The meteor in the sky seemed to be right in front of him. Locke had seen his fair share of meteors since he was young. Some were dazzling, some were gorgeous, and some were colorful. However, none of them were as magical as the one in front of him. How could a meteor fly backwards? Apart from that, there was also a strange sense of oppression that Locke was very familiar with. Whether it was in the large-scale battles in the past, the bloody battle in Gordon Heights, the battle for the Felmo Grand Canyon, or the siege of Farlans not long ago, he had felt the same oppressive aura. Magic?!
Locke wasn't the only one who noticed it. The faces of the platoon jarls around him also changed. They didn't see the meteor like Locke did, but as knights who were used to fighting, it wasn't difficult for them to detect the slight fluctuations in the environment around them. This was a rare and mysterious magic.
"Where is it?" asked Chris, the jarl of 3rd Platoon.
"I'm not sure, but it's not far from here. Otherwise, it wouldn't have reached here," said Dahl, the deputy jarl of 3rd Platoon.
"The fluctuations are very weak. The level of the magic shouldn't be high," agreed Old Karl.
Although the platoon jarls had only seen the mages on their side from afar a few times in previous wars, they had lived long enough and had seen more. They were no strangers to the mages on the enemy's side. The platoon jarls who were still alive and sitting here had to guarantee that they had avoided certain kinds of magic in every battle.
Solon looked at his subordinates curiously. Although he was also a beginner-level Knecht and was at the peak of it, most of his strength came from redsea flowers, precious potions, and food. In the noble circle, he could be considered a diligent person, but compared to the platoon jarls who risked their lives and treated strength as their second life, he was still a far cry from them. At the very least, Solon was much less sensitive to danger.
"Over there!" Locke threw away the roast chicken in his hand and pointed behind the two mountains in the northwest.
The platoon jarls looked at each other. Should they go or not? Something must have happened there. Otherwise, how could there be traces of magic? However, magic meant danger. Although everyone was putting their lives on the line, it was better to be less involved in danger.
"What's wrong?" asked Solon.
"There are magic fluctuations over there," said Locke, pointing at the mountains in the northwest.
After young master Sauron heard this, his eyes lit up, "Let's go! Something must have happened in that place. Maybe it's the person we're looking for! "Young Master Zoro was not afraid of the tiger and made a prompt decision.
Chris, the captain of 3rd Platoon, said hesitantly, "That position should only be seen by our team. Both the baron's troops and Wyr's troops are very far away from us. They probably can't sense the magic aura."
Chris's words were obvious. If we went to a place with magic, we might be in danger.
Solon was not stupid. Of course, he understood what Chris meant. He didn't want to be in danger, but his desire for battle was stronger than anyone else. Although Solon had participated in the siege of Farlans, he was always protected by Locke and Jersson. His hands were not stained with much blood. He only killed a few ordinary minions and even had his face scratched by arrows. The scar on his face made him look more manly, but he still felt embarrassed. He wanted to prove his strength. After all, in terms of impetus, Solon was definitely of a higher rank than most of the platoon jarls around him.
"Then send someone to get the two sirs' teams to gather with us. We'll go over and see the situation first. If it's too late, we can still retreat," suggested Locke. As someone of the same age as Solon and having spent so many days with him, Locke obviously knew what he was thinking.
Solon glanced at Locke with admiration and said, "Not bad. Let's go and see the situation first. If it's someone we need to rescue, we can't just ignore it. This is an order from the military." Solon thought that this subordinate of his was very handy.
Since Solon had been dragged out of the military, the other platoon jarls couldn't refute him. Solon was the most powerful person here. Even if he didn't say anything and only gave orders, the platoon jarls had to obey.
"Aiel! Howson! You two, go and contact the baron and Wyr! "ordered Dahl to two of his subordinates.
"Yes, sir!" The two soldiers received the order. They ignored their unfinished dinner and ran in the direction of the baron and Wyr. The three teams had been separated for half a day. It was midnight now, so it was estimated that they would have to catch up to them in the early hours of the next day.
"Let's go!" Solon took the lead and walked in front.
"Everyone gather! Let's go! "Locke and the other platoon jarls gathered their soldiers and chased after them.
Solon, who was wearing luxurious chain armour, was actually not worried about the danger of this trip because he didn't feel any magic fluctuations at all. The platoon jarls could sense it because they had a keen sense of smell from years of war, but a peak beginner-rank Knecht like him couldn't sense it. There was only one reason: the level of the magic was too low! If Solon couldn't sense it at such a close distance, it meant that the magic was only at the beginner-rank. Perhaps it was only a threat from a beginner-rank Lehrling. The other platoon jarls might not know, but how could he not know? A beginner-rank Lehrling was weaker than a beginner-rank Knecht. Only low-rank Lehrlings could widen the gap between a Knecht and a Knecht. Solon was confident that with such a large group of people, they wouldn't be able to defeat a beginner-rank Lehrling. Unfortunately, there was a type of equipment called magic items that Solon had never heard of.
Angelina was still running for her life. Whether it was physical strength or mental strength, she had reached her limit, but she didn't give up. During this period, she cast Lighten on herself twice. Angelina's mana was almost depleted, but she still hadn't escaped from the pursuit of Blood Red. Blood Red was getting closer and closer to her. If it weren't for the fact that the Blood Red soldiers had received orders to ensure Angelina's safety, they would have used various means to stop her from running away.
Angelina looked at the pursuing soldiers getting closer and closer, and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes. As a Faustian princess, she must not be captured. Whether it was for the dignity of the royal family or not to be a burden to her brother who was fighting on the frontlines, she couldn't let herself be captured.
Angelina thought of her six years of hard work in magic. She couldn't let her deceased mother down, and she couldn't let her caring brother worry about her. "Lighten!" Angelina cast Featherweight on herself again. This time, she was no longer using her mana to cast spells, but instead, she was overdrafting her mental power. Angelina sped up again, but it was useless. The distance between her and Blood Red was still slowly closing.
Six years ago, after Angelina and Kenzir's biological mother passed away due to illness, Angelina studied magic under a famous Faustian high-rank Lehrling. Kenzir, on the other hand, joined the army and served as a commander in the barracks to hone his strength and ability to command. Both royals had good aptitudes and had made great achievements in their respective fields. Angelina's mentor had praised her talent more than once and even recommended her to his mentor, a distinguished caster in the Aomar Empire. Kenzir had also subdued Lion, Faustian's trump card legion. It could be said that the pride of the current Faustian king wasn't in pioneering Faustian's territory, but in giving birth to a pair of children. The king also missed his deceased ex-wife very much.
After Leit and Kashir dealt with the enemy in front of them, they saw that the Blood Red squad hadn't brought back anyone. They cursed under their breath and chased in the direction where Angelina had escaped.
Escape, pursuit, and death continued to play out in the forest of the Bering Mountains...
When Locke and the others arrived at a position very close to the signal flare, they saw Angelina and the Blood Red soldiers chasing after her from a distance. Her clothes were tattered and she looked panicked, but she still had a charming temperament. The fair-skinned Princess Angelina looked like a holy and pitiful angel at night. She was like a flustered deer that bumped into the chest of Solon, who was watching the scene from afar.
How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Solon thought to himself. There were faint magic fluctuations around Angelina, which the group of Knechts could feel. Solon naturally thought that this beautiful caster must be being hunted by some unknown force, and these spells were cast by the woman's resistance.
"Go! Let's go save them! "Young Master Sauron called out and rushed forward. The baron's son had already thought of the hero saving the damsel in distress in the story told by the bards. Solon wasn't a lustful person. The women that Locke had placed in the logistics department, such as Suzanne and Laffey, were good-looking, but Solon had seen many of them, so he didn't have any thoughts about them. As for the more beautiful Glace, she usually wore a veil and hid in the carriage, so Solon had never seen her before. It could only be said that Angelina was too beautiful and pitiful, which made Solon feel protective of her.
"Be careful, Young Master!" The platoon leaders had no choice but to lead their subordinates and rush forward to protect Young Master Sauron. Unlike Sauron, they did not know how many soldiers were chasing after the woman. Just by looking at the few soldiers in front of them, the platoon leaders could tell that they were all experts who had cultivated Dou Qi. This was obviously a tough nut to crack, and there was no need to provoke them!
Of course, Sauron wasn't just blinded by beauty. He had another consideration. Cardoj's domain had always been lacking a mage. Once the natural disaster came, he could only go to the royal capital and ask his grandfather to help him borrow a mage. If a mage could stay in Cardoj's domain, it would be a win-win situation. If the mage was his wife, they might also have the aptitude to practice magic in their bloodline. This would be of immeasurable benefit to the development of Cardoj's family. Looking at the woman in white not far away, Solon became even more excited and sped up.
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