The short "decisive battle" between the 12th and 19th Sorcerer-Apprentices had ended.
The chaotic elemental fluctuations had not yet subsided. The battlefield was full of ravines and traces of witchcraft damage could be seen everywhere in the outer ring of the hill. However, the inner ring of the hill seemed to be solidified by the shock wave after the death of the ancient Stigmata Sorcerer. Ordinary students could hardly leave any traces on the hillside. Tens of thousands of bodies were scattered on the ground.
Of course, more than 90% of these bodies belonged to the 19th.
Grimm's pupils shrank as he flew past.
In a huge pit on the ground, seven or eight school guardians' bodies were "kneaded" into a ball. Limbs could be seen everywhere. The surrounding bodies were piled up into several layers and blood flowed like a stream. In the huge pit, the only one still breathing was the broken-winged Night Owl. It was being treated by two students with medical witchcraft, but it was also gasping for air.
Even though the decisive battle was over, Grimm could still imagine the tragedy!
Compared to Grimm who easily obtained more than 200 badges in the rear of the 19th, it was extremely difficult to get even a few dozen here. Moreover, they could get involved in some irresistible whirlpool of war at any time. (Gade had about 170 badges. Including Grimm's, there were about 270 badges in total.)
Teams of 12th students frantically rushed to the remaining 20 resource points of the 19th. Since the "decisive battle" had been lost, it was only a matter of time before the 20 resource points were lost. Once all the resource points were lost, they would have no place to stand and could only flee endlessly to avoid the greedy pursuit of the 12th students. (For the badge.)
In a big pit, seventy or eighty bound students of the 19th were looking at the people above the pit in fear and despair, waiting for the "judgment" of the students of the 12th.
The 12th Sorcerer-Apprentices on the huge pit seemed to be divided into several camps. They were arguing over the issue of how to deal with the 19th Sorcerer-Apprentice captives.
What?
Grimm saw a few acquaintances, among whom was Alastair. He did not hesitate to fly over, hoping to get news of Lafite and the others from him.
"Keeping them around will only take up our manpower and energy. Who will be in charge of them? What if the 19th Sorcerer-Apprentices came back and they attacked from both inside and outside? Hmph! In our Death Sail League's opinion, it's better to kill them. We don't need to show sympathy to our enemies! " Alastair's tone was firm. The cruelty on the ship and the ruthless education of the Black Iso Tower Academy had made him unable to arouse much sympathy from anyone except the members of the Death Sail League.
For many Dark Sorcerers, sympathy was a luxury that they could only dream of, and a distant memory.
On the other side, a female Sorcerer-Apprentice disagreed. "These captives also have the credit of our Sand River Association. Since their badges are gone, there is no conflict of interest with us. We, the Sand River Association, feel that it is better to keep them alive. Otherwise, how are we different from those dark Magi who only know how to destroy? "
"Bullsh * t, how can we be dark Magi? Killing between Sorcerer-Apprentices is recognized by the Sorcerer World. It's in line with … "A Sorcerer-Apprentice shouted from afar.
"Who said this is a real war? After so many years, who doesn't understand this so-called war …" Another Sorcerer-Apprentice began to argue.
Grimm quietly walked to Alastair. He was a little annoyed by these boring discussions.
Alastair turned around and saw Grimm. He was surprised. "Grimm? You … "
At this time, Grimm looked a little embarrassed. Even his iconic Ashen Mask had a big crack on it. His ragged robe made Alastair swallow all the words he wanted to say.
Glenn glanced at the 19th sorcerer-apprentices who were tied up in the big pit below him. They all looked pitiful like lambs, and many of them were glaring at him. Glenn was not in the mood to care about these boring things. He said lightly, "Do you know where Lafite is? It's a mess now and the crystal ball is out of range. "
Alastair opened his mouth and said a location hesitantly.
Grimm frowned. "What's wrong? What happened? "
"You'll know when you get there." A bitter smile appeared on Alastair's face.
Grimm squinted his eyes. He left a clear footprint on the ground and his body shot up into the sky. Then he flew to the location Alastair told him by the repulsive and gravitational forces. His speed attracted the attention of some Sorcerer-Apprentices from time to time.
…
Half an hourglass later, Grimm saw a few familiar figures on the ground. There were also some other members of the Death Sail League resting around them. Grimm flew toward Lefay and the others and landed on the ground with a thud.
"Grimm …" Lafite greeted Grimm after seeing him. But he looked sad. He was in a bad mood and did not want to say anything.
Under the Ashen Mask, Grimm's expression changed slightly. Glancing around, Glenn saw Lafite, Robinson, and Robin. Finally, Glenn set his eyes on Anna who was squatting on the ground, crying with her back facing him, and the figure who was lying quietly on the ground.
Grimm's pupils shrank. He finally understood why they were sad.
Walking behind Anna, Grimm looked at the figure that had been pieced together. This familiar figure had been with him since Bi Seer City. She had become his teammate who he trusted with his life. But now … she had been torn apart and pieced together.
Dark Sorcerers were different from Bright Sorcerers.
As time went by, Dark Sorcerers would become more and more powerful. At the same time, the number of friends who could make a Dark Sorcerer feel emotional fluctuations, trust, and trust with their lives would become fewer and fewer. Therefore, every powerful Dark Sorcerer was destined to be lonely. This was also an inevitable change in their temperament after living in a cruel environment for a long time.
Therefore, at this moment, Glenn could instinctively feel that the reason why he couldn't control his sadness was because he had really lost something very important to him at this time, although he couldn't understand the importance of this thing at this time.
Robinson walked to Grimm and said in a low voice, "He was killed by some guardians who were fighting. After his Bloodline Witchcraft, his unique bloodthirst made him lose his mind and run away from the Alliance. We didn't have time to rescue him …"
Robinson was also sad, even more so than Grimm. He had experienced more with Grimm than Chris.
Grimm tried hard to control his sadness, like a man who would not allow himself to shed tears. His voice was choked with sobs, "The side effect of Bloodline Witchcraft …"
Anna was in tears. She did not even notice that the mask covering her scar had fallen to the ground.
Of course, she was sad. She had lost the brother she had relied on since she was a child. She had lost the brother who had always protected her and shielded her from the wind and rain. Without her brother, she could no longer be weak, because no wizard in this world would treat her so selflessly, not even her most beloved lover in the future.
A wizard's most sincere expression from the bottom of his heart could be touching. It could melt people's defenses, just like the innocent and lovely girl in the Twenty Drops of Blood Union.
Borg could not stand it anymore. He strode over and grabbed Grimm's clothes, roaring, "Where have you been? You want to fight alone? I think you're running away. You're afraid! You're terrified! You have the power of an elder recognized by Alastair, but you're just a coward inside! If you were here, your wizard apprentice named Chris would not have died, and she would not be so sad! "
It was rare for wizards to meddle in other people's business like Borg, especially Dark Wizards, who were so rare that they had become legends.
But at this moment, Anna's sadness was truly felt by people, and it even made Borg do something out of line.
Grimm was also very sad. He was being treated so rudely by Borg. His bloodshot eyes under the broken Ashen Mask were full of murderous intent.
A strong repulsive force made Borg take a few steps back and let go of Grimm's clothes.
"You!" Borg realized that he had lost his composure. When he came back to his senses, he was speechless. He looked at Grimm in horror. Just now, that feeling in that instant …
Grimm looked at Borg. The murderous intent disappeared without him noticing.
Glenn looked at Borg's ignorant expression and suddenly felt very bored. Between sorcerer-apprentices, due to age and distance, some indescribably childish plots seemed to play out every day. Although they all knew some things were childish, they had to do it because they were too short-sighted and could only live in a limited space.
He did not want to explain anything to Borg. Maybe it was because Grimm was more mature and farsighted. A man with a strong mind would not bother to talk nonsense to someone who could only see the road ahead.
Compared to the paleness of words, actions were more appropriate and real.
Grimm walked to Anna and squatted down. He ignited the Eternal Flame in one hand to ignite Chris's body and took out 100 badges with the other. He said calmly and seriously, "Chris is dead. He was not only your brother, but also my friend. These 100 badges are not to help you, but to avenge my friend. Sorcerer-Apprentices face death all the time. Others will die, and so will we. Grow up, Nina York. "
Anna raised her tear-stained eyes and looked at Glenn with swollen eyes. Her delicate body kept trembling like a helpless lamb who had lost its mother.
"Brother Grimm, sob …" Anna hugged Grimm tightly, venting the pain in her heart. Her tears stained Grimm's ragged robe.
With Chris's death, Anna seemed to have died as well. Or maybe … she was reborn.
Glenn looked at the half of Nina's face that had yet to be healed. He thought of the vow he made with Chris on the ship, which was not fulfilled. He sighed. The world would not change according to one's will, especially the weak ones.
On the other side.
Borg looked at Grimm and took out hundreds of badges. The only way to get these badges was to kill the apprentices of the 19th.
Burke recalled his own words just now. He actually mocked Glenn for being weak and escaping from the battlefield. He actually thought that Glenn was a coward. At this moment, being stared at by a group of sorcerer-apprentices in the distance, he felt a burning pain on his face. His body felt as if it was being incessantly burned by flames!
At this moment, Borg wanted to find a hole in the ground and hide to avoid those people's gazes.
Now that he thought about it, his words of ridicule just now were as if he was slapping himself hard in the face. He was like a clown in a stage play performing some clichéd hilarious plot, playing the role of a villain.
Borg's face was red with shame. He lowered his head and strode away.
He wasn't willing to stay in this place for even a breath's time. This would be an unforgettable humiliation and growth experience for him in his life.
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