I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 461 The Price of Madness

On the battlefield where the smoke had not yet dissipated, a pungent smell of burning still wafted through the ruins.

Alpha stepped on the messy ground, crushing half of the arrow with his black iron boots. He glanced at the corpses lying all over the place, and pressed his bloody fingertips heavily on the sword at his waist.

"Clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded with all your strength!" The hoarse command hit every survivor's heart like a heavy hammer.

The bright moon and numerous stars stand on both sides, and the white sleeves move without wind.

They formed seals with their hands, and the bright blue inner energy turned into two light bands and injected into Alpha's body.

At this moment, Alpha's silver armor was covered with cracks, and the dark purple magic pattern on his chest was faintly visible.

Ever since traveling through time, Alpha could only rely on the residual soul of the host living in his body to practice passively, and he couldn't even actively practice at all.

Alpha half-knelt on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead.

He tried to channel his inner strength into the magic circuit, attempting to activate the Hymn of Light that had already died down.

The purple fighting spirit and the blue internal force collided violently in the meridians, like water and fire fighting each other. Every impact made Alpha's throat taste fishy and sweet.

When the dwarf Balas and the midget Baruch stumbled over, they saw Alpha spitting out blood, staining the scorched earth beneath their feet red.

"Lord Alpha..." Baras's rough palm trembled as he pointed at the neatly arranged array of corpses behind him.

More than twenty bodies wrapped in burlap lay side by side, each holding a weapon tightly in their hands, and some had ferocious fighting expressions frozen on their faces.

In the direction of Da Gama's camp, wailing sounds were heard one after another. Seventy or eighty corpses were piled up into a small hill, and dark red blood was flowing down the slope.

Alpha struggled to stand up, holding the blood-stained sword.

"The wolf riders will move out immediately to scout a three-kilometer radius!" Alpha turned his head and looked up into the sky, where the wings of the elf Melissa glowed faintly.

"Melissa, you monitor the sky. The clouds control the forests, and the grass and trees are all our eyes and ears." As the order was given, the silver-armored cavalry rushed out like an arrow from a bow, and the elves turned into a green light, shuttling between the clouds, and every falling leaf became her eyes.

In the makeshift medical tent, the painful groans of the wounded were heard.

The wounds of the limbless man were still bleeding, and even using hemostatic vines to bind them was of no use - light magic requires intact limbs to be effective.

Alpha bit his tongue, and the last trace of purple fighting spirit burst out from his fingertips. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky, and holy light poured down.

The wounded, bathed in the soft light, sighed with relief, and their broken bones began to make subtle healing sounds.

However, after just ten minutes, the light receded like the tide.

Alpha stumbled and bumped into the tent pillar, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the piles of seriously injured soldiers, Alpha clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Evelyn, give priority to rescuing the dying! The rest of you immediately build barricades, and it must be completed within three hours!"

Two dying boarmen lay on stretchers, blood gushing from their fang-filled mouths.

The warriors bandaged them with animal skins, and every breath was accompanied by a whimper of pain.

Alpha walked to the remains of the dwarf and gently closed the eyes of an old craftsman. The blacksmith who had made exclusive armor for him was now sleeping forever on the battlefield.

"They protected their homeland with their lives." Alpha's voice echoed in the silent camp.

"The fire of the dwarf forge will never go out, and the wisdom of the dwarf will never die." Alpha suddenly drew his sword, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the bloody setting sun: "I swear in the name of the Conqueror of the Abyss that this vengeance will be avenged!"

"Blood debt must be paid with blood!" The surviving dwarves and gnomes raised their battle axes high, and their roars resounded through the sky, startling countless crows circling over the battlefield.

Alpha's hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, was oozing blood, and dark red flowers were blooming on the charred ground.

The battlefield was stained with blood as dusk fell. Alpha leaned against the broken battle flag and gasped, his knuckles dug deeply into the cracks of the flagpole before he could barely keep his body steady.

The elf Evelyn lightly jumped over the arrows on the ground, her tulle skirt brushing against the coagulated blood scabs. Her trembling fingertips hovered above the gap in the general's armor that was bleeding: "My lord, your wound is getting worse. You must rest immediately!"

The dwarf Baras came over carrying a battle axe that was broken in two, his iron boots crushing gravel with a heavy sound: "Aveline is right! If you fall, what will happen to these children?"

Baras pointed to a young soldier who was carrying the wounded not far away. Several half-grown dwarfs were tying vines together to make a makeshift stretcher, their young faces full of fear.

A suppressed groan escaped from Alpha's throat. As he forced himself to stand upright, drops of blood seeped out of the gaps in his armor and meandered down along the silver lines.

Alpha looked at the makeshift medical area, which was filled with wailing wounded. The bandages of those with severed limbs had been soaked in blood for the third time: "I can still hold on... Hymn to Light must..."

"It is for the purpose of casting magic!" Evelyn's eyes turned red with anxiety, and Alpha's shaky figure was reflected in her emerald eyes. "You have forcibly mobilized the remaining fighting spirit, and your meridians are already full of hidden injuries! If you continue like this, even the last trace of light power will dissipate!"

Baras pounded his chest hard, and the chain mail made a dull sound: "General, have you forgotten the iron law of dwarf casting? Quenching requires waiting for the right temperature, and sharpening a knife requires the right time! Even if you turn yourself into molten iron now, you can't save everyone!"

The wind blew through the camp, carrying the smell of blood, and the painful groans of the wounded could be heard in the distance.

Alpha's eyes swept across the stretchers that were moving forward one after another, and finally stopped on two dwarves who were feeding herbs to the wild boars.

Alpha's clenched fists slowly loosened, and blood seeping from the gaps in his armor spread out into dark red flowers on the scorched earth: "Darwin! Quintiles!"

Following the summons, the silver-haired Darwin and the flail-wearing Quintey emerged from the shadows.

Alpha stuffed the bloodstained tactical map into Darwin's hands: "The Furious Knights will be the vanguard, and the dwarves and midgets will be responsible for logistics. Anyone who moves will be killed without mercy."

Alpha turned to Baras and said, "Tell the blacksmiths to build chariots to secure the wounded overnight. The wounded must be transferred tomorrow."

The leather curtain of the chariot was blown open by the wind, revealing the messy scrolls and half a bottle of healing potion inside.

Mingyue and Fanxing supported the staggering general on his left and right. When their fingertips brushed across his back, they touched the raised, hideous scars - those were the curse marks left by the monsters from the abyss.

"I'll do it myself." Alpha pressed the buckle at his waist, but groaned when he pulled.

Fanxing immediately knelt down and untied his blood-soaked corset with her deft fingers: "Sir, your right rib is still bleeding and must be treated with herbs."

The moonlight poured in through the torn car curtains, casting the shadows of the three people on the mottled car walls, like a broken oil painting.

When the armor fell to the ground with a heavy sound, Alpha leaned back on the pile of animal skin cushions and suddenly chuckled.

Alpha took the water from Mingyue and looked at the swaying reflection on the water: "Don't worry, I just lost my fighting spirit temporarily. When the waning moon rises..."

The moonlight meandered in through the holes in the chariot, casting tiny silver spots on the pearly face of the bright moon.

Alpha's fingertips brushed her trembling eyelashes, and when his blood-stained fingertips wiped the cherry red, the lily of the valley earrings on her ears suddenly made a slight sound.

"I need your strength to restore my fighting spirit." His hoarse voice was accompanied by hot breath. He held the girl's slender waist with his arms tense, pressing her firmly on the cushion that exuded the scent of herbs.

Fanxing stood frozen in place, clutching the faded silk handkerchief; the hem of her skirt embroidered with irises was lifted up and then dropped down by the night wind.

The moonlight shone diagonally across the bed through the broken window frame, illuminating the pale golden rune that appeared on the back of Mingyue's neck when Alpha tore open her clothes - that was the mark of her internal strength cultivation, and it was flickering with her rapid breathing.

&34;General...&34; The whispering of the stars was swallowed up by the whistling wind.

When Alpha stretched out her hand, the sachet on her waist suddenly burst open, and fine pieces of calming grass flew like rain.

The girl held the calloused hand with a trembling hand, and the jade hairpin in her hair slipped off, making a crisp sound on the animal skin carpet.

The moonlight superimposed the shadows of the three people on the mottled wall of the car, interweaving into an ambiguous and dangerous picture.

Alpha's silver armor wrist guard was pressed against the head of the bed, and the cold touch startled Mingyue and made her tremble slightly.

When Fanxing's hot body temperature touched his back, the dormant residual soul in his body suddenly trembled violently, and the fighting spirit in Alpha's body was also increasing rapidly, but this was Alpha's own internal force being converted into fighting spirit.

The howling of wolves coming from far away on the battlefield was mixed with a hum of energy that was beyond the comprehension of mortals, as if an ancient behemoth was stretching its muscles in its sleep.

Afterwards, Fanxing curled up in the corner of the bed and tidied up her messy hair, which was still stained with a few pieces of calming grass crumbs.

Mingyue stared at the magic pattern that appeared and disappeared on Alpha's chest, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the old scar on the back of his neck: "Master Alpha, have you recovered?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of metal clashing outside the camp. Alpha grabbed his sword like an arrow, and the moonlight illuminated the rekindled purple light in his eyes.

The camp before dawn was immersed in thick darkness, with only sporadic torches flickering in the night wind.

The stars curled up beside Alpha, the moonlight flowed through her loose black hair, and condensed into a piece of silver at her collarbone.

She put her cheek against the still warm chest, and her warm breath brushed over the newly healed scar: "Master Alpha, why didn't you let me save people last night?"

Alpha's hand clasped around her waist suddenly tightened, and his fingertips brushed across the silver-blue veins of the stars that were unique to the elves' artifact.

He looked down at the faintly visible transparent lines on the girl's wrist - that was the mark of the hand of time, which was now emitting a faint fluorescence along with the pulse.

"Your power should not be used on ordinary people." The hoarse voice was mixed with the ambiguous atmosphere of last night, "The last time you treated the elves, you slept for three whole days, and then you couldn't see things clearly for ten days."

Memories flooded into the eyes of the stars like a tide.

In the battle of the abyss half a month ago, she used up all her spiritual power to reverse the death time of an elf archer, but when she woke up, she found that everything in front of her eyes was blank.

"But I can bring the wounded back to life..." Fanxing's excuse was cut off by Alpha's fingers covering his lips, and his warm palm had a faint smell of blood.

"The power of time is Pandora's box." Alpha stared at the dangerous mark, dark purple fighting spirit surging in the depths of his pupils.

"When you change someone's fate, the cause and effect chain of the entire world will be distorted." Alpha suddenly grabbed the girl's slender wrist, and his cold lips fell on the mark, "Unless I am on the verge of death, I must not use it."

Of course, this is Alpha's fabrication. Fate has actually changed long ago. Alpha is also selfish. He wants the stars to be his last resort.

If Fanxing's ability is exposed, then when encountering a crisis, whether to rescue him or not, if not, it will discourage his subordinates, and if he rescues him, Fanxing's ability can only exchange one for two.

Once the key is exposed, the stars will probably become the focus of attention of those who are interested. This is what Alpha is most worried about.

Fanxing was startled by this almost overbearing order, but her cheeks blushed when she met those purple eyes.

Alpha's lips curled up in a seductive arc, and the crazy memories of last night suddenly exploded in her mind. When his breath approached again, she turned away in panic: "The adult's injury..."

"Just one last bit." With a hoarse whisper and a burning temperature, Alpha turned over and pressed the man into the animal leather cushion.

The clanking sound of dwarven forging could be heard in the distance, but it could not cover the gradually rising breathing inside the chariot.

It was not until the morning star pierced through the clouds that the pale light of the sky finally put an end to this secret romance.

Alpha gently kissed the two sleeping bodies, brushed Mingyue's slightly frowned brows with his fingertips, and tucked up the thin blanket that had slipped off for Fanxing.

When Alpha put on silver armor and stepped out of the chariot, the morning light was gilding his newly recovered fighting spirit.

The dwarf Baras straightened up with his hammer in hand, sparks splashing on his newly built steel shaft: "My lord, the wounded..."

"Take me there." Alpha looked at the tents that were rising and falling in the medical area, and the warm power of light gathered in his palms.

Ninety percent of the fighting spirit gained from last night's madness was rushing through the meridians. Those wounded who were once on the verge of death would not know that the commander who was coming at this moment had just completed the most dangerous transformation of power in the land of gentleness.

As the sunrise dyed the battlefield bloody, the healing light from Alpha's fingertips finally dimmed.

The breathing of the last seriously injured soldier stabilized. Alpha tiredly took a half step back and entrusted the wounded to the elven wizards who had gathered around him.

Those fluorescent vines gently wrapped around the wounded, and the air was filled with the unique refreshing scent of healing magic - in this grassland scorched by the flames of war, this vitality was particularly precious.

The sound of hurried horse hooves suddenly broke the silence.

The blood-soaked dwarf wolf knight rushed out from the smoke and dust, the giant wolf under him sticking out its scarlet tongue and its ribs heaving violently.

"Lord Alpha! We found a fleeing army in the west! About 34 people, running towards the camp at full speed!" The knight's voice was mixed with heavy breathing, and blood seeping from the gaps in the armor kept dripping onto the wolf's mane.

Alpha immediately cast light magic to heal the dwarf knight and the war wolf, and at this moment the war wolf had become a member of the team.

Melissa's reaction was lightning fast.

The pale blue wings of the elf suddenly spread out, tiny particles of light flowed around the edges of the wings, and she turned into a stream of light that soared into the sky.

Through the growing light, Melissa's keen elven vision caught the rolling dust on the horizon, which was the mournful song raised by countless horses' hooves crushing the earth.

"Barras! All shield guards form a circle! Lancers line up in the second row!" Alpha's voice was as steady as a bell, and the magic sword at his waist glowed with a faint blue light.