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Among the Dragonborn people, it is not difficult to find individuals with magical talents, physical elements, and strong individuals. But among humans, such a existence is a rare species.

People with magical talents don't exercise themselves too much. And most of the warriors who are physically strong don't know anything about magic. But Gordon is an exception. With the special ability of the blood mage, his constitution attribute is now as high as 22 points, and he easily meets the learning requirements of learning the specialty of Akchosia Quick Spell.

After looking through the books left behind by Sepsteen, Gordon decided to seize the hours before dawn to get some rest. Tonight's battle has exhausted him, and he needs a good rest.

Early the next morning, a regular biological clock had formed for Gordon to wake up on time. He tidied up his clothes, called out the system, checked his status, and now that his mana was full, and left the tent.

Ms. Bishop organized all the soldiers to clean the battlefield in three shifts, collecting the mutilated corpses of the demons and burning them all. If these abyssal creatures are not destroyed as soon as possible, if they are left to the corpse wilderness, over time, their remaining chaotic attribute energy may cause great trouble.

Gordon first went to Falia to visit Xie Ona, and now her sister is still unconscious, but her condition is quite stable. He combed through the names of people in his mind, and now that he was in the limelight for a while, he was a young mage who was highly valued by the Lord of Wands, and he had a bright future, but his foundation was still shallow, and there were very few people he knew who could help and treat Xie Ona's injuries.

"It seems that we can only ask Lord Antello for help in this matter. If you can invite the senior leaders of the three major temples in the Far Frost Province, Xie Ona's injuries should be saved. ”

Seeing Gordon's brows. Faria said, "Let's go, mage, I'll accompany you to get something to eat." If your body collapses, Sheona is really helpless. ”

Gordon glanced at the silver girl beside him in surprise.

"Think it's weird? This countryman from Orlandos, the land of ice and snow, a rough girl who is incompatible with the upper class of the Blue Water City, and a female barbarian who picks a meteor hammer when she sees a man, actually cares about people? ”

Gordon shook his head, the corners of his mouth turned up helplessly. This girl took the initiative to take care of Xie Ona yesterday, early this morning. It's surprising that they care about their bodies. But looking at her straightforward speaking style, it's still the Falia in memory.

The silver girl glanced at the black mage, "You think so, just because you know too little about me. I don't mince words about other men, just because I look down on them. And you. has earned my respect. ”

Gordon thought about it, probably from the experience of fighting against the black dragon with her last night. Let's get closer to each other. It's also in line with the cultural tradition of the Orlandos people: true friendship. It can only be built on a battlefield where life and death are fleeting.

So, he accepted the invitation for breakfast: "I hope there is still ...... left of the tender venison that the Lambatoni brothers hunted yesterday."

"Don't dream, while you're sleeping, the guys have a celebratory feast all night long, and most of the meat has been spoiled by the drunkards. If we were able to find some cured meats and bread, we should be thankful for Bahamut's blessings. ”

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I heard from Ms. Bishop that reinforcements from the Winterpaw Legion are coming, and we will have sufficient supplies at that time. ”

When talking about the Winterclaw Legion, Gordon's face seemed to become a little strange. So he wisely decided to divert the subject.

The two were chatting. While stepping out of the tent.

When the soldiers walking in the camp saw the two of them, they all put down what they were doing, stood up and saluted, and cast respectful glances.

Although the soldiers were secretive about the undead reinforcements last night, they didn't know that after a life-and-death battle with the black dragon, it was Gordon and Faria who saved the army in the end. But these low-level soldiers still knew that if it weren't for the activity of these two people, they would definitely not survive.

Seeing Gordon's calm smile and nodding back to the soldiers from time to time, Falia frowned slightly: "What, you enjoy this feeling of being in the limelight?" ”

"It's better to be popular than to be hated, right? And you can't help but respond to the kindness of others. That would only be considered arrogant. ”

"You may have a point." Faria chucked slightly. She suddenly remembered her father, who had been in a bad relationship all these years because of her stubbornness and rebellion. She remembered the experience of dying after being struck by a black dragon last night.

"Over the years, that person has been full of guilt and tried to accommodate me and compensate me. Perhaps, as Gordon said, I should have changed. In this world, apart from parents and relatives, not everyone will have selfless and kind ...... for themselves"

Gordon saw that Faria was lost in his own thoughts, but did not interrupt the other party. But it didn't take long for her face to change slightly.

Gordon, of course, knew why. The keen senses brought by the "Inheritor of Blood" allowed him to clearly hear the whispers of the soldiers around him. Some of them are about him and Faria, and the key words are nothing more than "general match", "natural pair", "grand duke's son-in-law" and the like. Who says only women gossip? These old men who stay in the barracks and have nowhere to vent their male hormones should not be underestimated.

However, in the eyes of these soldiers at the lowest level of society, Gordon and Faria did have a match made in heaven. A valiant and beautiful, noble-born, like a Valkyrie, charged forward and led them to victory. Another mysterious and wise, omnipotent, always able to turn the tide with spells at critical moments, turning decay into magic. And it's not the traditional combination of a heroic knight and a delicate princess in adventure novels, it's more talked-about.

Faria, who has activated the blood of the silver dragon in her body, has much sharper senses, and like Gordon, she can hear the private discussions of the soldiers, but fortunately, in a sense, she and Gordon are the kind of people who go their own way and are never swayed by words. The two of them walked through the barracks as if nothing had happened, and were about to pass by the gate to find something to eat at the baggage camp behind, when they suddenly heard a loud cheer from the sentry on the earthen wall.

"Winterclaw Legion! Our reinforcements are coming! ”

The cheers quickly spread throughout the barracks, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere infected almost everyone.

Although the demons have been defeated, these exhausted, wounded and unsupplied humans are still hungry for reinforcements.

To the average person, the distance is just a black dot moving slowly forward on the rough plain. Gordon looked over, but clearly saw that several Scout Rangers sent by Miss Bishop were leading a pair of knights with bright armor and powerful weapons to gallop towards this direction.

The flag bearer held a long flag, the cold wind blew the banner hunting and rolling, and a snow-white eagle on the flag was lifelike, fluttering its wings and ready to fly.

According to the Ferreton Empire's ** system, the regiment directly under the royal family used the swallow-tailed flag for the hoplite, the pennant for the lightly armed projection infantry, and the long banner for the cavalry. In other places, the private armies of the nobles used square flags painted with family coats of arms. So Gordon could tell at a glance that it was the elite cavalry unit of the Winter Claw Legion.

Naturally, Faria also saw the Winterclaw Knight galloping away. She looked a little uncomfortable and said, "Gordon, let's go quickly, there's nothing to see." ”

Gordon felt that the attitude of this grand duke's daughter was a little strange. Driven by curiosity, he said: "I haven't seen the heroic appearance of the Winterclaw Knight of the famous empire, how can it be called 'nothing to look at', it should be said that it is 'very impressive'." ”

Faria was helpless. She wanted to leave, but she felt that she was a little weak, so she stayed.

The horses of these elite knights of the Wintertalon Legion are not ordinary, and can be compared to the Usnoth warhorses of Gordon. Soon, a shiny piece of armor took over the entire camp gate, including Gordon's field of vision. However, in this bright and flickering area, the focus of Gordon's eyes immediately gathered to the person who was at the front of the cavalry ranks, beside the flag bearer.

Dazzling silver eyes, a handsome face that makes all men jealous, and that armor full of magic and aura. By all indications, this man was the leader of this group of Wintertalon Knights.

As if sensing Gordon's gaze, the knight sitting on the white horse dismounted politely and walked over, giving a standard Ferreton knightly salute: "I'm Drington." Drington. Feng. Eisenstein. A cavalry captain of the Wintertalon Legion. ”

"Gordon. Freeman, a mage. The latter returned with a mage salute.

At least compared to the arrogant aristocrats who say "son of so-and-so, lord of so-and-so", this Drington knight gives a good first impression: modesty.

The handsome knight turned to greet the Grand Duke's daughter beside Gordon, and as soon as he spoke, Gordon was taken aback: "Faria, we meet again." Do you know how much I looked forward to this meeting when I knew that one of my missions was to rescue the only daughter of the Grand Duke of Wand? ”

Gordon glanced at the two of them. Aside from the fact that they both have a rare head of silver, the two don't seem to have much in common. It's an old acquaintance?

Gordon likes beautiful women, but he is not arrogant enough to think that all the beautiful women who have crossed paths with him all over the world should be in his pocket. So he just looked at the two of them with interest, and there was no psychology such as jealousy.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other. But I'm not looking forward to it at all. Faria replied with a cold face.

"You're still the same, like the snow-capped mountains of Orlandos, beautiful and cold." Drington said gracefully, without the slightest irritation, "However, I see that you and this Mr. Gordon seem to be on good terms." (To be continued!)