The Magician of Rebirth

The pursuers behind them were haunted, and the cavalry team was still galloping day and night. The high-intensity exercise made many wounded cavalry feel unbearable.Wrapped in a cloak, Flender leaned against Charamon's arms, restraining his magic power, and fell asleep to recover his strength.

'Flander, what are you going to do? '

'Wait, now is not a good time to run away.They are still too wary of me, and there are Salaman's pursuers behind. '

'Ah, get ready, someone is going to catch up from behind. '

'kindness. '

The sound of horseshoes behind them was gradually audible, and the cavalry reined in their horses and turned around, quickly forming a formation, facing the enemy head-on, and protecting Flender at the rear of the team.

Compared with the long-range attacks of magic or artillery, the close combat between light cavalry is more tragic and bloody.The long sword collided with the armor, and the sharp metal impact could not conceal the screams of dying.Blood splattered and dripped on the blood-stained armor, which was shocking.

The sound of the arrow piercing through the air came, Flender felt the body behind him tense suddenly, the sword light flashed, and the fierce sword feathers fell to the ground one after another.

As expected of the strength of a great swordsman, Flender was secretly glad that he didn't act rashly at that time, then lowered his head, and hid himself deeper into the embrace that smelled of blood.

Facts have proved that Charamon's army is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. In such a state, within a day, it actually killed three waves of cavalry who came to pursue it.However, he also paid the price of nearly half of the casualties.

As the sky was getting dark, Sharamon led the exhausted team and hid in the woods.

The soldiers were more or less slightly injured. Sharamon briefly surveyed the surrounding environment, arranged for a few people in better condition to watch the night in turn, and ordered everyone to rest where they were.

In order to avoid the pursuers, they didn't even light a bonfire. The cold air slowly spread from the ground at night, and Flender was too cold to sleep.When he opened his eyes, he saw Charamon's pensive side face.

With the chilly night and the cold moonlight as the background, his gloomy and calm temperament became more prominent, his figure was tall and straight, his facial features were distinct, and his outline was clear.

Very handsome.Flender made a silent comment in his heart.The wind wolf and Sharamon met several times before on the battlefield, and if they were not careful, they would die in hell, so Flender had never carefully looked at Sharamon's appearance, only impressed by his pair of green eyes. profound.

Unexpectedly, Charamon was actually a handsome man not inferior to Sasha.

Sensing his gaze, Sharamon turned his head to meet his gaze, and said calmly, "Do you have something to say?"

Flender was slightly startled, and then smiled a little uneasy: "Well, I want to thank you for helping me block the bow and arrow today."

"It should be, there is no need to thank." Considering the sleeping soldiers, Sharamon consciously lowered the volume, and the deep voice caused the air to resonate slightly.

Vlad didn't know how to speak for a while, and the atmosphere fell silent.

After a long time, Sharamon's voice sounded again: "Go to sleep. We will leave before dawn tomorrow."

"En." Flender closed his eyes and turned his face in another direction.

'Flender, this man is not bad. 'The Elf King sighed with emotion.

'Yeah, although I've always hated creatures like princes.But now I suddenly feel a little envious of Gaston's prince. '

'Ah la, why don't you cooperate with him and defeat your ex-lover and that eldest princess.He is still carrying the blame for murdering you! '

'... go to sleep. '

Do you cooperate?Flender smiled bitterly silently, and couldn't deny that when he heard this word just now, his heart was indeed a little moved.

Flender really longed for a stable and peaceful life, and pursued the principle of being wise and protecting his life.However, Flender's soul is the same as Wind Wolf's. Wind Wolf's pain and despair, hatred and unwillingness also exist in Flender's memory, but Flender deliberately ignores it, in order to be able to completely draw a line from the past limit.

However, this war waged in his name has slowly awakened the blood and memory of those wind wolves. The general who used to be as famous as Charamon is now pretending to be a dead body on the battlefield and pretending to be a refugee. For the future life, the heart is still hard to let go.The feeling of humiliation brought about by swallowing his anger has nowhere to vent, and he can only make a heavy record in the accounts of Sasha and Elise.

Maybe what the Elf King said was right, he was not as holy as he imagined.

Forget it, we will talk about revenge later.The top priority is to save lives.After all, I am now tied to the same boat as Sharamon, so I should do my best.

In the dark dense forest, a few rays of sunlight shine through, casting mottled tree shadows on the ground.Occasionally there is a breeze blowing, conveying messages from afar.A night's rest allowed the knights to recover a certain amount of physical strength. They lined up in two columns and walked through the narrow forest.

Flender was still leaning quietly in Charamon's arms, his eyes dimmed, feeling the message from the wind.Sharamon seemed to have sensed it, and gave him a slightly surprised look.Flender lowered his eyelashes and smiled back at an angle he couldn't see.

At the end of the woods, there was a vast plain stretching as far as the eye could see. Because of the season, most of the grass on it had withered, so Flender saw the neatly prepared enemy army on the plain at a glance.

The person behind him froze suddenly, then let out a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and made a gesture.

Following his gestures, the knights who were a little flustered by the surprise of the enemy quickly calmed down, moved their positions, and formed a pointed square formation. Sharamon handed Flender to the knights at the center of the formation, and alone Ride your horse up to the tip of the cone.

The familiar situation made Flender couldn't help but think of the scene when he and Charamon first met.

At that time, Salamon was only an adjutant, because General Gaston made a mistake in decision-making at that time, and led less than a thousand remnants to be besieged by Salaman's army.

However, Flender is already a general, and ten successive spells of the forbidden spell of wind earned him the name of "Wind Wolf".He and Sasha stood together on a high tower, overlooking the green-eyed young man who was surrounded and struggling.

But to his and Sasha's surprise, the young officer easily saw that the army on the left wing was the weakest, and used a conical formation to penetrate the defense line there.

Charamon, located at the tip of the cone, is the breakthrough point and the key to the attack of the entire formation. His firm and calm eyes when he swung his long sword and fought bloody battles were very beautiful and impressed Flender deeply.

At that time, the wind wolf probably couldn't guess that he would fight side by side with Sharamon one day.Flender looked at the knight with his back turned to him. Because of the backlight, his figure seemed to be standing on the dividing line between light and shadow, and he suddenly wanted to see what his eyes looked like now.

The elements in the air flowed restlessly, and the opponent's magician seemed to be brewing a high-level magic.

Sharamon raised his left hand high, and then swung it down vigorously. The whole team was like a whole, maintaining a neat formation, closely following his rhythm, starting, accelerating, galloping, and charging.

Flender smiled coldly, and squeezed his ten fingers together in the cloak. The powerful magic power quickly gathered and dispersed the unfinished high-level magic. chest.

'Ah, it's rare, are you serious? '

'Yes, Your Majesty.Cooperate fully with me! '