Yun Wei didn't say a word more. The moment their eyes met, he skillfully knocked the man unconscious.
In the scene observed with mental power, as the man in black robes fell into a coma, the originally taut mental power threads loosened for a moment.
Yun Wei condensed his spiritual power into a sharp long blade and slashed it fiercely at the source of the densest black threads on the top of the black-robed man's head.
Communication was cut off, and the thick fog dissipated.
The tactic was broken, and the situation was reversed.
Not far away, the mountain of corpses and grass puppets that were still charging towards the position were like dolls that had lost their power, collapsing helplessly forward. Only the remaining hundreds of zombies were still launching futile charges towards the crowd, driven by their bloodlust.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the "Yunwei" created by the spell, as its duration expired, turned into a handful of pure water, which seeped into the scorched soil below, washing away the filth and dirt on the ground.
The blonde girl standing next to him was startled and looked around in a panic, wanting to tell others, but then she spotted Yun Wei's proud and outstanding figure in the gradually dissipating mist thirty meters away.
"Cloud?!" Vivian exclaimed in surprise.
But then they saw the hooded man standing opposite them, leaning on an umbrella with one hand and dragging a heavy object with the other, slowly walking towards them with difficulty.
But between them and Yunwei, there was a huge horde of menacing zombies.
Just then, the last few zombies in the horde seemed to have caught the scent of living people. They turned around sharply and, upon seeing the living people, immediately perked up and let out excited growls at the incredibly weak mage.
As they called out, more and more zombies turned their heads...
Isaac had just unleashed a fiery slash at the three grass golems that had suddenly collapsed in front of him when he looked up and saw a scene that nearly froze his blood.
His master had somehow ended up standing in a horde of ferocious zombies.
The zombies were turning their attention to their master and rushing towards him, but Yun Wei, standing in the pool of blood, seemed oblivious, watching him from afar across the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
A relieved smile appeared on her fair face.
It felt like a string in my brain had snapped.
"cloud!!"
The tall knight moved, his movements incredibly fast, leaving a trail of afterimages, and even the surrounding air emitted a muffled sound like a sonic boom.
In the blink of an eye, Isaac had arrived in front of Yun Wei and unleashed a powerful sword strike in all directions.
It seemed as if the air itself was ignited by this sword strike, distorting the scene as the fiery red battle aura rippled outwards like a shockwave.
The flames were blazing, the temperature was so intense that even the blade of the sword melted into molten iron.
All the zombies that rushed towards Yun Wei were vaporized into ashes in mid-air by the flames, leaving only charred shadows on the ground beneath them.
Even the mountain of corpses, crawling on the ground, burned fiercely under the power of this sword, like molten wax.
Like a field after a fire, now the dust has settled, leaving only burnt embers and smoldering sparks.
"Yun, are you alright?" Isaac threw away the broken hilt of his sword and stumbled to Yun Wei's side, his eyes red as he looked at his sworn master.
He pulled the other person into a tight embrace, but then suddenly remembered something, took a half step back, grabbed the other person's arms, and carefully examined the exposed skin, searching for a wound that didn't exist.
"I'm fine." Yun Wei felt a slight tickle as the other person's hands gripped his like iron clamps, and he replied in a low voice.
On the other side of the battlefield, dozens of eyes were fixed on them. Yun Wei thought to himself, "That's good, now everyone must have realized that Isaac is already a level five swordsman."
“What you’re doing… is far too risky,” Isaac said, panting.
He hadn't calmed down from the shock he'd just experienced. He wanted to criticize Yun Wei, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he started but then quickly stopped.
They had no choice but to swallow their anger and remain silent.
Yes, Isaac was very angry.
He was furious that Yun Wei had abandoned him and acted on his own, venturing alone into dangerous territory.
He was angry with himself, angry that he wasn't strong enough to pave the way for Yunwei.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, yet a deep-seated fear welled up within him.
He had many questions brewing in his heart that he didn't voice, but in the end, Isaac swallowed all the unnecessary words and simply embraced his master in his arms once more.
This time, he was furious, his eyes bloodshot and dark, wanting to meld the person in his arms into his own flesh and blood.
Yun Wei wanted to explain that he was already a level 5 mage, and even if he faced hundreds of zombies, he could confidently and calmly retreat unscathed.
But when the other person pulled her into a tight embrace, Yun Wei suddenly fell silent.
He changed his words, simply smiling as he said, "Isn't there you I still have?"
It's so good to have you here. Isaac.
Exhaustion from the battle washed over him, and Yun Wei let go, ignoring the umbrella and the man in black robes falling to the ground.
He hugged his follower back, nestled lazily in the other's broad chest, closed his eyes comfortably, and greedily inhaled the rich woody scent emanating from the other that made him feel at ease.
...
The wind was strong, the sky was high, and the night was deep.
After burning all the remaining debris, the group silently broke camp and returned to the city that very night.
With the death of their officer, the remaining soldiers were terrified, disoriented, and dejected.
Nine upperclassmen died at the academy; four died after Hagrid executed them following the infection, while Hagrid and five others were impaled by grass golems while trying to escape.
Whether out of friendship or worry about the chain reaction that would occur if the news of his death were to reach his family, the atmosphere at the academy was quite somber.
The Papacy suffered the most severe losses; only a small number of the knights and priests who remained in Apperfield escaped, while the entire contingent was almost completely wiped out.
They carried the still unconscious man in black robes, looking utterly dejected, and begged Bishop Nicholas not to fly into a rage.
Objectively speaking, all of them performed very well in the final battle, with almost no casualties. Only a few mages were exhausted and a few warriors suffered some muscle strains.
And most people vomited until they were dizzy and slightly dehydrated after recovering.
Yun Wei was quite satisfied with the result.
He attributed the victory to the unity that was finally achieved during the crisis, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.
But there was only one thing that really bothered him:
Isaac was still sulking.
Even though Yun Wei poked his straight back and pinched his strong arms, he couldn't make the knight's melancholy brows relax.
Yun Wei sighed and silently reflected on his actions.
But his right hand fingers still clung to Isaac's clenched fist, almost shamelessly trying to burrow into the other's palm.
The soft, warm fingertips pressed against the knight's cold, hard iron fist, with a pious yet frivolous fawning, like a premature kitten, teasing him again and again.
He patted, he scratched, he gently hooked and brushed.
He pinched, he wiped, he gently pressed and rubbed.
But the resolute knight seemed determined, simply looking ahead calmly, not even sparing him a glance.
"Well, he was really wrong. Please forgive me, Isaac," Yun Wei sincerely repented in his heart.
He knew he had gone too far, so he silently put away his playful thoughts and began to sort out what he had seen and heard during the day, while also thinking about the information he had overheard when the man in black robes was talking to himself.
However, just as he was deep in thought, his fingers naturally drooped, and as soon as they left the fist of the person beside him, they were fiercely grabbed again.
Yun Wei looked up in surprise.
But Isaac remained expressionless, staring ahead. His fingers, however, seemed to have eyes, forcefully and skillfully slipping between Isaac's fingers and intertwining with his without warning.
It was locked tightly, giving me a strong sense of security.
In the cool night, the other person's eyes were warm.
Even though Isaac's tone was somewhat cold and hard, it showed that this proud and handsome knight had not easily calmed down.
Yun Wei heard the other party say this:
"Come closer to me, it's so dark at night."
"Don't let your mind wander, just watch where you're going."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com