Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 602 - 602 284 Guiding Spirit

602: Chapter 284 Guiding Spirit 602: Chapter 284 Guiding Spirit “You brazen little dwarf, I wasn’t even dead at the time, and you dared to sneak into the Pope Court.

The fools in the Astronomy Department too, always staring at the stars above, always forget that what’s under their feet are also celestial bodies, never bothering to glance down occasionally.”

Walking on the path to the wounded camp, Leon listened to Lola’s muttering in his mind.

“Don’t be angry, there’s an old saying in my hometown, Xixiwu…

uh, I mean, losing a horse doesn’t necessarily mean misfortune for the herdsman, perhaps it ran out and could bring back a herd of wild horses.” Leon comforted: “If it weren’t for the Edel Chamber of Commerce daringly acting behind our backs back then, we wouldn’t have another secret passage leading directly to the Rolannar Region to choose from now.”

As he spoke, he followed the Sea Eagle Knight into Master Harvey’s infirmary.

Upon entering, he saw Kovis sitting by the bed casting a spell to heal the magician adviser.

Leon looked at Harvey’s seemingly disfigured appearance, still remembering the elegant and handsome face of this high-ranking magician.

“How is Lord Harvey doing?”

Kovis gradually extinguished the golden glow in his eyes, turning back reluctantly: “Lord Harvey’s robe armor’s magic resisted many impacts, but he is still seriously injured, especially with both eyes burnt beyond repair—I cannot restore his sight.”

“Never mind, Lord Kovis, thank you for your help, you have reduced much of the pain I felt,” Harvey rasped painfully from the bed: “If we can return to the North, my magician friends can heal my eyes.”

After speaking, Leon found a chair to sit in and inquired about what they encountered last night.

Harvey began to recount: “I didn’t expect…

Lord Balfe clearly still alive, had long since been transformed into some kind of monster by those creatures…”

After describing the nightmare of last night, he couldn’t help but sigh: “Honestly, I don’t even know how we survived, why…

that creature didn’t kill us all…

The terrifying magic power that creature possessed was hundreds of times stronger than the most powerful spellcasters I’ve seen, its very existence was like a walking magic catastrophe…”

Amid the conversation, the door to the infirmary was pushed open, and David, wrapped in bandages, entered, tense with repressed pain in his heart and on his body.

He saw Leon in the room, and the angry brows that were tensed showed a slight relief.

“Mr.

Leon.” David greeted softly, then looked towards Harvey on the bed.

“Master, what exactly is the creature that killed my father!?

Where did it go?

How can I find that mongrel?” Eriv’s second son raised his voice uncontrollably.

Upon learning Master Harvey had regained consciousness, he could not suppress the anger of seeking revenge against that creature.

“Forgive me, Sir David.” Harvey recalled the young man’s voice, replying helplessly: “I know nothing about those vampire undead.”

“How could you not know, you’re a learned Northern Wizard, aren’t you always claiming to know the truths of the world!!?” David’s voice trembled with uncontainable agitation.

“Calm down!

David, if Master Harvey knew about that creature, how could he be caught off guard?” Leon raised his voice.

Hearing Leon’s reprimand, David finally regained some clarity, clenching his teeth and lowering his eyelids, taking a deep breath: “…I’m sorry, Master Harvey, everyone, I lost control.”

He turned and left.

Leon watched the young knight who seemed on the verge of losing all reason due to losing a loved one, thought for a moment, and stood up to hold the other’s shoulder, stopping him.

David silently turned back, his eyes unfocused.

Leon originally didn’t want to tell him this so early, but fearing David would let hatred cloud his judgment and do something impulsive, he spoke lowly and ambiguously, “I can’t promise anything, but we haven’t found Lord Eriv’s and several others’ bodies.”

David was stunned.

“We will find them, no matter what…

they have become.” Leon promised him while looking straight into his eyes.

Hope surged with excitement in David’s heart, but the thought of Baron Balfe’s crazed behavior last night also sent a chilling fear down his spine.

“I…

I understand, thank you, Mr.

Leon.” The young knight’s eyes reddened slightly.

“There’s no need to thank me; Lord Eriv is my patron, the Sealing Lord to whom I am loyal.

I will do my utmost to try and find him, to save him.” Leon sighed.

David nodded gratefully, saying nothing more, quietly leaving the infirmary.

At this moment, Leon then saw Azeryan at the door.

Azeryan looked at David’s desolate back, guilt emerging on his handsome face, he turned back to his companion and said:

“Is now a good time, Leon?

I have something I want to discuss with you privately.”

…

……

After experiencing the brutal night battle with the vampire army, the warriors in the army now seem to have developed a psychological shadow about the night.

Many patrolling Allied Soldiers were overly reactive to shadows everywhere, causing false alarms to occur frequently in the fortress all night.

Not until the next day, when three thousand reinforcements arrived from north of the pass to switch defenses, did the exhausted troops garrisoned in Kilmerton heave a sigh of relief.

However, when several Pegasus Knights rushed over and Sir Angor returned to the front line via flying Pegasus, not only did he not bring the King’s reinforcements, but he also brought particularly heavy news to the Alliance.

“…His Majesty was seriously injured in Mamor County, the ‘Overlord’ perished…

The army suddenly faced an assault from over a million Undead, those Corpse Ghosts poured out of a dark giant gate of unknown origin…

forcing the Kingdom’s army to retreat step by step, having to withdraw to west of Mamor County.