"Young master Colin!"
"Colin!"
On the chaotic battlefield, only two people noticed the poor Colin being sent flying.
One was Knight Raymon, the other was Vera.
Raymon had been by Colin's side, but even he hadn't expected Colin to be sent flying upon impact, it was completely too late to provide assistance.
Besides, since he was at the very front of the formation, Raymon too was too preoccupied with fighting off the incoming trolls, he didn't have the luxury to check on Colin's situation.
As for Vera.
She hadn't been paying attention to Colin all this while.
Ever since the appearance of the troll wolf cavalry, she had been hiding in the back, preparing her magic, completely occupied and oblivious to the situation in the front.
Not until Colin descended from the sky, landing next to her feet, did she get a startle.
Luckily the magic she had been preparing had just been released and she was at rest. Otherwise, she might have been so scared by Colin that it would disrupt her spell-casting.
"Colin! Are-, are you okay?"
Vera looked at Colin laying before her, her mind lost in confusion.
Because Colin's injuries seemed truly shocking to behold.
A lance vertically pierced his chest, nailing him to the ground.
With such wounds, even if Vera wanted to help him, she wouldn't know where to begin.
At this moment, Colin was gritting his teeth in pain.
The waves of agonizing pain made him lose his consciousness. He originally wanted to just pass out, but when he saw Vera by his side, he suddenly changed his mind.
This was not the time to pretend to be dead.
If he missed this golden opportunity to leave a profound impression on Vera, wouldn't that be a great loss for him?
After all, this young and beautiful female mage was the fourth heir to the Northern Duke!
She was an influential figure.
If Colin wanted to defeat Count Uman who was secretly conspiring for the nobility of the Angler family, this was an opportunity that he must earnestly grasp.
"Miss Vera, help me."
"How…how can I help?"
"Pull it out!"
"No, you'll… you'll die…"
"Even if death awaits, I want to die standing! Not nailed to the ground like an insect!" Colin's performance at this moment fully exemplified the resilience of a hardened warrior.
"..." Vera was indeed left speechless by the shock.
"Hurry up!"
Only then did Vera grip the lance piercing Colin's chest with her trembling hands.
Then, she hesitated, looking at Colin's eyes.
There, she saw no cowardice or fear of death, only resolve.
Infected by such a gaze, Vera took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and yanked it out.
"Ahhh!!!!!"
Colin screamed in agony, cursing why he couldn't be immune to pain.
"Colin!" Vera cried with teary eyes, and quickly stepped forward to lend a hand to Colin who was barely standing but seeming ready to collapse any moment.
The familiar touch, the familiar pleasant fragrance.
But Colin had no time to indulge in it.
The acute pain made it impossible for him to remain calm, let alone stand on his own.
Only then did he realize that it's not so easy to play the hero.
Forget it, it might be better to pretend to be dead…
"Leave me alone!" Colin croaked out, "Hurry up and prepare your magic, the soldiers fighting at the front line need your help more than I do."
"...Okay!" Vera did not dawdle, first she helped Colin sit down on the ground, then she turned and started to cast the spell.
At this moment, both sides were fiercely battling, but Colin noticed that the troll wolf cavalry was not able to break through the human line, instead they were trapped in it and were being tightly surrounded by the fearless soldiers.
He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as the wolf cavalry was trapped in the formation and lose their speed advantage, then, in this battle, humans stood a chance.
Moreover…
"Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop!"
The crisp sounds of horse hooves rang out again.
It was Knight Blis, leading the cavalry in their return!
This small cavalry squad of no more than a hundred men, appeared at the crucial moment, like a sharp arrow piercing directly into the heart of the troll formation.
"Reinforcements are here! Kill!"
Nobody knew who roared out, but the Humans side suddenly erupted with an astonishing momentum, while the Trolls fell into confusion under the attack from both front and back.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Colin only felt an intense cold outbreak behind him.
Then, he saw countless rainwater descending from the sky instantly freeze into ice blades, smashing towards the center of the Troll army formation.
Vera had begun to show her power.
"Kill that Mage!"
The Trolls also realized Vera's presence, and wanted to get rid of this long-ranged magic caster.
However, how could the human soldiers, fighting for their goddess, let the trolls succeed?
They swarmed up crazily, forming human walls in front of Vera, blocking the path of the Trolls.
Blood flowed and dead bodies piled up, the battle had reached its most intense moment.
Suddenly, Colin only saw a flash of red light. A blood-red long spear broke through the layers of the human wall and surprisingly appeared in front of Vera.
Good opportunity!
Without the slightest hesitation, Colin leaped forward, positioning himself in front of Vera.
"Shick!"
The long spear pierced Colin's chest again.
He seemed to feel that his heart, which had already stopped beating, was shattered once again by this continuous spear strike.
"Colin! Colin!" Vera rushed to him, tears uncontrollably flowing down, "Why? Why..."
Colin wanted to create some melodrama like those in cheesy TV dramas, but the intense pain was about to overwhelm his will.
At this moment, he knew, he had to imprint the deepest memory in Vera's heart with the most simple action!
So, he whispered: "I hope to be buried with one of your personal items..."
"No, you won't die, you won't die..." Vera was crying and shaking her head.
Colin stopped speaking, and slowly reached out to touch Vera's earlobe.
Vera did not stop him.
Colin took off one of her diamond earrings.
Colin held the earring tightly in his palm and slowly closed his eyes.
This is so damn painful!
Colin roared in his heart.
However, he felt that his performance just now wasn't so bad.
He believed that by doing so, he would etch an indelible impression in Vera's heart.
Moreover, through this somewhat ambiguous act, he subtly expressed his feelings of admiration.
He believed that this would have a great impact on a naïve young girl like Vera!
Poor Vera still didn't know that the guy in her arms was playing dead, and even using this to calculate her.
However, after crying for a while, she immediately wiped her tears away.
Now is not the time to mourn.
Vera gently laid Colin down, then resolutely turned around, raised her magic staff high, murmuring words.
A strong Arcane energy began to gather around her.
The rain seemed to get heavier.
And the wind seemed to be more urgent.
Vera's golden hair turned snow-white again, even her blue pupils turned a pale white, like ancient ice that never melts.
An invisible force slowly lifted her.
The Mage proudly stood in midair, overlooking the battlefield like a divine being.
At this moment, the extreme cold arrived!
...
Colin, who was about to pass out below, was also shivering in the cold.
He quietly opened one eye, wanting to see what was happening.
Because of the angle, he could only see Vera's blowing mage dress in midair and that which was revealed -
Pink…
"Puff!"
Two traces of blood sprayed out of his nose.
Knight Colin's wound, gets worse...