PS: There's no such thing as a chapter when it comes to writing about war. I'm really not good enough, please forgive me.
When the scouts returned to the camp, the army had already set up a large camp in the forest. The return of Laing and the others caused everyone to cheer. Although many knights and soldiers returned with injuries, they proudly showed off their spoils of war, which were strings of goblin ears and big green heads.
"My king, what have you encountered?" Count Anthelm came up. He led the pegasus knights to hide in the forest to rest. The knights held carrots to feed the intelligent pegasus, which flapped their wings and swallowed the carrots.
"We encountered an ambush and cavalry of the green skin." Leon reached out and tore off the king's robe. The king's robe was covered in the blood and flesh of the Green Dwarfs, as well as the stench of the Giant Spider's blood. Leon took a deep breath and said, "And the Green Dwarf Warlord, the leader of Iron Cliff, Gronok Ironclaw."
"What's the situation?" Anthelm carefully looked at the casualties and spoils of war of the scouts. "Looks like you won the battle? My king, how do you know the name of the green skin warlord? "
"Because it called out its name. Green things have always been so disgusting," Veronica replied. Her fiery red combat leather coat was torn, and her well-groomed hair was stained with grass seeds, weeds, and even the excrement of the green skin. Almost as soon as she returned to the camp, she immediately asked the apprentices to arrange a bath for her. "That green skin warlord is really difficult to deal with. He was shot three times in the body, stabbed and slashed in the back by Laing, and even shot in the back by Bertrand, but he didn't die."
"If the green skin died so easily, it wouldn't be a green skin." Anthelm smiled elegantly. "Thank you for your hard work, Lady Veronica. You should have been training in the wizard tower, but you came to the front line and fought side by side with us."
"I know what I should do. I don't need you to guide me, Sir Anthelm. Thank you for your recognition, but I think I need some privacy." Witch Garland's face was stained with dirt. She greeted them and rushed into the tent. The other witches in the army did the same.
On the other hand, the knights and the old guards were not in a hurry to change out of their bloodstained robes and armor. Instead, they proudly displayed themselves to everyone in the camp. The men revealed looks of disdain when they saw the witches in such a hurry.
Heh, women.
At the same time, the witches also rolled their eyes at this group of men, thinking, Isn't this uncomfortable? Smelly and injured, yet still so proud? It was so disgusting and boring.
Heh, men.
"We've heavily injured the green-skinned warlord of Steel Cliff. Well done, Brother Laing." Belega stroked his white beard, raised his head, and said to Laing, "This time's investigation did yield some results."
"I think it's the opposite." Laing shook his head with a wry smile. "We've destroyed the green-skinned giant spiders and cavalry. It's a glorious achievement. So is the green-skinned warlord. But we didn't complete our investigation mission."
"No, we did." Belega shook his head violently. "Brother Laing, do you remember what I told you? The green-skinned warlord and his cavalry rarely defend the city. We've heavily injured the green-skinned warlord and his cavalry. According to the glorious tradition of the Iron Claw tribe, they no longer have the courage to fight us in the field. So the battle of Steel Cliff is much easier to fight. Tomorrow, I'll take people to explore the surrounding area. "
"Good! I'll go with you tomorrow. "Laing nodded. He announced on the spot," Today's battle was very difficult, but also very good! Everyone has worked hard. Now, please have a good rest and heal your wounds. There's still a very difficult battle to fight. "
The army disbanded in the camp. Laing could see that Anthelm had something to say to him. He waved his hand and dismissed the remaining knights, indicating that everyone could disperse.
"Sir Kalad, do you need a bath?" The Light Fire Wizard, Catherine, once again very considerately took the initiative to come to Kalad. She did not seem to care about the stains and dust on her body at all. Instead, she took the initiative to help Kalad untie the robe that was covered with green skin and spider minced meat. "Do you need me to help you?"
"Ah, no need." Kalad was a little embarrassed. Count Garament, who had the strength of the Sanctum, vaguely understood the thoughts of the witch in front of him. After hanging around with Laing for many years, Kalad began to gradually understand some things. He knew that he was not ready to accept a new relationship, so he could only politely refuse. "I'll do it myself. Thank you, Miss Catherine. You've worked hard today. Go and rest early."
"I can prepare a large basin of hot water in a minute." Catherine was still insisting.
"Alas, Kalad, since Miss Catherine has said so, you should give her a chance." Laing smiled and said, "Haha, you don't want free hot water?"
"Then … Okay." Kalad had to obey the king's order. Catherine cast a grateful look at Laing, and the two of them left one after another.
Before Laing had time to speak to Antelme, he noticed that Antelme's eyes revealed a hint of displeasure. Only then did the king notice that Durant, the deputy of Ruthless Reaper, had also come out. He was pestering the witch named Scarlett. "Miss Scarlett, you've worked hard after returning from the expedition. I've already sent someone to prepare the bath water for you. You can take a bath now. Oh, please don't worry, I've arranged for the maids and strong women to do it. I'll never —"
"Enough, get out of my way!" Scarlett put her hands on her hips and said fiercely. The witch's attitude was bad. "I don't want your bath water. Get out of my way before I do it. Get out of my way, now! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you! "
"But …" Seeing that Scarlett was unhappy, Durant quickly bowed and carefully put on a fawning expression. "It'll take a lot of time and magic power for you to do it yourself."
"That's because I'm willing. Get out of my way now!" Scarlett had already summoned a small fireball. Witch Garland could not help but get angry. "Get out!"
It seemed that the conflict was about to escalate, but Durant was unwilling to leave. He was still trying to explain that he had no malicious intentions.
"Scarlett, you're not allowed to use magic in the camp! Durant, since she doesn't agree, don't pester her. " Laing finally decided to speak. Witch Garland was shocked and quickly apologized to Laing. Then she angrily pushed Durant away and left. Durant was very embarrassed. He looked at Laing with a wronged expression, indicating that this was not what he had suggested before.
"These country bumpkins are all so annoying," Antelme said unhappily. Anthelme said with some displeasure, "I would like to make a sincere suggestion to you, my king. Your independent regiment of Brittania and that black-hearted Leppu should not set foot in Brittania. You know how many knights would like to kill them."
"I know, I have other plans for them." Laing nodded with a wry smile. As a Knight of the Holy Grail, Antelme's attitude was already good, but it was only about the matter, not the person.
Knight King and Count Khuilwu walked towards the king's tent. Laing thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "What about Durant?"
What about Durant? Antelme was stunned for a second. He suddenly understood what Laing meant. "If it's him, it's okay. Most of the knights hate and hate Ruthless Reaper and his pistol-wielding cavalry. As for Durant … he's a brave warrior, and he's not a direct descendant of Ruthless Reaper. The knights don't have much of an opinion about him. My king, if you wish, I can appropriately lead the conversation in the camp."
"Very well, I understand." Laing knew what to do. Knight King stretched out his hand and raised his five fingers, indicating that Antelme could speak. Obviously, Suria's uncle had something to talk to him about.
"My king, do you know the divination of the Stragnini?" Antelme hesitated for a moment, but he still said, "It's the divination that the Stragnini witches know."
"Divination? There are still Stragnini left in the camp? " Laing frowned and said to Antelme, "Didn't I order the expulsion of all Stragnini?"
"That was supposed to be the case." Antelme was silent for a few seconds. "But when we were capturing a Stragnini girl, the girl suddenly fell into a bizarre state. My courtier told me that she had entered a state of uncontrollable magic because of her emotions. We were about to take her down, but she made a prophecy about this war."
"Uncontrollable magic?" Laing stopped and continued, "Prophecy? Why are you only telling me now? "
"Because we were trying to determine the authenticity of the prophecy, and at the same time, we locked her up and interrogated her repeatedly. After a few days, we determined that the prophecy seemed to be made by her unintentionally. We even gave her Lady Veronica's truth-telling serum, and she still said that it was a gift from the Vampire King to her and her people. This prophecy mentioned the Gate of Valeya's Sorrow, and it is said that our expeditionary force will face an unprecedented battle there." Antelme whispered, "I know this is bizarre, but the Stragnini's prophecies have always been accurate, and the Lake God's prophets also think that she is not lying, so I came to tell you."
"What is the name of this Stragnini girl?" Laing's face was serious. They were now in the dark in the Vile Land, and they were relying entirely on Bellegar's understanding of the Vile Land.
"Her name is Esmeralda," Antelme said.
"Esmeralda … What about Quasimodo?" Laing heard the name and casually complained.
"Quasimodo? There is no one called Quasimodo. " Antelme was also confused by Laing's words. "Let me ask again, Your Majesty. Do you know this Stragnini girl?"
"No … I don't know, but I have read a similar story in the ancient books of Kurona." Laing hurriedly said, "It is a story of a Stragnini girl and a halfling in love. The ending is very tragic, but it is purely a literary creation, not a real thing."
"Okay … So, my king, what are you going to do? Do you want to hear the prophecy, or do you want us to execute this Esmeralda? "Antelme did not care.
"Let's meet her. How about this, I will take a shower and change my clothes first. When it is time for dinner, gather all the Grail Knights and commanders, as well as King Bellegar and the rest to the tent for dinner. I want to hear what this prophecy is about!"
"Yes!"
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