Silently, an unexpected battle gradually came to an end.
There was a knight who had activated the seed of life present, and the moment the two bloodthirsty orcs fell, the outcome of the battle was decided.
Feeling their companions falling one by one around them, despair appeared in the eyes of the orcs. Seeing the current situation, instead of collapsing, it aroused their own ferocity and launched a desperate attack on the surrounding teams, causing great losses to the soldiers led by Fular.
By the time the battle was over, there were only a few soldiers left standing.
In any case, this group of orcs is indeed very powerful, equivalent to the combat power of a small tribe. Among them are three bloodthirsty orcs, so it is extremely difficult to win.
A large number of warriors fell to the ground, and most of the survivors were powerful apprentice knights.
These people were born into noble families, were equipped with the best armor and weapons, and had stronger physical fitness than ordinary warriors, so it was completely natural for them to survive to the end.
Looking at the scene around him, Fular was silent for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked to the other side with a fierce light in his eyes.
That was the direction where Athir was.
Before, if Athir had not fought desperately to hold back the bloodthirsty orc, the result might have been completely different. Even with Fular's strength, once he was surrounded by a large number of orc warriors, he would have to abandon the large army and leave alone.
Thinking of this, he sighed softly and sighed inwardly.
The reason in his heart told him that Athir had most likely met with misfortune by now, but the bloodthirsty orc had not returned yet.
This gave him a little more anticipation, and he strode forward with sword in hand.
However, after walking for a distance, when he found Athir by following the traces of his battle with the bloodthirsty orcs, the situation before him stunned him.
On the ground, the blood dyed the surrounding land red, but it has now dried up.
The corpse of a tall orc lay there quietly. Beside the corpse, Athir stood quietly by, his legs were bloody and he looked seriously injured.
Looking at this scene, Fular couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his originally serious expression could no longer be maintained: "You!"
He stared at Athir blankly, and after a long time he reacted, with a hint of excitement in his tone: "You activated the seed of life?"
Hearing the sound in the distance, Athir raised his head weakly. Due to excessive blood loss, his face looked pale.
He didn't say anything, but a little life energy slowly emerged from his body, spreading that familiar breath.
Looking at him like this and feeling the unique breath of the seed of life, Fola was stunned.
The battlefield behind him was quickly cleaned up.
This place is still wild, and there are too many wild beasts. There has just been a big battle here, and the strong smell of blood is likely to attract these wild beasts.
They stripped the warriors of their armor and weapons and collected them, while the seriously injured were placed on the wagons that had been used to transport food and other supplies, including Athir.
They moved quickly. In just about half an hour, the group set out again and returned to their destination.
After they left, several strange figures appeared on the battlefield behind them.
They were all wearing light green uniforms, which were more suitable for concealment in the mountains. They appeared at this time, quietly looking in the direction where Athir and others left in the distance.
"I thought it was just an ordinary knight, but I didn't expect it was Fular, known as the Wild Lion." A tall but thin man said as he looked into the distance, his expression indifferent, "It was unfair for these orcs to die after encountering Fular and the guards he led."
"Indeed." Another man showed a helpless expression on his face: "Three hundred intact orc warriors, plus three bloodthirsty orcs, if the other two knights come, no matter who they are, they are enough to deal with them."
"But who knew that this time, the guard captain Fular would actually come out in person? With his strength, even if he didn't bring the elite guards, there would be no way to stop him this time."
"His strength is probably not far from that of a great knight. Unless the captain takes action himself, it is impossible for these orcs to keep him." The thin man shook his head, and there was a fanatical confidence in his eyes when he talked about the captain.
"Actually...if we had taken action just now, we might have been able to keep him." A tall, expressionless woman said with a frown.
"The risk is too great." A voice responded from the side: "Although he looks weak now, he can definitely activate his life seed once more. Once it erupts, he will definitely not be our opponent, but it will be impossible for us to stop him. Then things will be troublesome."
"It can be considered an accident if we encounter orc warriors who are equivalent to an entire tribe. But if a few hostile knights appear right after the orcs, then even a fool can see the problem, not to mention an old fox like Fular."
"Once he becomes suspicious, our arrangements may be exposed, which will increase the danger out of thin air."
"What a pity!" The woman frowned and said this after a long time.
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On the other side, lying quietly in the carriage, Athir felt something was wrong.
"Just now, someone was peeping from the side." This thought flashed through his mind.
"Chip, transmit the image just now." Athir ordered the chip in his mind.
The next moment, a large amount of information flooded into his mind, and the previous scene slowly reversed like a movie, constantly replaying in his mind.
An awkward feeling came over him. In the replayed images, Athir seemed to vaguely see several figures, which flashed past the edge of his vision at some point.
Those people were very fast, much faster than the apprentice knights, and they were wearing protective clothing. If it weren't for the chip's reminder, under normal circumstances, Athir would never have been able to detect anything unusual.
"After testing and comparison, the target's speed exceeds the human body's limit, and there is a 78.4% chance that it is at knight level!"
"They are all knight-level?" The corner of Athir's mouth twitched. He looked up at the Knight Flar in front of him and suddenly felt a little scared.
"If I had not chosen to stay and had left directly, what would have been the consequences?" This question suddenly occurred to him.
They happened to meet in the wilderness, and they hid aside and watched them killing orcs. It was obvious that this group of people were enemies rather than friends. Maybe even the orcs were created by the other side.
Speculating on this group of people with the greatest malice, perhaps they were ambushing them here in order to catch them all in one fell swoop so that no one would slip through the net.
As for why they were allowed to break out, Athir guessed that the other party had underestimated Knight Fular's strength, and finally found that there was no way to keep them all, so they hid aside and did not show up.
"We can't stay in this place any longer. We must return to the castle as soon as possible!"
Although it was still unclear what the other party's purpose was, an instinctive sense of crisis made Athir make this decision.
The excuse to go back was ready. Athir was seriously injured and should have returned to the castle to recuperate.
And according to custom, in this area, every new knight needs to return to the castle and be summoned by Count Polya himself to be awarded the title of knight.
But before that, Athir still had to follow the team and return to the camp where they came from.
On the way, when resting, Fular would occasionally talk with Athir, telling him some personal experiences and tactics, and seemed to be quite friendly to him.
This is caused by a change in status.
Athir has now activated his seed of life and became a knight at the age of thirteen. He has almost broken the promotion record in this area and his future is bright.
Not to mention, Athir had once risked his life to help him stop the enemy before.
These two factors combined are the real reason for the other party's attitude change.
Of course, Athir would not refuse such a friendly relationship.
He showed his respect and eagerness to learn very appropriately, which satisfied Flair, who was always serious and paid attention to etiquette and details, and he couldn't help but admire him even more.
After a few days, after returning to the previous camp, Athir promptly expressed his desire to return to the castle to recuperate.
Flar did not object. Instead, he agreed that he should return to the castle to meet Count Bolia first, so he prepared to transport Arthur and some of the wounded back.
In order to ensure Athir's safety, he also specially sent a team of elite soldiers to ensure that he would not be disturbed by bandits and wild beasts on the road.
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After a while, after walking a long road, the familiar castle came into view in the distance.
Feeling the excited cheers coming from all around him, Athir quietly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
The castle in the distance was as tall and solid as it had been in the past, and on it, teams of soldiers, weapons in hand, were stationed.
And in the distance, a group of cavalrymen were walking towards them, escorting the wounded forward.
"I'm back again..." Looking at the familiar places around him, Atier suddenly felt such a feeling in his heart.
The last time he returned to the castle, he seemed to have been transported back as a wounded soldier, and coincidentally, the opponents who caused him serious injuries twice were both orcs.
However, this time, because his physical fitness had become much stronger and the seed of life had been activated, Athir's injuries healed quickly and he did not need to be supported by others to enter the castle like last time.
When the carriage was not far from the castle, Athir refused the help of the soldiers beside him, got off the carriage himself, followed the leader's footsteps, and entered the familiar castle.
(End of this chapter)