Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 446 - 446 208 Retreat Tide_2

446: Chapter 208 Retreat Tide_2 446: Chapter 208 Retreat Tide_2 The Death Claw cried out, flapped its wings to slow its descent, its eagle eyes searching for Leon’s figure.

In the dim outskirts of the woods, the Guardians of the Dead Soul lost their manipulator once again.

Their souls were drawn away, forcing them to come to a halt, giving up the scent of the living ahead.

They turned around in a daze, marching towards the east.

Agilely weaving through the branches and rugged terrain, Leon heard the clattering sounds of the Heavy Armor Corpse Ghost’s bone joints growing more distant behind him, and he couldn’t help but turn back to look.

Assured that the pairs of Ghost Fire eyes were leaving, seemingly having given up the pursuit, he finally slowed his steps.

“…Leon!

Quick, get on!”

The call of his lover made Leon look up.

The treetops above rustled with the wind, as the Death Claw descended.

Olivia, perched in the saddle, bent over impatiently, reaching out her arm to her lover.

Leon immediately took a running start, stepped hard against the tree trunk for leverage, jumped up, and grabbed Olivia’s hand.

With a strong pull from the girl, he was hoisted onto the back seat.

The two rode the Griffin aloft once more.

Olivia looked back in confusion and asked, “Leon, Big Claw just took the opportunity to kill that Wizard, but the undead didn’t fall into chaos like you said.

Could it be that there’s someone else controlling these Corpse Ghosts?”

Hearing this, Leon pushed up his face Armor, looked down at the shadowy land outside the city.

The vast surge of undead indeed did not scatter and collapse as expected.

But upon seeing thousands of Corpse Ghosts retreating in the same direction, he still sighed in relief.

“I’m not sure about that…

But since the undead have begun to retreat, at least our risky venture was not in vain.”

Leon turned his head back, reached forward to take the reins, commanding Death Claw to return to the lakeside town.

His Magic Power was nearly depleted, and his Griffin companion had sustained some minor injuries that needed treatment.

The danger from the east was beyond expectations, and to delve further towards Rolannar, a few days of rest would be necessary before they could continue.

Leon, with his hand on the iron reins, wrapped his arm around the young girl in front of him, murmuring quietly, “I’m sorry for involving you in such danger.”

He had thought this trip was just a casual patrol around the borders of Eastern Kantadar, not anticipacying that they would encounter a war between the living and the Dead halfway through.

Hearing the guilt in her lover’s voice, Olivia took off her helmet, turned back, and smiled at him.

“It’s precisely because there is danger that I need to be by your side…

Besides, if I stayed in Avalon, in the future, I would only hear about your deeds today, and I would definitely regret not having fought alongside you.”

The girl lifted her hand to rest on the arm wrapped around her waist, a hint of pride appearing on her pretty face: “My future husband is a great hero, and to be your wife, I cannot be afraid of danger.”

The compliment made Leon’s cheeks redden slightly.

“You don’t mind…

that this was all to save a group of Kantadar people?” He looked up at the city walls where, in the dimness, one could see the remaining Kantadar guards throwing the piled corpses off the walls.

Olivia hung her helmet at her waist, looked towards the town, and shook her head: “I still harbor hatred for those marauders and evildoers, but if there’s one person in the city like Larian and Sister Vanessa, who could survive today because of your decision, then, that makes it worthwhile…”

Leon glanced sideways at the girl with clear eyes and sighed internally, wondering what merits he had to deserve the company of such a perfect girl in this life.

Were it not for the blood and flesh of the dead smeared on him, his whole body reeking of decay, he would have dearly loved to lower his head and passionately kiss her cheeks.

Although it would be a bit of a mood breaker…

Olivia narrowed her eyes, having removed her helmet, she suddenly realized that the gloomy surroundings seemed a bit brighter than before.

She looked up at the sky, pointing towards the clouds: “Leon, look at the sky, don’t the clouds seem a bit thinner?”

Leon raised his eyes to observe, and indeed there was a change.

Although the dark clouds still cast a shadow over the area, keeping it dark as night, one could now see a faint light shining through.

“Lola, what is this?” He asked in his heart.

“…The Magic Technique altar on top of the Corpse Cart, is also a node that temporarily expands the domain of the Magic outward.

We’ll talk after you rest, your Magic Power is too low to…

let me continue…”

Hearing Lola’s voice grow fainter and disappear, Leon reluctantly set aside his speculations for the time being.

The griffin flapped its huge wings and soon arrived above the city walls, slowly descending.

Seated on the griffin’s back, Leon pondered over his Urian phrases, about to ask the guards for the person in charge, but to his surprise, he saw the gathering crowd lay down their weapons and knelt down towards him in a wave, as if in worship.

By the time the griffin folded its wings to stand on the wall, not a single person was left standing along the entire stretch of the wall.

Hearing the people muttering their prayers, Leon raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Olivia, who wore an equally puzzled expression.

What’s going on?

“Stand up, I didn’t save you just to receive worship.

Those who can still move, hurry to heal the injured, check the city for any remaining undead and dangers!” Leon shouted to the people.

Seeing the crowd hesitantly lifting their heads, some exchanging glances, but eventually slowly rising from the ground, Leon continued in his halting Urian, asking them, “Where is your commander?

I want to see your lord or a council mayor.”

As his words fell, he saw a young man with bloodied face and deformed armor, clad in a dull yellow robe among a group of fully-armed soldiers, struggling to stand up with the help of the guards.

“…I am Knight Yevan of Shatai City, the second son of the lord, currently the commander of the City Guard.”

Yevan looked towards the miraculous savior who had rescued him from the claws of the gigantic bat-like monster, saving their town in the process.

Even though earlier in battle, he had invoked the name of the gods to Crown the other party, boosting morale.

But now that reason returned to his mind, hearing the strange accent of the Urian language, he sized up the other party’s blood-stained plate armor, realizing that the well-informed young knight certainly was not some divine emissary, no matter what the others thought.

A powerful Griffin Knight skilled in witchcraft or possessing a magic weapon?

That accent, still not even a Kantadar person.

“You seem seriously hurt, where is your father?

Where can I find the lord of this place?” Leon asked the young Knight of Kantadar.

Yevan opened his mouth, somewhat embarrassed.

Since the blood battle began, he had not only not seen his father, but he had not seen his father’s elite guards either.

To be honest, at this moment, he already believed seven-tenths of what the refugee leader had said; the remaining three-tenths, he only hoped his father was cowardly, taking the guards to retreat to the fortress to protect the family, although he understood that before the fighting began, his father should have had enough time to send the family away by boat…

“…Sir, that selfish and stupid Baron Shatai has long fled, as cowardly and shameless as he always was on the battlefield.”

At the sound, Leon looked over and saw the speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a half suit of armor.

“And you are?”

“Ron, a deserter, currently the leader of a bunch of pitiable refugees.” The man lowered his head.

“…” Hearing the insults to his father, Yevan frowned instinctively, wanting to defend his dignity, but remembering that he indeed had been mercilessly abandoned on the city walls, he couldn’t help but feel devastated.

Sighing, Yevan temporarily closed his mouth, not wanting to argue with the refugee leader anymore.

Leon then looked to Yevan, who all but confirmed the claim: “So who exactly is in charge of this town right now?

Is it you?”

Yevan nodded, “I don’t know where my father is, but if he truly has left Shatai, then I am now in charge.”

“Good, I need a safe place to rest right now.

Please provide clean food and water.

My large companion here has some scratches, help me find some herbs if you have any.”

Leon patted the griffin beneath him: “Also prepare fresh livestock as food for it.

I think, as a reward for saving this town, this is not too much to ask.”

“Of course, you are the hero who saved Shatai City, please follow me to the fortress for rest, I will definitely prepare a sufficient reward to thank you,” Yevan asserted, touching his chest in a bow.

“Don’t put me too high on a pedestal; I am not a hero, just a knight passing by.”

Leon glanced at the highest Lonely Castle building within the town, then turned to Yevan and said, “The crisis you are currently facing is far from over, after all, those undead weren’t truly defeated, they might return.

I won’t stay here for long, I can save you once, but not a second time.

Since your father was so incompetent to abandon his citizens, the safety of the people in the city will need you to bear the responsibility in the future…”

Looking at the faltering Yevan, Leon sighed, “You should rest as well, we’ll talk more later.”