"Monster ......"

"It's all monsters......"

"They're all monsters......"

While Grush was treating the three wounded, the voice lingered in their ears.

After the treatment, he looked back and found that the wounded soldier he had rescued earlier was holding his waist and muttering.

He frowned and looked at the other wounded around him, and found that they were all lying on his side helplessly, Grush sighed and muttered, "What monster ......"

Just as he turned to leave, the wounded soldier suddenly shouted again: "Don't go! they are all monsters! We will die! We will all die - I have seen with my own eyes, they are not dead after their heads have fallen! I have seen it, I have seen it!"

"What?" Grush turned back in shock and saw the wounded soldier struggling to sit up, he hurried over and helped the wounded soldier to lie down.

"Don't talk about this yet, you lie down first!"

But the wounded soldier was still very agitated, he gritted his teeth, his face was very pale, his right hand grasped Grush's arm tightly, and he cried out with all his might: "It's true!

The wound that had just been treated by Grush had cracked again, and the blood had spilled out, staining the bandage that had been tied to his waist and abdomen red.

"Okay, you lie down first, I'm going to treat you, let me treat you first, and then you can talk to me when you're treated!"

Grush flattened the wounded soldier's body, mobilized the little holy power left, and channeled positive energy to treat the wounded soldier.

"I saw it, I really saw it......" The wounded soldier lay flat on the ground, muttering to himself as the others looked sideways.

"They're a bunch of monsters...... At this point, his gaze involuntarily glanced at the soldiers who were wearing black armor, but just one glance at them, he was frightened and withdrew his gaze.

The eyes of the others also glanced at the soldiers who were still 'groaning', and there was no trace of any 'monster' on them.

Because they had also fought with militias who might have been controlled by 'magic' before, they didn't show much surprise at the expressionless and cold attitude of these soldiers, and now that they know that these soldiers will cry out when they are injured, they don't think these soldiers are 'monsters'.

"There's one, there's a monster whose head has been cut off and has fallen to the ground...... But he didn't die!, he bit my foot as I passed, and my foot was bitten!" the wounded soldier spoke incoherently, but Grush understood what he was saying.

After treating the wounded soldier, Grush sat on the ground panting, glancing at the battlefield near the end of the battle, trying to save a few more people, but his sore limbs prevented him from moving.

"Look at my left foot, my left foot has been bitten!"

The wounded soldier screamed again, and Grush thought that he might have been too frightened and that his brain was not in a good sense.

Feeling the paladin's compassionate gaze, the wounded soldier who had been looking at Grush suddenly struggled to raise his left foot again, "Look!

Tears welled up in his eyes, and the wounded soldier choked up and pleaded, "Please, take us away, those guys are monsters—they're all monsters......!"

Grush took a deep breath and calmed his agitation, because this wounded soldier was really annoying......

"There really is!"

A soldier with a broken leg suddenly cried out: "He really has a bite on his left foot! Look, there really is!"

What the?!

Grush suddenly turned his head and saw that the wounded soldier's raised left calf was indeed rotten, and the flesh and blood in it were blurred......

It was as if something had exploded in Grush's brain, and his mind was empty in an instant.

Just now, he only noticed the wounded soldier's waist and abdomen, and he didn't notice that there was another wound on his left calf!

Don't...... What he said was true?

And those soldiers......

"Fur ......"

The old mage, sitting in his chair with half-open eyes, spat out a smoke ring and muttered, "It's time to show up...... 'Beria Flossie'." ”

As he spoke, the old mage yawned, and he was a little sleepy looking at the scenes of fighting and killing in front of him.

If he was doing magic experiments or fighting 'Belial Flossie', who was also a 'legendary mage', he might have tripled his interest and spirit, but just watching these scenes of fighting and killing made him want to sleep.

"If that legendary mage doesn't show up again, Abner Elfaro will lose......"

Krylov III stood with his back to the nobles, looking at the battlefield on the plain ahead, his eyes were deep, "That old fox has never allowed himself to take risks himself, he has lived so long, longer than every generation of 'Marquis of Elfaro', he must know the strength of the Sorrowful Wind Leader." If he would propose a 'decisive battle' at such a time, then he must be sure of it......"

"Your Majesty, the legendary paladin under Karl's crown is also on the battlefield......"

Speaking of Grush, Marquis Arroella frowned, his first impression of that paladin was not very good, because the 'legend' of that paladin was forged with the notoriety of the Kolo Kingdom, not to mention that just now, that paladin had prevented the war again and again, and before the knights of the Sadwind Leader joined the battlefield, the army of the royal army had begun to decline.

Compared to the 'monster' soldiers of the Elfaro family, who did not need to worry about morale and were more difficult to wear, even if they used the 'knighthood' as a reward, it was difficult for the royal soldiers whose morale was already much lower to match the enemy soldiers on the battlefield - even if they had more than twice as many soldiers!

However, it may be precisely because of the presence of that legendary paladin that 'Beria Flossie' that he did not dare to appear.

Because, 'Belial Flossi' is a legendary mage of the 'necromancy'.

The distinction between 'necromancers' and 'necromancers' is blurred, with the only difference being that necromancers are 'anti-life', they hate any life, and they are always looking to change the world into what they want it to be - in general, 'dead silence without any life' is the world they want to see!

However, the believers of the God of Justice and the God of Light cannot tolerate the existence of necromancers and necromancers, in their opinion, these guys are all lunatics who desecrate corpses and have no morals at all, so as long as they meet them, then they will definitely take action, not to mention the 'Holy Warriors', a group of madmen who are more extreme than the ordinary priests!

'Beria Flossi' didn't have any great bad deeds, he even dealt with several plagues himself, and as a member of the Elfaro family, he was protected by worldly powers, so even if his name and location were announced, no clergy would trouble him.

Marquis Aroella's speculation was not unreasonable, but neither Krylov III nor the old mage thought so.

If 'Beria Flossie' was afraid of a legendary paladin, he wouldn't be a legend!

If 'Beria Flossi' hadn't betrayed the Elfaro family, he would have been on this battlefield!

"Ahem!"

'It's coming!'

The old mage stood up and frowned again, wait, this seems to be the voice of ...... 'Marquis of Abner Elfaro'?"

"Now that the war is almost over, it's time for 'Beria Flossie' to play...... Hehe, you must think so, right?Krylov III, Floys Oak!" said the Marquis of Elfaro with a smile.

Krylov III and the old mage both looked solemn, not only because Abner Elfaro was still laughing, but they heard something 'not quite right' from the words of the marquis!

"How would you feel if I told you that the man 'Beria Flossi' didn't exist in the first place?"

Standing on the city wall, the Marquis of Elfaro smiled mysteriously, "You guys...... You're going to think I'm crazy, right?"