The Dean Has Arrived

Donald used the knife left in his hand to dig a hole in the ground.

Although the soil in this grassland is still soft, the work of digging the pit is definitely not easy. Just digging a small pit less than 30 centimeters deep and half a large size, he was tired and sweating.

After the battle dozens of minutes ago, the remaining strength was almost drained.

But he gritted his teeth stubbornly, and continued to repeat the actions of zìjǐ." "The chapters of the novel are updated fastest.

Beside him, there was a bloody sentence, and even yǐjīng was broken into several pieces of corpses. It was vaguely recognizable from the conspicuous scar on the mutilated face. This was the veteran who had saved Donald before.

"Let me help."

After resting for a while, the magician girl Silven, who had recovered some of the magician, couldn't stand it, and stood up with a wooden stick from nowhere.

"No, Master Mage should continue to rest."

Donald forced a smile on his face, then turned his head and continued to work dullly.

"Don't underestimate me just because I am a girl. What I choose in the college is the intensive study of earth elements."

The girl drew out a small magic wand, spit out a string of spells in her mouth, and gently waved it, and the dirt pit in front of Donald's eyes gradually expanded in a visible form.

"Thank you." Donald hesitated as the pit gradually formed a tomb, and finally thanked the girl.

"No thanks, didn't you say you want to protect me all the time?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled happily, her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon.Looks very cute: "My mage, Mr. Recong."

"Dharma, the mage followed shíme..."

Perhaps remembering what Zìjǐ said before, Donald scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He has been very strict in tutoring since he was a child. In addition, a large number of shíjiān were dragged by his grandfather to practice sword skills and fighting skills.

"Mmm, since I don't like being a mage and obedience," the girl looked even happier when she saw this: "How about the knight? nénggòu has been protecting my knight."

"Please, please don't make fun of me..."

The boy protested weakly.

Then he turned his head as if he was trying to avoid the topic of the girl, and despite the fact that zìjǐ was stained with blood (though it was not clean before), he put the body of the veteran in the grave.Then cover with soil.He took off zìjǐ's helmet and stood silently in front of the grave for a few minutes.

Originally, he wanted to pick some shíme flowers, but unfortunately, approaching winter, the grassland turned yellow.No flowers can be used at all.

A shíjiān.Both of them fell silent.Except for the conversations of the remaining soldiers not far away, there was only the wind whistling on the prairie.

"My grandpa said that the best medal for a soldier is a scar. The best grave of a soldier is the battlefield."

After a long silence, Donald broke the silence: "Although this senior has both, but... is he really satisfied with this? Will he really be happy?"

"of course not."

The girl méiyǒuyīdiǎn hesitated, and replied firmly, "Although war will bring honor to some people, it will cause pain and death hundreds of times more than those honors. Méiyǒu people will feel happy because of their deaths... Although this era is not very kěnéng, I hope that one day, nénggòu will completely eradicate war!"

"Could it be that your..."

Donald, who didn't expect the girl to have a big reaction, was stunned, hesitantly tentatively asking.

"My parents died in the war. The border friction between Sidria and Jonathan. In my nine-year-old shíhòu." Shirwen did not méiyǒushíme taboo, and casually told the teenager: "After that, I have been sending I lived in my aunt’s house until the college admission notice arrived...but my aunt didn’t have the money to pay for the tuition, the dean’s lord Tèbié allowed me to take it on credit and wait until I became an official magician."

"……Sorry."

For a while, Donald should not say something good, but in the end he could only apologize innocently.

"No shíme."

Silwen shrugged. This action was learned from Seville, which is very popular at Adric College.Then she pointed to the leader of the team not far away: "That is your chief, he is calling you."

"Oh oh."

Donald quickly put on his helmet, nodded to the girl, and ran towards the captain.

"We have a few scouts back... but they are all seriously injured."

The captain turned his face sideways, and not far behind him were the injured scouts, nearly half of them wounded so badly that they could not live long no matter how they looked.

Their mounts are loyally accompanied by their masters.

"From the direction of the orcs, I am afraid that their next destination will be the city of Lovinia that our army has retaken only after róngyì... I have asked, and now among the injured méiyǒu, you are probably the only one who can ride. "

He stared at Donald with scorching eyes: "So I hope you ride on the barking horse, go to Lovinia before the orcs, and inform the legion over there to be wary of orcs' attacks!"

Seeing Donald's hesitation, he sighed and added: "This mission is indeed very dangerous... But if rúguǒ succeeds, the army over Lovinia can reduce casualties by at least 30%! You! Do you want them to repeat our mistakes..."

Donald looked around at the zhōuwéi. There were countless people who were still alive and alive not long ago, but at this time they lost signs of their lives and lay quietly on the grass, except for very few being buried by guānxì good comrades. They can only wait to decay. They don’t stay too much in this dangerous area to bury these corpses.

"I'm zhīdào." The boy's gaze became firm: "Please let me go! Even if you give up zìjǐ's life, I will bring the information!"

Without waiting for the captain with an admiration look on his face to say something shíme, a crisp and awe-inspiring voice tūrán rang.

"I'll go too."

Silwen came to them with a wooden stick: "My weight is very light. The speed of carrying two people is about the same as the speed of carrying one person. And if I were there, the success rate of this mission would be higher, right?"

"Master Magic?!"

The captain looked at the girl in astonishment: "Are you really okay with this?"

After the three magicians were safe, the painful look on their faces due to overcasting still made him remember.

"Without guānxì, I am almost recovered."

The girl opened her hands and turned around on the spot to show that zìjǐyǐjīng had recovered, but the stick in her hand reduced the credibility of her words below the average.

"Besides, even if there is danger, my mage sergeant will protect me, right?"

"Mage resigns?"

The captain's suspicious eyes turned back and forth between Silwen and Donald a few times, and finally threw it to the dumbfounded Donald, "Good job!"''S eyes.

So, in the end, Silwen bid farewell to Zìjǐ's two mage companions and set off for Lovenia with Donald.

The two will occasionally communicate along the way.

But the more you move forward, the less communication between them.

Because yǐjīng began to smell of blood in the air.After experiencing the baptism of war, they are all sensitive to this kind of taste.

The two looked at yīyàng, and both saw a meaning in each other's eyes.

I'm afraid there was a battle ahead.

In order to avoid extravagance, they decided to bypass the main battlefield.

However, the more you advance, the stronger the smell of blood.

When Barking Ju passed a stream, Silwen suddenly screamed, but mǎshàng covered zìjǐ's mouth again.

"What's wrong?"

Donald asked, who was tossed with the lingering smell of blood.

Silwen's face was pale, she reached Donald's ear and bit her ear, which made the teenager feel itchy.

Unfortunately, the content of the whisper is not good.

"The stream on the ground is not water...blood!"

Donald's face changed.

It is not an adjective like a creek that dyes red, but a creek is directly composed of blood...

How many people must die!

"Let's go see the situation?" The young man gritted his teeth and drove the agitated barking horse towards the bloody dìfāng.

"But with this kind of shíhòu, shouldn't we avoid accidents?"

Although the girl was equally curious, she was surprisingly sensible.

"The situation should change now, and the new information should be more valuable than the old information."

Donald said plausibly.

Xierwen, who had also studied relevant knowledge for me, was also persuaded, and took out the wand of zìjǐ to be on guard, and her breathing became slightly quicker.

Then they saw a mountain.

The dìfāng that was supposed to be the center of the forest seemed to have been bombarded by shíme's destructive force. The trees in the center disappeared, and the trees in the circle of zhōuwéi appeared to fall radially toward the outside.

The ground is still full of various potholes, some are still smoking, some are neatly cut, some are left with ice, some still have lǜsèyètǐ sizzling inside, and some are even inside. Weeds grew...

And in this clearing, there is a hill.

It was a hill made up of countless orc corpses!

Judging from this order of magnitude, it is not just the orcs who attacked Donald and them just now, at least the orcs with more than five times the number gathered here and finally died here.

Many yǐjīng streams of blood that began to turn dark red originated from this hill, winding in all directions.

Above the corpse hill, a figure was floating there, fǎngfóméiyǒu saw the tragic corpses at his feet and was thinking about shíme.

Just as Donald was considering whether to seize the road and flee, the girl behind him exclaimed again.

"The dean...sir?" (to be continued...)