Knights and Magic Wand-Chapter 602 - 284 Guiding Spirit
"You brazen little dwarf, I wasnβt even dead at the time, and you dared to sneak into the Pope Court. ππ£π²ππ¨π²ππ»πΌπ―π²π.π°ππ¦
The fools in the Astronomy Department too, always staring at the stars above, always forget that whatβs under their feet are also celestial bodies, never bothering to glance down occasionally."
Walking on the path to the wounded camp, Leon listened to Lolaβs muttering in his mind.
"Donβt be angry, thereβs an old saying in my hometown, Xixiwu... uh, I mean, losing a horse doesnβt necessarily mean misfortune for the herdsman, perhaps it ran out and could bring back a herd of wild horses." Leon comforted: "If it werenβt for the Edel Chamber of Commerce daringly acting behind our backs back then, we wouldnβt have another secret passage leading directly to the Rolannar Region to choose from now."
As he spoke, he followed the Sea Eagle Knight into Master Harveyβs infirmary.
Upon entering, he saw Kovis sitting by the bed casting a spell to heal the magician adviser.
Leon looked at Harveyβs seemingly disfigured appearance, still remembering the elegant and handsome face of this high-ranking magician.
"How is Lord Harvey doing?"
Kovis gradually extinguished the golden glow in his eyes, turning back reluctantly: "Lord Harveyβs robe armorβs magic resisted many impacts, but he is still seriously injured, especially with both eyes burnt beyond repairβI cannot restore his sight."
"Never mind, Lord Kovis, thank you for your help, you have reduced much of the pain I felt," Harvey rasped painfully from the bed: "If we can return to the North, my magician friends can heal my eyes."
After speaking, Leon found a chair to sit in and inquired about what they encountered last night.
Harvey began to recount: "I didnβt expect... Lord Balfe clearly still alive, had long since been transformed into some kind of monster by those creatures..."
After describing the nightmare of last night, he couldnβt help but sigh: "Honestly, I donβt even know how we survived, why... that creature didnβt kill us all... The terrifying magic power that creature possessed was hundreds of times stronger than the most powerful spellcasters Iβve seen, its very existence was like a walking magic catastrophe..."
Amid the conversation, the door to the infirmary was pushed open, and David, wrapped in bandages, entered, tense with repressed pain in his heart and on his body.
He saw Leon in the room, and the angry brows that were tensed showed a slight relief.
"Mr. Leon." David greeted softly, then looked towards Harvey on the bed.
"Master, what exactly is the creature that killed my father!? Where did it go? How can I find that mongrel?" Erivβs second son raised his voice uncontrollably.
Upon learning Master Harvey had regained consciousness, he could not suppress the anger of seeking revenge against that creature.
"Forgive me, Sir David." Harvey recalled the young manβs voice, replying helplessly: "I know nothing about those vampire undead."
"How could you not know, youβre a learned Northern Wizard, arenβt you always claiming to know the truths of the world!!?" Davidβs voice trembled with uncontainable agitation.
"Calm down! David, if Master Harvey knew about that creature, how could he be caught off guard?" Leon raised his voice.
Hearing Leonβs reprimand, David finally regained some clarity, clenching his teeth and lowering his eyelids, taking a deep breath: "...Iβm sorry, Master Harvey, everyone, I lost control."
He turned and left.
Leon watched the young knight who seemed on the verge of losing all reason due to losing a loved one, thought for a moment, and stood up to hold the otherβs shoulder, stopping him.
David silently turned back, his eyes unfocused.
Leon originally didnβt want to tell him this so early, but fearing David would let hatred cloud his judgment and do something impulsive, he spoke lowly and ambiguously, "I canβt promise anything, but we havenβt found Lord Erivβs and several othersβ bodies."
David was stunned.
"We will find them, no matter what... they have become." Leon promised him while looking straight into his eyes.
Hope surged with excitement in Davidβs heart, but the thought of Baron Balfeβs crazed behavior last night also sent a chilling fear down his spine.
"I... I understand, thank you, Mr. Leon." The young knightβs eyes reddened slightly.
"Thereβs no need to thank me; Lord Eriv is my patron, the Sealing Lord to whom I am loyal. I will do my utmost to try and find him, to save him." Leon sighed.
David nodded gratefully, saying nothing more, quietly leaving the infirmary.
At this moment, Leon then saw Azeryan at the door.
Azeryan looked at Davidβs desolate back, guilt emerging on his handsome face, he turned back to his companion and said:
"Is now a good time, Leon? I have something I want to discuss with you privately."
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After experiencing the brutal night battle with the vampire army, the warriors in the army now seem to have developed a psychological shadow about the night. Many patrolling Allied Soldiers were overly reactive to shadows everywhere, causing false alarms to occur frequently in the fortress all night.
Not until the next day, when three thousand reinforcements arrived from north of the pass to switch defenses, did the exhausted troops garrisoned in Kilmerton heave a sigh of relief.
However, when several Pegasus Knights rushed over and Sir Angor returned to the front line via flying Pegasus, not only did he not bring the Kingβs reinforcements, but he also brought particularly heavy news to the Alliance.
"...His Majesty was seriously injured in Mamor County, the βOverlordβ perished...
The army suddenly faced an assault from over a million Undead, those Corpse Ghosts poured out of a dark giant gate of unknown origin... forcing the Kingdomβs army to retreat step by step, having to withdraw to west of Mamor County.
