The Dean Has Arrived

Donald used the half-cut knife in his hand to dig a hole in the ground.

Although the soil in this grassland is still soft, the work of digging a hole is definitely not easy. He was already sweating profusely after digging a small hole half the size of a person, less than 30 centimeters deep.

After going through the great battle tens of minutes ago, the remaining strength was almost exhausted.

But he gritted his teeth stubbornly and continued to repeat his actions over and over again.

Beside him, there is a bloody, even broken corpse. Only from the conspicuous scar on the mutilated face can it be vaguely recognized. This is the veteran who rescued Donald before.

"Let me help."

After resting for a while, the sorcerer girl Silwen, who had regained her spirits, couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up leaning on a wooden stick that she didn't know where.

"No, Mr. Mage should continue to rest."

Donald forced a smile on his face, then turned around and continued to work in silence.

"Don't underestimate me just because I'm a girl, I'm taking the intensive study of earth elements at the academy."

The girl pulled out her small magic wand, spit out a string of spells, and waved it lightly, and the pit in front of Donald gradually expanded in a form visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you." Seeing that the pit gradually became a tomb, Donald hesitated for a moment, and finally thanked the girl.

"You're welcome, didn't you say you would always protect me?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed like crescent moons. It looks very cute: "Mr. my mage retinue."

"Dharma, mage retinue or something..."

Probably remembering what he said before, Donald scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He has been taught very strictly since he was a child, and he has been dragged by his grandfather for a lot of time to practice sword skills and fighting skills. He has almost no experience with girls, so that he blushes whenever he talks to Xierwen.

"Hmm, since you don't like being a follower of a mage," the girl looked even happier when she saw this, "What about the knight? A knight who can always protect me."

"Please, please don't make fun of me..."

The boy protested feebly.

Then he turned his head as if he wanted to avoid the girl's topic, and put the old soldier's body in the tomb despite being covered in blood (although he was not very clean before). Then cover with soil. He took off his helmet and stood silently in front of the grave for several minutes.

Originally, he wanted to pick some flowers, but it was a pity that winter was approaching, and the grassland had turned yellow. Couldn't find usable flowers at all.

for a while. Both fell silent. In their ears, apart from the conversations of the survivors not far away, there was only the sound of the howling wind on the prairie.

"My grandfather said that a soldier's best medal is a scar. A soldier's best grave is a battlefield."

After a long silence, Donald broke the silence: "Although this senior has both, but...is he really satisfied with this? Will he really be happy?"

"of course not."

Without any hesitation, the girl replied firmly: "Although war will bring honor to some people, it will cause pain and death hundreds of times more than those honors. No one will feel happy because they die in battle... ...Although it is unlikely in this era, I hope that one day, war will be completely eradicated!"

"Could it be that your..."

Donald, who didn't expect the girl to have such a big reaction, was stunned, and tentatively asked with some hesitation.

"My parents died in the war, the border friction between Sidria and Jonathan. When I was nine years old." Sylvan didn't have any taboos about this, and told the boy casually: "After that, I have been Staying at my aunt's house until the acceptance letter from the college arrives...but my aunt has no money to pay the tuition, so the headmaster specially allowed me to pay it on credit first, and then make it up after I become a formal magician."

"……Feel sorry."

For a moment, Donald didn't know what to say, so he could only apologize in the end.

"nothing."

Shirwen shrugged. This gesture was learned from Xi Wei, and it was very popular in Edric College. Then she pointed to the team leader not far away: "That is your chief, he seems to be calling you."

"oh oh."

Donald quickly put on his helmet, nodded to the girl, and ran towards the captain.

"We've got a few scouts back... but they're all pretty badly wounded."

The captain turned his face to the side, and not far behind him were those wounded scouts, and nearly half of them were so seriously injured that they would not survive long no matter how they looked.

Their mounts are all faithfully accompanied by their masters.

"Judging from the direction the orcs are heading, I'm afraid their next destination is the city of Lovinia, which our army took back with great difficulty... I asked, and among the uninjured people, you are probably the only one who knows how to ride. "

He stared at Donald with burning eyes: "So I hope you will ride the barking horse and go to Lovenia before the orcs, and inform the legion there to be alert to the orcs' attack!"

Seeing Donald's hesitation, he sighed, and added: "This mission, to be honest, is indeed very dangerous... But if it succeeds, the Legion on the Lovenia side can at least reduce the casualties by 30%! You Do you want them to repeat our mistakes..."

Donald looked around. Countless living people who were his comrades-in-arms not long ago had lost all signs of life and were lying quietly on the grass. Except for a very few who were buried by close comrades, others They can only wait to rot, they can't stay in this dangerous area for too long to bury these corpses.

"I see." The young man's gaze became firm: "Please let me go! Even if I sacrifice my life, I will bring the information with me!"

Before the captain with an admiring expression on his face could say something, a clear and dignified voice suddenly sounded.

"I'll go too."

Xierwen came to them with a wooden stick: "I'm very light, and the barking horse can carry two people at about the same speed as one person. And if I'm here, the success rate of this mission will be higher, right?"

"Master Magician?!"

The captain looked at the girl in astonishment: "Is it really okay for you to do this?"

After the three magicians got down safely, he still remembered the painful expressions on their faces caused by overcasting spells.

"It's okay, I've almost recovered."

The girl opened her hands and turned around on the spot to show that she had recovered, but the wooden stick in her hand made the credibility of her words fall below the average.

"Besides, even if there is danger, my mage followers will protect me, right?"

"Mage retinue?"

The captain looked suspiciously back and forth between Xierwen and Donald a few times, and finally threw a "Good job!" to the dumbfounding Donald. ’ look.

So, in the end, Sylvan bid farewell to her two mage companions, and set off for Lovinia with Donald.

Along the way, the two occasionally communicated.

But the further they go, the less communication there is between them.

Because there was already a faint smell of blood in the air. After experiencing the baptism of war, they all have a different sensitivity to this smell.

The two looked at each other, and both saw a meaning in each other's eyes.

I'm afraid there's a fight ahead.

In order not to cause unnecessary complications, they decided to bypass the main battlefield.

However, the further you go, the stronger the smell of blood.

When the barking horse passed a stream, Sylvain screamed suddenly, but immediately covered her mouth again.

"What's wrong?"

Donald, who was tormented by the lingering bloody smell, asked.

Xierwen turned pale, and she moved close to Donald's ear and bit her ear, which made the boy feel itchy.

It's a pity that the content of the whisper is not good.

"What flows in the creeks on the ground is not water... but blood!"

Donald's expression changed.

It's not an adjective like a red-stained creek, but a creek directly composed of blood...

How many people have to die!

"Shall we go and see the situation?" The young man gritted his teeth, and drove the restless barking horse towards the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.

"But at this time, shouldn't we avoid accidents?"

Although the girl was equally curious, she was surprisingly rational.

"The situation should have changed now, and new intelligence should be more valuable than old information."

Donald said plausibly.

Silwen, who had never learned the relevant knowledge, was also persuaded. She drew out her wand to be vigilant, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

Then they saw a mountain.

The place that should have been the center of the forest seemed to have been bombed by some destructive force. All the trees in the center disappeared, while the surrounding trees fell down radially towards the periphery.

The ground is also covered with all kinds of potholes, some are still smoking, some have neat cuts, some have ice cubes left, some have green liquid sizzling inside, and some have green liquid sizzling inside. Weeds even grew...

And in this clearing, there is a hill.

That is a hill piled up with countless orc corpses!

Judging from this order of magnitude, not only the orcs who attacked Donald and the others just now, but at least five times as many orcs gathered here, and finally died here.

Many blood streams that have begun to turn dark red originate from this hill, winding in all directions.

Above the hill of corpses, a figure was floating there, as if he didn't see the miserable corpses under his feet, and was thinking about something.

Just as Donald was considering whether to run away quickly, the girl behind him exclaimed again.

"Dean... Your Excellency?" (to be continued...)