In the darkness, Cheil found it difficult to breathe. A voice kept calling for him to wake up, but another slightly piercing voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.
Finally, a faint light appeared in Cheil's vision. It was the light emitted by the Frost Spirit.
Cheil opened his eyes, and cold frost poured into his throat.
Pale white magic surged out of his body. Relying on the support of magic, he broke through the encirclement of frost and snow and climbed out of a snowy field.
"Cough, cough …" Cheil felt much more clear-headed after inhaling large mouthfuls of cold air.
Even though there were still many strange sounds echoing in his ears, which sounded like tinnitus and made him very irritated, he managed to suppress them with the help of the Frost Spirit.
Ice Dragon, Avalanche.
Although he used magic to control the falling snow at the last moment, under the cold breath, the entire army was still swallowed by the avalanche.
Did they fall to the bottom of the cliff in the end?
Cheil looked up. The cliff was so high that it made him feel despair. The sky gradually darkened.
He struggled to climb out of the pile of snow, and the Frost Spirit instantly landed on another pile of snow.
An icy blue inscription appeared in Cheil's hand. The pile of snow was gradually moved away, revealing Marshal Artem.
"Marshal!"
Cheil immediately ran to the tall marshal's side. In the close-range battle with the Ice Dragon, the marshal had relied on his own body to resist the Ice Dragon's breath.
Marshal Amat slowly opened his eyes. The moment he regained consciousness, he covered his forehead with his hand.
"Damn it! What's with all this noise? "
"Marshal Amt, are you alright?" Cheil asked.
"I'm fine. My head is just a little muddled." Marshal Amt shook his head. He took out a flask filled with strong alcohol and took a sip, using the alcohol to sober himself up. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a sharp pain in his left leg.
"Severe frostbite." Cheil looked at Marshal Amt's left leg. The armor covering it had shattered like ice.
The wound must have been caused by the Ice Dragon's breath. When Cheil was about to use magic to treat the wound, Marshal Amt waved his hand.
"We, the southerners, have seen many of these small injuries. Prince Cheil, there are still my and your soldiers buried under the snow. They need your help more than I do."
"I understand."
Cheil also knew the seriousness of the matter. He immediately took a few steps back and began to chant a spell. The Frost Spirits surrounded him and constructed inscriptions one after another.
The moment the spell was completed, the snow on the ground was lifted, revealing the soldiers buried in the snow.
Some of the soldiers and mages were gradually waking up, but some of the soldiers seemed to still be in a deep sleep.
Prince Cheil immediately ran to the side of a sleeping soldier and tried to wake them up with his voice.
"Don't come near me! Don't come near me! "
When Cheil was about to touch the soldier, his reaction was particularly intense. It was as if he was having a terrible nightmare, and his forehead was overflowing with sweat.
Cheil had never seen such a situation before, and his tinnitus seemed to have become more serious.
Just as Cheil was about to wake him up, there was a sudden roar from the other side.
"You damn beast!!"
It was a soldier who was awake, but his mental state was extremely unstable. He knelt on the ground and kept roaring while holding his forehead.
The roar caused the surrounding soldiers who had woken up to become a little crazy. It was like a contagious virus. One by one, the soldiers fell into fear as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
Caused by the Ice Dragon?!
"Calm down!" Cheil began to try to ease the soldiers from their fear, but the effect was minimal.
Only the spellcasters with high attainments in magic maintained their rationality.
"Do any of you know any calming magic?"
Cheil asked the spellcasters who had woken up.
"Your Highness! We have already used it! But it's useless! "Another spellcaster shouted back at him.
What the hell is going on?!
Cheil looked at the soldier who kept muttering strange words in front of him and was at a loss of what to do.
He was only proficient in a few healing magic spells, but even the spellcasters who were proficient in healing magic with the army could not do anything. It was even more impossible for him to heal these soldiers.
Thinking of this, Cheil's forehead began to hurt.
The temperature at night at the border of the Land of Frost was enough to freeze any unprepared spellcaster to death. If they did not hurry up and collect the materials that fell in the canyon to build a camp, half of the soldiers would freeze to death tonight.
What should I do …
As Cheil pondered, he suddenly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.
There was a leaf sealed in the pendant. The leaf of the World Tree.
That's right! The Weave!
Cheil immediately opened the Weave and logged into the spellcaster forum. Ever since he obtained the permission to log into the spellcaster forum with the help of Noland's spellcasters a few days ago, he had completely fallen in love with this brand new "magic."
Using the spellcaster forum, he could communicate with spellcasters from Noland and discuss magic together. He could also ask questions on the forum.
Cheil found the "magic research" section of the forum, which was specially divided into the category for help, and posted a post.
The content of the post described the symptoms of these soldiers, hoping that the wise spellcaster could give him an answer and tell him the treatment method.
However, his post did not receive any response. With an anxious heart, Cheil waited for a full three minutes. When the post directly "sank" to the bottom, he felt a little discouraged.
But not long after, he received a reply to his post. He looked at the reply in surprise.
"The symptoms sound a bit like the side effects of magic addiction. Poster, you can't be using the Magic Stone, right?" The reply was from the man in yellow.
Cheil had heard of the Magic Stone before, but he did not believe that so many soldiers would use it … It must be something else.
Cheil answered in the negative and waited for the others to reply. He waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no new reply.
Could it be that the description of the symptoms was not detailed enough? Or was it because of the reply from the sage of Noland, the man in yellow? Wait … This man in yellow might not be the real person.
As Cheil listened to the shouts of the surrounding soldiers becoming more and more noisy, his inner emotions were replaced by anxiety. Just as Cheil's hope gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.
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