"War, pain, disaster, darkness, and disease will go away, and your souls will rest in peace... May the gods be with you..."
A simple wooden frame was set up in the camp, and the five Norscan warriors who died in the battle were cremated that night... Rhodes personally read their eulogies and lit the fire.
No one dared to despise them, even the Kislev soldiers who had previously shown contempt for the Norscans were all on the outside at the moment, watching this scene silently. Without this group of Norscans, the camp would fall tonight.
, all of them may become servants of vampires and become undead...
It was this group of brave Norscan warriors who saved them, as well as Rhodes. The performance of Lord Blackhammer Castle was nothing to this group of Norscans. They had seen thunderstorms a hundred times more powerful than this. And this scene
For those Kislev soldiers and Caroline, it was a miracle.
Especially the group of Kesar infantrymen. At this moment, no one dared to look down upon this small lord and his troops in the remote area. Even the way they looked at Rhodes became extremely pious.
"They are all warriors..."
Standing next to Rhodes, Caroline whispered. The firelight reflected her slightly childish face, and at the same time, a trace of guilt hung on Caroline's face. After all, these people died to protect her.
However, Rhodes didn't blame her. She couldn't be blamed in the first place. As the only wizard in the team, she killed a vampire, and other vampires would naturally come to her for revenge. Anyone else would do the same...
"The gods will accept them."
Rhodes whispered.
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When late night came, there was silence in the camp, a deathly silence. The soldiers returned to their tents and fell asleep soundly. Their tired bodies could no longer withstand the torture. In one night, they fought two battles. The vampires gave people
The fear caused is indelible, and even after falling asleep, it will become a nightmare in people's dreams.
Rhodes couldn't sleep, so he sat by the bonfire to keep warm. Although he was not afraid of the cold, the feeling brought by the burning flames always made him feel at ease. No matter what dirty or rotten things were thrown into it, they would turn into a pile of ashes in the end, as if
It can really purify evil.
Watching the dancing firelight always made him feel at ease... Rhodes suddenly understood why the fire god Daha had such a high status in Mrs. Kislev's belief, because it could always give people warmth and peace of mind. Especially in Kisli.
In a cold place like Sreif, where the wind of death is everywhere, flames are needed to purify everything.
"Rhode..."
she called softly.
"Aren't you sleeping yet?"
Rhodes turned around and asked. Caroline stood there, wearing a close-fitting wool sweater. The soft and dense material outlined her slim figure. There was a shallow V gap in the front of the wool sweater, revealing the ice-like figure.
She has white skin, and at the end of her V-shaped collar, you can vaguely see the upper part of the two plump snow peaks on her chest. The cuffs of her top are very narrow, edged with silver thread, and buttons are made of North Sea black pearls, revealing two small and exquisite hands. You can imagine Han
The ice arrows shot out of her hands were as light as playing a piano.
"Well, I can't sleep. Just like you..." Caroline walked over and whispered softly. She used a small spell to blow away the dust on the ground and sat next to Rhodes.
"Then let's chat and warm up by the fire. Maybe you'll fall asleep once your body warms up."
Rhodes said in a slightly tired voice.
"Is this your first time meeting a vampire?"
The atmosphere of silence was broken by Rhodes. Looking at the side face of the witch, Rhodes asked.
"Well, it's our first time meeting you."
"As Frost Witches, shouldn't you know a lot about these evil creatures?"
Rhodes asked and handed the wine bottle in his hand to Caroline. This was not some dwarf spirit, but ordinary wine. There were a few lines of small words engraved on the glass bottle - Burrows Winery, Bretonnia. Although
No one knows where this winery is, but there is a sense that as long as the wine is produced in Bretonnia, the quality will not be too bad.
Caroline took the bottle of wine unceremoniously and took a big sip...
"In fact, there are not many. In the magic academy, information about vampires is banned, and no one can learn about them. In the library, you can check out various books on astronomy, geography and history, including descriptions of green skins and beastmen.
, elves, and dwarves, but there are only no books about vampires.”
Caroline wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with the back of her cold hand.
"Why is this happening?"
Rhodes asked with a frown.
"I don't know... In short, in the magic academy, the knowledge of vampires is a restricted area. Not only is there no relevant information, but once you ask about this knowledge and history, you will be scolded. In serious cases, you may even be imprisoned in a dungeon. Tutor
As I said, vampires have disappeared from this land for many years."
Caroline answered depressedly. Rhodes could see her expression, as if she had been deceived for a hundred years, and she was depressed. Of course, this was indeed the case, she had been deceived... All students studied at Kislev Magic Academy
The witch apprentices are all being deceived...
The most powerful evidence is that tonight, as the Frost Witch, she saw with her own eyes the bloodthirsty and cruel vampire creature.
"But they have not disappeared, and there are signs of recovery. Caroline, what we saw tonight may only be a very small part of the vampire family, maybe just the tip of the iceberg."
Rhodes spoke in as gentle a tone as possible.
Rhodes' words were true, otherwise there would not have been a riot in Erlengrad. Caroline's face was filled with pain. She could not imagine how many secrets she had hidden behind the Magic Academy, her trusted mentor.
"Why did they attack us?"
Caroline muttered to herself.
"I don't know. Maybe they came out to look for prey because of hunger and thirst for blood, and they happened to encounter us. Maybe they were tracking Erengrad's troops from the beginning, or maybe they were attracted by the smell of blood and came here.
Our search for prisoners took too long..."
Rhodes said.
"Your injury?"
Caroline suddenly became concerned. As she spoke, she naturally picked up Rhodes' hand and placed it in her palm to examine it. The rough palm was covered with calluses and the back of the hand was also covered with scars. After all, it is impossible to maintain a warrior's hand.
So good. They were hands that had been bitten by a manticore and cut by a sword. Caroline put it in her hands and rubbed it gently, as if she was a doctor with superb medical skills and could diagnose the underlying causes.
The symptoms are the same. Those delicate and white fingers gently pinched Rhodes' fingers, making Rhodes feel slightly embarrassed...