Half of his head was blown off.

There was a bloody hole on the back.

The pool of blood spread and expanded in the dead silence.