The First Magic World War-Chapter 243 - : 238. Sophia Garanord
Chapter 243: 238. Sophia Garanord
Although the number of people on both sides was similar, Charles’s subordinates were stronger, especially with Charles’s Knight’s Spear, which moved like an agile dragon, finding almost no match among his foes.
The Hundred Bear Chief, the dominant Great Bear, Bear Honey and four other Transcendent Level Bear People, were even more formidable. Two of the combat-ready Grinding Mountain Yellow Bear Warriors did not even need weapons; they swatted down Werewolves as easily as if they were slapping cucumbers, with satisfying crispness.
The one-armed female human captive had not expected such a turn of events. She did not understand why the Beastmen were fighting among themselves, but her strong will to live drove her to pick up a Werewolf Combat Saber from the ground, cut the ropes binding her feet, and muster all her strength to stand up.
She was gravely injured, with wounds all over her body. Just standing up made her involuntarily spit out a mouthful of blood.
Charles, with a backhand thrust of his spear, pinned a Werewolf to the ground and barked, “Don’t overexert yourself! You need treatment!”
The one-armed female captive asked warily, “Are you a human? Why do you command so many Beastman warriors?”
Charles said bluntly, “I’m not in the mood to explain.”
“Later, try to find a way to escape!”
“I still have missions to attend to and can’t take you with me.”
Charles was now without enemies at his side. He switched to the Withering Rose and fired dozens of shots. This Low Order Bloodsucking weapon’s every bullet equaled a full-force attack of a Fifth Order Transcendent. Against these regular Werewolf Warriors, it was more than enough.
Soon, Charles blew the lingering blood mist off the Withering Rose’s barrel, looked around, and saw that the Werewolves of the Shanda tribe had been thoroughly eradicated. He ordered the bindings released from the human captives, preparing to release the group of humans.
As for how they would survive, that was beyond Charles’s concern. Surrounded by a Beastman army, he simply couldn’t look after so many people.
To have extended a hand to save them was to have done his utmost duty.
The woman with the wounded arm clenched her teeth and said, “I am a Seventh Rank Dark Moon Sorceress, and I can fight alongside you.”
Charles, slightly surprised, counter-asked, “Did you graduate from Sheffield University?”
The woman with the wounded arm replied, “Not yet, I am a sophomore.”
Charles looked more closely at the young underclasswoman with a bit of astonishment. When he was a sophomore, he was nobody, yet there she was, a Seventh Rank Transcendent, and even a Dark Moon Sorceress—a profession Charles greatly envied.
He nodded subtly, saying, “That works.”
Since she was a Transcendent, she certainly had some use, and he was in need of Transcendent Level combat power at the moment.
The majority of the humans were residents from the nearby areas, and a few were soldiers from Fars. Given that Charles had not revealed his identity, the vast majority chose to leave on their own. These captives were deeply wary of the Beastman warriors under Charles’s command.
However, more than ten people eventually chose to stay. They quickly clustered around Charles’s “junior,” clearly knowing and trusting her a lot.
Charles did not dare remain where he was. The human captives he had released were ordinary people. If caught by the Beastmen, they would not be able to keep silent and would reveal everything about him. Therefore, Charles dealt with the Werewolf corpses of the Shanda tribe and led everyone away.
Charles bypassed dozens of Beastman armies and only when he was sure that no one could catch up did he reestablish a camp. There were nearly a thousand Beastman tribes on the Southern Continent, and many of them even had blood feuds with each other. Consequently, the Beastman armies did not command each other, making it not easy to pinpoint a specific Beastman tribe.
The more than ten people following Charles, although showing signs of weariness on their faces, were quite exhilarated after escaping death. Hence, on the journey back, no one complained.
These individuals possessed great physical conditions. Even with the exception of a junior sister who had lost an arm, there were also three Transcendents among them. Though these three were merely lower-ranked, at the First or Second Order, their abilities were only slightly stronger than those of ordinary people.
After setting up camp, Charles called these people over and asked, “Are you all from Strasbourg?”
A young man with slightly curly, golden-tinted hair answered, “We are students from Sheffield University. You saved us, and as long as we can return to Strasbourg, there will surely be a generous reward waiting for you.”
Charles was mildly surprised and asked, “You are all students from Sheffield University?”
When he saw more than ten young men and women nod in unison, he curiously inquired, “How did you end up outside the city, captured by the Beastmen?”
The junior sister with the severed arm took a deep breath and said, “Sophia Garanord!”
Seeing Charles’s face show no sign of recognition, she did not introduce her identity and continued, “We were looking for a certain herb as part of a school assignment on the outskirts of Strasbourg.”
“After discovering the Beastmen army, we misjudged the situation, planning to fight our way back to Strasbourg, but ended up encircled. Nearly half of our classmates died…”
Sophia’s voice trembled a bit as she said, “Many of them were eaten by those ferocious Beastmen. We were taken as food to be delivered to the troops at the front.”
Charles sighed and said, “It’s all in the past now.”
He was a transmigrator, and although he knew that Beastmen and humans had many different customs, which was a norm for Beastmen, he could not accept this custom.
Sophia bowed her head slightly and said, “I still wish to know your identity. We’re not prying into your secrets, but it will determine how well we can cooperate in the future.”
“My last name is Garanord, and even in death, I would never assist the Beastmen in attacking my fellow humans.”
Charles looked at this junior sister in a new light and said, “I, too, am a graduate of Sheffield University. These are my paid subordinates.”
Sophia expressed her puzzlement, “Your moves earlier didn’t seem to involve Dark Fighting Qi!”
Charles looked somewhat sheepish and said, “I did not choose the Dark Breath method, I chose Bloody Glory.”
Sophia showed a look of sudden realization and said, “The Spirit Spider Technique, one of the thirteen Unique Skills of Bloody Glory! Were those Beastmen blood puppets created using the Spirit Spider Technique? I understand now. ”
Charles really wanted to clarify, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and said, “I am a civil servant from the Behemoth Duchy, and by law, I cannot leave my jurisdiction. However, when I learned about the Beastmen army, I was worried about my family in Strasbourg, so I secretly followed them and managed to blend in because of this group of subordinates.”
Sophia Garanord completely believed Charles.
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The girl wiped her face, revealing a pair of emerald eyes, astonishingly beautiful and pleasing to the eye. There was still a hint of doubt in her gaze, and Charles said helplessly, “My name is Charles Mecklen! I graduated in the year of Black Moon thirty-three.”
Sophia Garanord reminisced for a moment. She didn’t recall any graduates with the surname Mecklen among the seniors of the previous terms, but then again, the seniors she remembered were all rather distinguished.
The young man with the slightly curly, golden-tinted hair who had spoken earlier suddenly exclaimed, “Aren’t you that guy who chased away the Goddess of the West Wind from the University of Georgia?”
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