The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 400: “Magic Scrubbing” “This

Donald used the knife left in his hand to dig a hole in the ground.

Although the soil in this grassland is still soft, the work of digging the pit is definitely not easy. Just digging a small pit less than 30 centimeters deep and half a person's size, he was tired and sweating.

After the battle dozens of minutes ago, the remaining strength was almost drained.

But he gritted his teeth stubbornly, and continued to repeat zìjǐ's actions again and again.""The novel chapters are updated fastest.

Beside him, there was a **** sentence, and even yǐjīng was broken into several pieces of corpses. Only by the conspicuous scar on the mutilated face could be vaguely recognized. This was the veteran who had rescued Donald before.

"Let me help."

After resting for a while, the magician girl Silven, who had recovered some of the magician, couldn't stand it, and stood up with a wooden stick that came from nowhere.

"No, Master Sorcerer should continue to rest."

Donald forced a smile on his face, then turned his head and continued to work dullly.

"Don't underestimate me because I am a girl. What I choose in the college is the intensive study of earth elements."

The girl drew out the small magic wand, spit out a string of spells in her mouth, and gently waved it, and the dirt pit in front of Donald's eyes gradually expanded in a form visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you." Donald hesitated as the pit gradually formed a tomb, and finally thanked the girl.

"No thanks, didn't you say you want to protect me all the time?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled happily, her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon. It looks very cute: "My mage, Mr. Recong."

"The law and the mage follow shíme..."

Probably remembering what zìjǐ said before, Donald scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He has been very strict in tutoring since he was a child, and a lot of shíjiān were dragged by his grandfather to practice swordsmanship and fighting skills. Almost méiyǒu got along with girls, so that he blushed when he talked to Shirwen.

"Well, since I don't like being a mage and obedience," the girl looked even happier when she saw this: "How about the knight? nénggòu has been protecting my lord knight."

"Please, please don't make fun of me..."

The boy protested weakly.

Then he turned his head as if he was trying to avoid the topic of the girl, and despite the fact that zìjǐ was stained with blood (though it was not clean before), he put the body of the veteran in the grave. Then cover with soil. He took off zìjǐ's helmet and stood silently in front of the grave for a few minutes.

Originally, he wanted to pick some shíme flowers, but it was a pity that as winter approached, the grassland turned yellow. Can't find any flowers that can be used at all.

One shíjiān. Both of them fell silent. Except for the conversations of the remaining soldiers not far away, only the sound of the wind whistling on the prairie was left in their ears.

"My grandpa said that the best medal for a soldier is a scar. The best grave of a soldier is the battlefield."

After a long silence, Donald broke the silence: "Although this senior has both, but... is he really satisfied with this? Will he really be happy?"

"Of course not."

The girl méiyǒuyīdiǎn hesitated, and replied firmly, "Although war will bring honor to some people, it will cause pain and death hundreds of times more than those honors. Méiyǒu people will feel that they died in battle. Happiness...Although this era is not too kěnéng, I hope that one day, nénggòu will completely eradicate war!"

"Could it be that yours..."

Donald, who didn't expect the girl to have a big reaction, was stunned, and hesitantly tentatively asked.

"My parents died in the war. The border friction between Sidria and Jonathan. In my nine-year-old shíhòu." Shirwen did not méiyǒushíme taboo, and casually told the teenager: "After that, I I stayed at my aunt’s house until the admission notice from the college arrived...but my aunt didn’t have the money to pay for the tuition. The dean’s lord Tèbié allowed me to take it on credit and wait until I become an official magician."

"...I'm sorry."

For a while, Donald shouldn't say something good, but in the end he could only apologize innocently.

"No shíme."

Silwen shrugged. This action was learned from Seville, which is very popular in Adrica College. Then she pointed to the leader of the team not far away: "That is your chief, he is calling you."

"Oh oh."

Donald quickly put on his helmet, nodded to the girl, and ran towards the captain.

"We have a few scouts back...but they are all seriously injured."

The captain turned his face to the side. Not far behind him were the wounded scouts. Nearly half of them were so badly injured that they could not live long no matter how they looked.

Their mounts are loyally accompanied by their masters.

"From the direction of the orcs, I am afraid that their next destination will be the city of Lovinia, which our army has retaken... Riding."

He stared at Donald with scorching eyes: "So I hope you ride on the barking horse, go to Lovinia before the orcs, and inform the legion over there to guard against orcs' attacks!"

Seeing Donald's hesitation, he sighed and added: "This task is really dangerous... But if rúguǒ succeeds, the army on the Lovinia side can be reduced by at least 30%. Casualties! Do you want them to repeat our mistakes..."

Donald looked around the zhōuwéi. There were countless people who were still alive and alive not long ago, but at this time, they lost signs of their lives and lay quietly on the grass, except for a few who were buried by good comrades in guānxì. Besides, the others can only wait to decay. They don’t stay too much in this dangerous area to bury these corpses.

"I'm zhīdào." The boy's gaze became firm: "Please let me go! Even if you give up zìjǐ's life, I will bring information to you!"

Not waiting for the captain with a look of appreciation on his face to say something shíme, a crisp and awe-inspiring voice tūrán rang.

"I'll go too."

Silwen came to them with a wooden stick: "My weight is very light, and the speed of carrying two people is about the same as the speed of carrying one person. And if I were there, the success rate of this mission would be higher. yīdiǎn Right?"

"Master Magic?!"

The captain looked at the girl in astonishment: "Are you really okay with this?"

After the three magicians were safe, the painful look on their faces due to overcasting still made him remember.

"Without guānxì, I am almost recovered."

The girl opened her hands and turned around on the spot to show that zìjǐyǐjīng had recovered, but the stick in her hand reduced the credibility of her words below the average.

"Furthermore, even if there is danger, my mage will protect me, right?"

"Mage rebels?"

The captain's suspicious gaze went back and forth between Silwen and Donald a few times, and finally threw it to the dumbfounded Donald, ‘Good job! ’’S eyes.

So, in the end, Shirwen bid farewell to Zìjǐ's two mage companions, and set off for Lovenia with Donald.

The two will occasionally communicate along the way.

But the more you move forward, the less communication between them.

Because there is a faint smell of blood in the air. After experiencing the baptism of war, they are all sensitive to this kind of taste.

The two looked at yīyàng, and both saw a meaning in each other's eyes.

I'm afraid there has been a battle ahead.

In order to avoid extravagance, they decided to bypass the main battlefield.

However, the more you move forward, the stronger the smell of blood.

When Huoju passed a stream, Silwen suddenly screamed, but mǎshàng covered zìjǐ's mouth again.

"What's wrong?"

Donald asked, who was tossed with the lingering smell of blood.

Silwen's face was pale, she reached Donald's ear and bit her ear, which made the teenager feel itchy.

Unfortunately, the content of the private message is not good.

"The stream on the ground is not water...blood!"

Donald's face changed.

It is not an adjective like a creek that dyes red, but a creek is directly composed of blood...

How many people are going to die!

"Let's go see the situation?" The young man gritted his teeth and drove the agitated barking horse towards the **** dìfāng.

"But with this kind of shíhòu, shouldn't we avoid accidents?"

Although the girl is equally curious, she is surprisingly sensible.

"The situation should have changed now, and the new information should be more valuable than the old information."

Donald said plausibly.

Silwen, who had studied relevant knowledge with me, was also persuaded, took out the wand of zìjǐ to be on guard, and breathed slightly faster.

Then they saw a mountain.

The dìfāng that should have been in the center of the forest seemed to have been bombarded by shíme's destructive force. The trees in the center disappeared, and the trees in the circle of zhōuwéi appeared to fall radially toward the outside.

There are also various potholes on the ground~IndoMTL.com~Some are still smoking, some are neatly cut, some are left with ice, and some still have lǜsèyètǐ in them. Some of them even grow weeds...

In this clearing, there is a hill.

That is a hill of countless orc corpses!

Judging from this order of magnitude, it is not just the orcs who attacked Donald and them just now, but at least the orcs more than five times the number gathered here and finally died here.

Many yǐjīng blood streams that began to turn dark red originated from this hill, winding in all directions.

In the sky above the corpse hill, a figure is floating there, fǎngfóméiyǒu sees the dead corpses under his feet, and is thinking about shíme.

Shíhòu, who was considering Donald's decision whether to take the road and flee quickly, the girl behind him exclaimed again.

"The dean...sir?" (to be continued...)