Undead Wizard (4)

It all happened in an instant.

At the moment when the prisoner exchange was completed, the most critical wizard on our side disappeared on the spot.

At that moment, Eric only had time to capture the remaining light of the magic circle.

She had seen the other side before, and the wizards there were gone.

And the disappearance of Inger Nyeka must be related to this.

Eric held the camera in his hand and hid near the battlefield, trying not to be discovered but taking as many pictures as possible of the battle scene, the corpses on the ground, and the injured.

She would occasionally take pictures of the two generals fighting in the front.

She had a feeling that the wizard would not be far away from reappearing.

It has been two months since she came to this battlefield as a reporter. She is luckier than those soldiers who are at the front and has not been seriously injured so far. This is because she is very clear that her mission is not to fight, and her battlefield is somewhere else.

Her mission was to observe, record, narrate, and bring back everything she saw and heard to the capital.

Whether in the capital or other regions, the voices are all about advocating war and praising victory.

Eric was full of doubts, so he went to the battlefield in person, risking his life.

Almost all her relatives, friends and colleagues were against it. Only Alin Ai said to her:

"Find the answer, bring it back alive."

Arlene, who said this, had already participated in pilot training for several months.

"In fact, I never thought I could do it. When I went to your school to look for you, I saw that they were recruiting pilots. It was really a spur of the moment decision, but I didn't expect that I would be able to stay until the end after such a strict physical fitness screening. I have been particularly healthy and strong since I was a child, and I can be put to use. That's how I found what I really like. I fell in love with the feeling of flying in the sky. For the first time, I knew that humans can fly in the sky by their own strength without magic."

"Not long ago, I would have advised you not to go, just like everyone else. If I hadn't tried that time, I would have just stayed at home doing my own farm work, contentedly being a country girl, and finding someone to marry and have children when the time was right. Of course, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. But now I've embarked on this path. There are always times when flying doesn't go smoothly, but the process of being able to constantly challenge myself makes me feel that I'm really alive."

"So, Eric, go ahead. I know you won't regret it. I know you'll come back alive."

Eric was a little shy and didn't say it out loud, but it was Arlene's presence that gave her the courage to take a step forward.

Covered in ashes, running in the hail of bullets and the flashing of swords, I indeed gained a real experience that I could not get by sitting in the capital.

No matter how glamorous, arrogant and domineering the rookies sent to the battlefield were at first, in less than two weeks they would be covered in blood and ashes and become unrecognizable even by their own mothers.

Those who have tasted pain, who have survived trenches and swords, can no longer speak of pride.

Those who died unfortunately, those without bodies had their name plates taken away, and some of them still had their bodies brought back, wrapped in dirty mats and burned on the spot. Because of the fear of the spread of the epidemic, Governor Neka ordered that all bodies be burned without leaving a single trace.

The batches of supplies that were shipped in could not fill up this huge gold-selling warehouse.

War is a money-eating beast with an appetite as voracious as a bottomless pit.

Apart from consuming people and materials, he can produce nothing.

For Chunie, resistance is for survival.

For Levi, war was about plunder.

But no matter which side wins, there will be no winner in the end of the war.

The more I watch, the more I laugh at the stupidity of human beings.

The many battles on the battlefield, the physical and mental suffering, can't it be summed up with a simple word "victory"?

What about those who received the news of their loved ones' death? Would they just let it go by saying it was a glorious sacrifice?

Perhaps only those who have never stepped onto the battlefield themselves will watch the excitement as a spectator.

In the past few months, the top leaders seemed to have foreseen something and made pre-war preparations for a long time, but there have been no obvious changes.

But what about one year, two years, or ten years?

War costs money, and the money comes from the people. Those who bear all this will eventually pay the price.

Eric finally understood what Inger and Alex wanted to do.

They want to end this meaningless war as soon as possible and avoid causing any more unnecessary sacrifices and waste.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Undead wizard.

She also took a picture of him rising from the ashes.

She recalled the first time she saw Inger.

She couldn't publish the photo.

No matter how many times one can be resurrected, it still symbolizes a heavy death.

How can the weight of life be easily dispelled in words?

That is a life given to protect others.

However, being noble does not mean being taken for granted.

As she was thinking this, there was a sudden explosion in her ears.

The vision is reversed.

After the buzzing, her eyes and ears were shaking.

Temporary loss of hearing in the ears.

After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly recovered.

She saw a soldier lying beside her. He protected her body and pressed on her, then fainted.

"fry……"

Eric subconsciously reached for the camera in his hand.

Fortunately, her camera was still in her arms.

She raised her head and saw the dragon's mouth opened ferociously.

The scorching dragon's breath sprayed on her face, suffocating her instantly. She felt as if she had put her entire head into an oven.

The black dragon stepped down, and the legs of the soldiers who had no time to dodge on the ground turned into rotten meat.

“Aa ...

Eric's head was still buzzing. She couldn't hear the sounds around her clearly, but she could clearly feel the frequency of her heart beating wildly.

She subconsciously reached out her hand and pressed a button towards these tragedies.

"Click"

Eric spat out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed ridiculously, unable to bear himself.

I'm still thinking about taking pictures at this time.

Maybe I was born to do this.

She has always firmly believed that perhaps photos and words cannot save these people today.

But there are some powers that can save more people in the future.

The dragon seemed to look down and see her.

It's not just her that is being looked at, but a group of people like ants below.

He opened his mouth, and the magma-like cracks began to emit red light.

Eric closed his eyes and waited quietly for death.

However, after waiting for a while, death did not come as expected.

The sound in my ears returned.

The first clear and loud voice she heard.

It was a sentence she didn't understand.

"VENI VIDI VICI."

Not only him, but everyone heard it, and the real sound echoed throughout the battlefield.

Just like a drop of water falling on a calm lake, creating ripples.

Eric pushed the soldier away and took a picture in that direction.

As soon as she put down the camera and before she even developed the photo, she was already sure that this would be the clearest photo she had ever taken.

Inger Nyka stood in the air.

The slender figure now reveals a huge and heavy presence.

It felt as if the highest peak of the Daqiusha Mountains was standing right before my eyes.

It was like a dozen giant dragons fused together to form an indescribable huge creature.

Momentum alone is enough to overwhelm mountains and seas.

This was the first time she had seen magic being used in this way.

Boom boom boom!

Eric turned her head and saw several huge dragon heads fall beside her.

There seemed to be some fear still in those white eyes.

Eric propped himself up with his hands, stood up, and was finally able to see the situation clearly.

Except for the black dragon beside her, almost all the other dragons lost their fighting ability, collapsed with powerlessness, and lost consciousness.

Seeing this, the black dragon narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, swallowed the fire in his throat, flew into the air, picked up his dragon rider, and flew back.

On the other side, Eric raised his head.

The wizard who had been as steady as a rock and performed miracles just a second ago, fell straight down from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

The knight with golden light wrapped around his sword rushed forward, so that he would not have close contact with the ground.

Eric approached with difficulty, holding his broken sternum.

Not far away, he raised his hand and found an angle to capture Inger, who was bleeding in Alex's arms.

Eric clipped the developed photos one by one and hung them on the rope.

The door opened and someone came in.

Mike, with his arm in a sling, pointed at the door with the crutch supported by his other arm. "You are here after all."

Eric shook the photo and said calmly, "It's you."

Mike curled his lips and said, "It's a shame that a shabby house like yours has survived for so long without being razed to the ground."

"What are you doing here?"

"I saw that there was no one on the bed, so I asked the nurse, 'Your wound hasn't healed yet, why are you running around? Photos won't move, you can just develop them later.'"

"Stop talking nonsense. You should go back."

"I told you to go back and get treatment. The undead wizard has woken up and is treating people now. You can still catch up if you go back."

Eric was not interested. "My injury will heal after a while."

Mike smiled and poked her in the ribs, saying, "You have several broken ribs, stop joking. Do you still want to continue taking pictures?"

Eric frowned, finished drying the photo, and pushed the person out.

Before leaving, Mike saw some of the photos that were already in a distorted shape and couldn't help but say, "Why do you always take these creepy photos? No one will buy your photos."

Eric said coldly: "I didn't take this photo for this."

She paused and said to herself, "...Besides, it's better to be afraid."

"What?"

After these photos were printed, they were sent back to the capital and other places by train along with countless letters from soldiers.

Arlene finished today's flight training, took off her goggles and put them around her neck, then jumped off the plane. Her teammates threw her a towel, and she thanked them and wiped her forehead, neck, and the edges of her goggles.

"Alin Ai, your letter!"

“Here I come!”

She opened the package that came with the letter, and the table was covered with photos.

She wiped her eyes and couldn't laugh.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Miss Arlene, what are you looking at?"

Arlene turned around and saw the actual sponsor of their training, Ms. Norihua Midibai.

She was wearing a neat suit and had a stack of documents in her hands.

"Ms. Midi," Arlene gently painted over the photos, "These were sent to me by my friends from the battlefield."

Norihua asked, "Is your friend a soldier? Can I see him?"

A Lin Ai shook her head and said, "It's okay. My friend is a reporter. She gave me these photos for safekeeping. They will be published sooner or later."

"War correspondent? How rare."

"Yeah, she's really not afraid of death."

Noriha then walked closer and took a closer look.

Her fingers lingered on a few of them.

Photo by Inger Nieka.

Whether he is standing majestically in the front fighting or falling in someone else's arms, his brows are always tightly knitted, and deep worries permeate through the photos, making people hold their breath.

The smile of the always calm and composed boy in the capital is gone forever.

Even though he knew this, he still chose to embark on the battlefield he hated the most.

She thought she had guessed what the reason was.

Norihua closed her eyes, then opened them again, and tapped the photo twice with her fingers.

"It is indeed difficult to preserve the photos taken on the battlefield. If you want to publish them in the future, remember to contact me and I should be able to provide help." Norihua is well aware of the current trend of domestic newspapers and is able to take such photos under such circumstances.

She smiled and said, "Your friend is really an amazing person."

Arlene also laughed, "Well, she is very brave."

Noriha put down the photo and thought to herself, it's time to end the war.

Inger and Alex have their battlefield ahead, and she also has her own battlefield.

Nolihua just came here today to say hello, and she was leaving after staying for a few moments.

Arlene saw her off and asked, "Miss Midibai, where are you going?"

Norihua shook the documents in her hand and got into the car, "Let's go and deliver a gift to the soldiers on the front line."

"VENI VIDI VICI" (Latin. I came, I saw, I conquered.)