Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 24 Post-war
In the valley after the melee, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The gunpowder smoke that filled the air mixed with the low-hanging gray cloud shadows, making the pools of glistening blood on the rocky ground mottled and confused. black.

A surprise attack initiated by Gnolls was over before Brian didn't notice.

After killing the last Gnoll, he gasped heavily, leaned his exhausted body on a half-human-high rock, and looked around vigilantly.

The gnolls in the valley were either killed or fled in embarrassment. There were dying horses, wolves and wounded people everywhere, as well as a few incapacitated gnolls.

Looking at the blood-stained hands, Brian, who was safe and sound, showed a faint smile, and his tense body began to gradually relax.

Only then did he realize that he, who always liked to be alone, had never fought as heartily as today.

Even in the game world of his previous life, as a wizard, he was just a long-range professional who hid behind his teammates and cast spells. Melee combat was not his strong point at all.

This kind of melee mage's gameplay has also never been tried.

It has to be said that this kind of battle can indeed make people's blood boil without knowing it, especially the thrill of piercing the flesh with a knife.

Brian finally understood why in the game world, there are always more players who choose melee professions than other professions.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help secretly rejoicing about his status in this world.

Because if it weren't for his noble royal blood, it would be impossible for him to have so many conveniences, allowing him to easily learn the top-notch swordsmanship in the Elf Holy Land and the Tegrila Palace.

This is the so-called acquired hard work is not as good as congenital reincarnation. Just in the beginning, he is almost ahead of most people in the whole world.

Unfortunately, the strong sense of crisis from this small world made Brian not in the mood to enjoy the luxury of another world.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind being a prince in Tigrila.

When he becomes an adult, he will obtain another fiefdom, and while managing his own territory, he will delve into magic.

Brian rubbed his temples, recalled his thoughts drifting into the distance, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sunlight emerging from the gray cloud, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He originally thought that this battle would last at least half a day.

However, the unmoving sun in the sky told, as if only a moment had passed.

After a while, Brian held the long sword and helped a worg lying in a pool of blood panting not far away to end the pain and successfully gained 20 experience points.

Obviously, this is just a wolf of ordinary strength, which is naturally incomparable to the wolf controlled by the previous wolf man leader.

For Brian, this battle without warning today can be said to be full of rewards.

At this time, except for being a little tired all over, he didn't suffer any injuries.

The most important thing is that this battle allowed him to directly gain more than 400 experience points, which is still about 2 points away from raising the Battle Mage level to level 90.

Therefore, Brian was not in a hurry to search for the contemptible loot. Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he carefully looked at the situation on the battlefield, looked at the corpses, and tried to find the enemies who were not completely dead. Its up knife.

In this way, after killing the last dying warg, Brian put the long sword in his sheath with a little disappointment, because he was only about 2 points of experience away from level 50.

He was too lazy to complain about this experience point system.

In this battle, he almost killed a dozen jackals and seven or eight wargs.

However, the experience points obtained are different. Some get 60 points like killing the leader of the wolf man, and there are also those who only get single digits like ordinary wolf men.

Sometimes, a gnoll's experience value is not even as much as that given by goblins and kobolds.

It was easy for Brian to guess why.

Obviously, it was caused by the monster's strength being too weak.

"This is the first time to participate in this kind of battle?" Brian, who was going to wash his face by the stream, stopped curiously and asked casually when he passed by two noble boys leaning against the rock.

These two noble young men in blue steel chain armor have long lost the vigor they had when they first met in the tavern.

Their hair was disheveled like beggars, their pale faces were stained with blood, and the badge of arrow and eagle, which symbolized the noble status of the family, hung crookedly on their shoulders, with unknown filth.

Hearing Brian's question, one of the young men whose left arm was deeply cut was the first to politely nod to him.

Brian discovered that his legs were cramping so badly that he could barely stand.

So he could only lean on the sword with his left hand, straightened up with difficulty, and then bowed deeply to Brian, "Thank you for saving your life, Your Excellency Brian."

Another companion whose neck was scratched by the javelin also stood up in a hurry, tilted his neck, and expressed his gratitude to Brian in a strange posture.

Looking at the gratitude in the eyes of the two, Brian remembered that in the battle just now, he had indeed saved the lives of the two, so he said casually with a look of indifference:
"You should be thankful that you survived the first time you faced the cruel wolf man. Thank you if you want to thank yourself."

"Indeed, if my father sees my heroic performance today, he will definitely be proud of me." The young man whose neck was scratched continued in a longing tone.

However, his companion sneered, and even spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood on the ground, saying with hatred:
"Naive Stoll, please keep your identity in mind. Our father must wish that the four of us would disappear from his sight forever. The damned gods, he has already succeeded in half."

After Stoll's companion finished speaking, he bit his lower lip tightly, and looked at the corpses of the two companions not far away with a pair of eyes full of sorrow.

"Bastard child?" Brian subconsciously expressed his guess.

As soon as the words fell, a very unnatural expression appeared on the faces of the two of them, but they answered Brian's somewhat impolite question in silent silence.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness. If you don't mind the two illegitimate children, let me give you some advice." Brian, who knew he had made a slip of the tongue, patted one of them on the shoulder sympathetically, and said dryly Laughed a little, and said consolingly:
"Remember, those who shiver from the cold can best appreciate the warmth of the sun, and those who have experienced hardships in life know the value of life best. Put away the sadness on your face, because all human pain is essentially It's anger at your own incompetence. I wish you a good life in Thorn Castle."

Brian didn't know why he suddenly said so much to the two of them.

Maybe it's a little sympathy out of the same identity, he couldn't help thinking.

After all, compared to their respective experiences, he is much luckier than the two.

Thinking of this, the tall figure of the Kingdom of Tigrila unconsciously appeared in Brian's mind.

He thought of the warmth under his stern expression, which he still remembers deeply.

The feeling that he instinctively wants to resist is like the faint waves of tiny starlight rippling in the volume of the Milky Way.

Even though it looks inconspicuous, it still makes him feel as if he is in the entire sea of ​​stars.

For a moment, an urge to go back and have a look suddenly appeared in Brian's mind.

However, this initial thought was quickly suppressed by him.

Because he knew very well in his heart that he was destined to leave this place, so he didn't want to leave some lingering regrets in this doomed world.

Under the sun, Brian knelt on one knee by the gurgling stream, holding up the icy cold water to wash away the blood on his face, and at the same time wash away his cranky thoughts.

"Master Wizard." An adventurer wearing a wolf fur cloak came behind Brian and said respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Brian wiped away the water stains on his face with his sleeves, straightened the strands of hair that were wet in front of his forehead, and stood up wondering.

Facing the respect in the adventurer's eyes, he was not surprised.

After all, in the battle just now, he not only killed the wolf leader cleanly.

At the same time, it also uses powerful magic to show everyone what it means: how life ends magnificently.

In this low-magic world, the more restricted magic is, the more afraid they will be when they meet someone who can cast magic.

Even the most unimaginative warriors and shameless thieves know all too well that the power of magic must not be underestimated.

So when Brian showed his wizard power, he was destined to become a high-profile person here.

"When we were cleaning the battlefield, we found your sheep-headed companion. He was lying motionless on the ground, and he didn't know if he was dead, so you should go and see for yourself." The adventurer avoided Brian's flashing eyes. Bright eyes like obsidian blocks, said.

"Go and take a look." Brian knew that the other party was talking about the half-faun Mario, and then walked towards the poet together with him.

"Your friend seems to have fainted. He really knows how to choose the time. What should we do?" The adventurer pointed to Mario on the ground and said to Brian.

"It's very simple, give him two slaps on the face." Brian said coldly: "If he still doesn't wake up, I will chop off two of his lamb legs and roast them for dinner at night."

"I'm willing to help you, Master Wizard, I'm the best at this." The adventurer was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Brian meant.

He smiled, and stared at Mario's two fluffy lamb legs unkindly.

However, just when he was about to strike, Mario, who was lying unconscious on the ground, seemed to sense something, opened his eyes suddenly, exclaimed, and then turned over.

"Bryan, is the battle over?" Mario patted the dust off his body and asked knowingly with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he limped to Brian's side and looked at the dead people on the ground.

Then, Mario looked at the adventurer who just retracted his hand. He blinked his emerald eyes, stared at a scratch on the adventurer's chest, and suggested to him familiarly:

"I didn't expect you to survive. I think you need to find a woman now. Believe me, after bleeding, finding a woman is the most exciting."

Hearing this, the adventurer snorted, licked his chapped thick lips again, looked around seriously, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that there are no women here, otherwise I would have done it long ago."

"Gnolls can make do with it, hurry up..." Mario suggested again with a blunt smile.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Brian, who kicked the poet who was not in shape, and told him:

"Why so much nonsense. If you're fine, hurry up and get the frightened horse back. It's time for us to set off."

"Okay! I'll do it now." The staggering Mario steadied himself, and responded happily, his two sheep's hooves trampling on the hard rock.

Along the way, Mario searched the valley for traces of the two horses while teasing the adventurers who survived with a playful smile.

Brian took this opportunity to look at the surrounding situation. There were a lot of gnolls who died in battle. According to a rough estimate, there were nearly 40 of them, almost close to a small gnoll tribe.

And the casualties on their side, although a little less than Brian imagined, were more than half dead, and many of them were injured to varying degrees.

Fortunately, when the war came, Artus had the horses settled in advance, which meant that they would not slow down their progress.

After the battle, Brian didn't intend to go alone, because a large number of gnolls appeared here, which made him realize that the road to Thorn Castle was likely to be full of dangers.

Moreover, in the battle just now, his magic power was almost exhausted.

When encountering a large number of enemies, it will be difficult to release a spell for the time being without activating "Arcane Memory".

Taking advantage of the time period when the magic power has not yet recovered, Brian believes that walking with the large army is the safest way.

Just when he secretly made up his mind, Arthur, accompanied by two knights, walked towards him.

"Your Excellency Brian, what do you think we should do now?" Looking at the corpses all over the floor, Artes asked Brian for advice.

"Let's go immediately, hurry up." Brian frowned and scanned the direction of the wolf man's escape above the valley, worried:
"Although we drove them away for the time being, with the wolf man personality, they will definitely not go far, and these corpses are likely to attract other ferocious carnivores."

Brian was a little surprised that the little duke asked him for advice.

However, he also knew that now was not the time to worry about other things, so he naturally expressed his views in a serious manner.

"But. I think the most important thing for us right now is to bury the dead first." Artus hesitated and said, "They died heroically. I can't leave them here to be destroyed by crows and wild beasts."

"There are rocks everywhere in the valley, and there is no way to dig." Brian said patiently.

He knew that the Silver Griffons of the Kingdom of West were a family that valued a sense of honor, and it was precisely because of their honor that they stood in the north and gained popularity.

Doing so can indeed play a role in buying people's hearts, but in Brian's view, this sense of honor regardless of the occasion is simply extremely stupid.

"Then build a stone tomb for them." Artes stared at the valley, thought for a while, and came up with another way.

"For the honor of your Swift family, you can move the stone here yourself." Brian frowned.

"Yes! You can move it as you like." The adventurer on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately echoed: "I won't do it. Compared with piling up stones on the dead, it's better to take a breath of air."

Brian looked around at the survivors sitting on the rocks resting, and continued: "If you want the remaining people to survive tonight, then set off quickly."

"But." Arthur wanted to say more.

"Sir, Sir Brian is right. Let's leave as soon as possible." An older knight next to him interrupted him and said in a rather weak tone: "If it's too late, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Obviously, in the battle just now, the feeling of suddenly falling off the horse was not at all pleasant for the knight.

(End of this chapter)