The Magician of Rebirth

The black awl pierced fiercely towards the defense line on the right side of the opponent. Sharamon drew his long sword out of its sheath, neatly picked up the three swords that were swinging towards him in front of him, and with a twist of his wrist, he cut the enemy's body along the gap between the helmet and the armor. Throat, bright red blood spurted out.

Suddenly, the sound of weapons colliding sounded again, and the knights on the edge of the awl also began to contact the enemy.

Flender was in the middle of the team, a relatively safe position.He concentrated his energy and silently searched for traces of the magician in the enemy army.Countless wind elements are waiting for him to dispatch, and the thick magic power circulates in the body. Wherever the mind goes, the wind magic is fired again and again, almost instantly suppressing all the attacks of the enemy magician.

This familiar feeling of controlling the situation, as if returning to the era of the wind wolf, made Flender a little dazed.

Gaston's knights struggled to maintain formation, following the shadow of their general.

Fatigue, trauma and the huge gap in numbers made their march very difficult. The knights on the edge of the cone were constantly cut off, and then the people in the middle filled in to make up for it.

Sharamon could probably guess what was going on, but he couldn't get distracted, couldn't look back, couldn't even slow down.Relying on the conical phalanx to break through, we must always maintain an indomitable momentum.As the core of the attack, all he can do is to firmly grasp the rhythm of the attack and keep moving forward.

The number of guards on both sides was constantly decreasing. Flender, who wore a black cloak and was guarded in the center of the team, was rightly regarded as Prince Gaston, and was especially favored by various arrows.

After a muffled sound, the knight behind Flender was shot in the left eye and fell heavily off his horse.

Flender withdrew his attention, quickly added a wind wall and a levitation technique for himself, barely stabilized his body on the horse, and secretly groaned.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, Flender couldn't ride a horse.

Fortunately, this horse was well-trained on weekdays, and even though no one was controlling the direction, it kept running closely with the team. Flender secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The conical phalanx has penetrated into the enemy's phalanx, passing through the range of the bow and arrow, and the magician team on the side of the team can't do anything without him. The artillery cannot be used in this state of stalemate between the two sides. .If it goes on like this, it should be able to rush out soon.

Suddenly, there was a smell of sulfur, and the elf king's exclamation sounded in his ears, "Get down, Flender!" '

Flender didn't have time to think about it, he hurriedly bent down, and added three more layers of instant wind wall.

Huge flames soared into the sky, and the impact of the artillery blasted the flesh and blood of several knights around Flender. The three-layer wind wall was torn to two layers, and many soldiers of Salaman died at the same time.

Flender raised his head, feeling terrified.It seems that the credit of killing Gaston's prince and general is too tempting, so that the commander of this army will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

However, while the artillery spared Friend, it did startle his mount.With a long hiss, it raised its front hooves high. Caught off guard, Flender almost slipped off the horse. In a panic, he grabbed the horse's mane forcefully.The war horse suffered from pain, shook its body vigorously, and suddenly accelerated and ran forward.

'Flender, hurry up, grab the horse's belly, let go, and grab the reins! ' The anxious voice of the Elven King sounded in Flender's mind.

Flender was in a hurry, clamped his legs tightly, and pulled the rein hard, but the effect was not good.The frenzied horse overtook the surrounding knights and charged straight at Charamon, who was entangled with the enemy.

Sharamon turned slightly sideways, and the long sword in his right hand slashed upwards with all his strength, holding the two long swords attacking at him at the same time, and protruding out like lightning at the moment the two passed by each other, holding Flender's hands tightly. Grabbing the reins, the strong force instantly slowed down the charge of Flender's war horse.

At this moment, Salaman's swordsmen took advantage of the gap, and several long swords flashed coldly and stabbed at the two of them.

Flender's expression was cold, and he clenched his hands covered by Sharamon tightly, his magic power surged, and the two instantaneous wind blades swung away the oncoming attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Lamon turned the long sword in his right hand, and with the sound of the wind, he chopped the tall swordsman in front of him off his horse.

The war horse under Flender's crotch stopped for a while, and then started galloping again. The huge bumps made Flender almost unable to pinch the horse's belly.

Sharamon pulled on the rein with all his strength, the muscles in his arms were stretched to the limit, almost stretching the armor close to his body, and at the same time slightly accelerated the mount to keep up with Flender's war horse.

'Quickly add Fengbi, another cannon is coming! Before the Elven King's voice fell, a shocking flower of flames bloomed beside Flender, and the sound of a huge explosion was deafening, and the exclamation of knights sounded behind him.

When the fiery air rushed in front of the two of them, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it was difficult to advance half an inch.An astonishing number of wind elements surrounded Flender and Charamon, circling rapidly, squeezed and deformed by the tension of the flames, but there was no sign of tearing.

This is the most perfect wind wall released by Flender after his rebirth.

The powerful artillery cleared away the Salaman army that was blocking the two of them at the same time, and Sharamon took the opportunity to speed up again, walking side by side with Flender.The one-handed sword opened wide and closed, swept away the remaining roadblocks, and completely rushed out of the enemy's encirclement.

The sound of horseshoes behind them gradually became more rapid, and the Gaston knights, who had survived the catastrophe, followed the two parallel figures in front and accelerated forward.

'Congratulations, little Fran, your magic power has improved! ' came the voice of the Elf King smiling.

'Ah, I found out. '

'Ah la, why do you feel like you have something on your mind? '

'Well, be it. Vlad smiled wryly. Although he broke through their main force, Salaman's light cavalry still followed closely behind. Now the remaining cavalry is less than a hundred cavalry, and almost everyone is injured. If they are caught up again by the pursuers, Definitely more bad luck than good luck.

What's more, although the battle was bloody and cruel, he didn't hate the feeling of fighting with Charamon.Flender lowered his head silently, watching Charamon still holding the hand of his horse's rein.

The palm is wide and the knuckles are distinct. There are many small scars all over the palm, some of which are still slightly bleeding, probably from being worn by the bridle when pulling the crazy horse just now.Flender couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

'Ah la, if you are worried, send them to the city before leaving... In fact, it is not bad to stay in the city. Your impression of Salaman does not seem to be very good.But Little Fran, do you really not consider working with Charamon? '

'The issue of cooperation is not something that can be unilaterally willing.It is estimated that no one would be willing to trust an enemy magician of unknown origin during the war. '

In fact, living in Gaston is a good choice.Wind Wolf has been wandering around the world since he was a teenager, and he doesn't have much sense of belonging to Salaman.Besides, there are too many unpleasant memories there, and the high exposure rate of Sasha and Iris always reminds him of the wind wolf's nightmare from time to time.But in Gaston, he might be able to truly live the peaceful life he longed for, instead of having to swallow his anger and make compromises all the time.

The premise is that Gaston can win this war, otherwise this place will soon become a vassal state of Salaman, and perhaps most of the area will become the fiefdom of Duke Ampere.

Flender raised his hand and tightened the hood on his head, covering his exposed blond hair again.Unexpectedly, a hand stretched out to take off the hood, and Sharamon's voice sounded faintly in his ears: "You don't need to wear that thing anymore. Those people should have discovered that you are not Prince Gaston. Your Highness is not interested in magic. Nothing."

Flender was slightly taken aback, and looked up at Charamon. There was no accusation or hidden subtext in the green eyes, which were frank and calm.Flender suddenly decided to give up a lot of roundabout excuses and subterfuges he had just thought up, and express his meaning in the most direct way.

"However, I still want to be with you." He took a deep breath, and for the first time, his blue eyes did not dodge and wander in feigned panic, looking straight at the general who was walking beside him.

Although they didn't know each other well enough, Flender vaguely felt that the nobles of the Salaman Empire and the Salaman Empire were different.He's sharp, but uncomplicated.When getting along with him, you don't need to use those convoluted rhetoric to cover up your true thoughts, and you don't need to pretend to be weak and harmless to lower his vigilance.

Probably, the only way to win his trust is to exchange sincerity and be honest with each other.