Shen sprinted behind the sluggish Alan, picked up his collar, and threw it backward. A dozen paces away, Alan nearly collapsed into a bed of germs. Abel, who had just returned to the circle, helped Alan to his feet, and Alan, unable to resist, began to vomit.
Death! Death! Death!
Allen's mind kept repeating these two words, the teammate died in front of his own, and now splashed a face of blood Allen has not had time to wipe! In a way, the sellsword had been killed for him, and so many arrows, even a little off, would have hit Alan. A strange feeling of guilt ran through Alan's heart, but it was soon replaced by a strong feeling of discomfort. Alan had vomited the contents of his stomach, but it did not stop, and it took a long time for the mixture of saliva and stomach juices to drop down his jaw.
"Better?" Abel asked, seeing that Alan seemed to recover.
Then Alan realized that Abel was carrying the Arcane Shield on his head, waiting for Shen and Grenn to collect the scattered team, one hand holding Alan to prevent him from falling again. Alan managed to stand upright and noticed that much of the vomit he had just vomited had gotten onto Abel's Arcane robes. Abel, seeing that Alan was better, opened her hand, gathered her wind blade, and cut off the underside of the filthy Arcane robes. Most of the others looked at Alan with contempt or indifference, for it was a terrible thing to see a dead man in such a state.
"I'm sorry I got you into this. I didn't mean for this to happen. But people die in battles. Get used to it."
By the time the procession broke away from the Tumens and came to a halt, Alan found that they had been driven back to where the river had begun, half a morning's walk in vain. Shevell, with rare anger, stood on his head as he remembered how it had come to this. The attackers were just ordinary people, not even one Owu. It was only because of the sudden attack and the poor formation of the crowd that the confusion was such. However, according to Luan Zhuo's judgment, the other party did not respond to his Tumen language Shouting. It was a disciplined military organization, which could not be mercenaries, but should belong to the regular army of the Tumen Dominion.
Furthermore, the attack drops off when the group is back in a certain position, the purpose of the attack should be to drive out, not to strangle, the scouts that have been spotted before should already have a good idea of their composition, and the other party doesn't want to fight hard.
Anyone else would have given up, but the Deco family had a lot of work to do and there was no turning back. There was no need for discussion. Abel just announced that after resting, he would march with force. The detailed tactics would be announced on the way.
Alan was still in a daze. Abel's words had no effect. The nineteen-year-old still had not recovered from the death of his teammate.
"How are you, boy? Any better?" "Asked one of the family's techies, jumping onto the tablet where Alan was sitting. His name was Wood, just an ordinary member of the family, probably in his late thirties, and it was said that the child, who was staying with the family this time, was a little Arcane master.
Alan shook his head, indicating that he needed more time.
"Well, hurry up while there's still time." 'Wood said slowly.' Do you want to be an adventurer? '
It was an open matter that Alan's purpose was to get away from such a modest place as Bido Heads and to see where the Arcane world was well developed.
When Alan nodded, Wood continued, 'I've traveled a lot when I was younger. I've met a lot of people. I've been to a lot of places, including the Rooseger Empire, before the civil war.'
Alan glanced over his shoulder at Wood with a dreamy, clouded look that had been momentarily distracted by the story of half a senior.
"But I haven't been running around since Lusg, and I got married and had children." "Because I'm tired of it, and I'm numb," Wood said, softening with love. I lost my companion who was traveling with me in Lusg, he died in the outbreak of the civil war, simply died, there was no dramatic scene. In those days my companions came one after another, mostly Arcane and martial arts. In those days Arcane masters were not as high and important as they are now, nor were there so many Owu.
"After I got back to my family alive, I realized one thing. Although the nations of the Insolari Islands have never been prone to war, except for the lunatics of Sylville, the sea has never been calm. The rising tide can eat people! It doesn't matter if the Goddess of Order is here!
"I admire Abel for seeing through that at his age. But in this world, people die every day, and death is something to get used to. Today it's the sellsword, tomorrow it could be Shevell, the next day it could be Shen, Abel, Mywood, or maybe even you. In troubled times, no one is safe. To be strong, we can only protect ourselves and those we want to protect, but death is inevitable.
'Explorers are especially used to losing, Alan. There is no peace, and we are grateful for every day we live."
Grenn's voice was heard in the distance, and Wood hurried off without further comment, leaving Alan in a daze.