"Carry forward your style, fear no hardships, and do your job well. We cannot let the heroes bleed and shed tears!"
Carlos's emotional appeal finally moved the two aunts, and the two high elves who had passed the Ranger Qualification Certificate finally went out to hunt for food together as hunters.
Sola and Alleria left for about a minute, and Carlos finally stopped rubbing his temples.
"Anyone who still has the strength to chop wood and chop firewood can go out."
Seven or eight people left sparsely.
"They also have the ability to cast spells, have a full set of wilderness survival skills, and have received more than five years of higher education."
This time, all the people were gone, and only Carlos and Khadgar were left in the cave.
Carlos stood up, walked to the fire, stretched out his hands and rubbed them. Then he stretched his muscles and braced himself and came to Khadgar's curled up body. He picked up the collar and grabbed the archmage, and started. own performance.
"A team of nearly four hundred people went through life and death all the way. We succeeded. We pinned the Fire Demon King in his lair, and we stopped the fire element's ambition to conquer the world. For this, we paid more than three hundred lives. The price. Every one of those who died underground was a good person and a hero of the Alliance. And you, too. Without your last spell, we don’t know how long we will be moles underground, or even know Can you dig a way out before we die of exhaustion, starvation, suffocation and death? You saved our lives."
"But I was the one who harmed you. After finally escaping, I teleported you to such a hellish place, with no winter clothes and no food. The exhausted soldiers fell asleep in a dream. It's my fault..."
Khadgar closed his eyes in pain.
The comrades who had been laughing and laughing around the fire last night passed away overnight and froze to death beside them with smiles on their faces.
Not one person, not two people, but more than ten people. The strange smile on the face of the deceased deeply hurt Khadgar's heart.
Carlos couldn't explain to Khadgar that the faces of people who were freezing to death had that ghostly look on their faces, and he didn't even know how to comfort the mage who was blaming himself.
A living person is not a bunch of data composed of 0s and 1s. The entire operation lasted more than forty-eight hours. Even if the members of the death squads were all elite and tough men, they could not withstand the endless fighting and marching. Even Carlos himself, as a Paladin, felt the soreness of his body being hollowed out, let alone others.
There were eighty-nine members who escaped from the underground, and sixteen of them fell asleep forever overnight.
Carlos understood that they were running out of gas, but he didn't offer any more words of comfort.
Unlike the corpses on the battlefield, this kind of death happening around you is even more painful.
Especially in the midst of great sorrow and great joy, the originally strong Khadgar was suddenly knocked down, which was beyond the expectations of all insiders.
After touching Khadgar's white hair, Carlos could only summon the "weak" holy light to soothe his tired body and spirit.
"Think about it, you are the only one here who is proficient in teleportation spells. We are still waiting for you to take us home."
Putting Khadgar back on the ground carefully, Carlos left silently.
After all, he is still young.
The world is always easily misled by Khadgar's appearance, thinking that he is an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, but ignores his true age.
That is a young man who has just escaped the category of "child".
The principle that distance brings beauty applies to the case at hand. Many orcs died under Khadgar's magic, and many comrades died in front of Khadgar, but there was such a neat row of people who died because of Khadgar. , still stung Khadgar's heart, breaking through his inner defenses, causing the old young archmage to fall into a deep state of self-denial.
Therefore, Master Fa is just pretentious. Those who are full of emotions can easily fall into moral dilemmas, and those who lack humanity can easily become the incarnation of evil.
No one blames you, what a mess!
If he could click "m" to open the map, Carlos wouldn't want to be Khadgar's psychological mentor at all. But the real world of Azeroth is so big and so big that it's disappointing. Not to mention Alterac and Lordaeron, even Arathi, a "human territory" in the traditional sense, has large tracts of no-man's land. No matter how elite the human elite alliance is, the suicide squad members who escaped from death are trapped in the vast snow forest and have no supplies. It is difficult.
After resting for a while, Carlos didn't have the confidence and courage to lead everyone out, but with him, he didn't have to challenge the limits and survive in the wilderness...why bother.
After a round of inspection, we found that everyone in the pit was in a stable mood, but they were generally hungry. Some people even stared at the pile of kobold corpses, and Carlos felt that it was necessary to go out for a walk.
It would be difficult for the hunting team brought out by Saidan Dathrohan to satisfy everyone.
So Carlos packed up his equipment, walked out of the mine, and shouted to the guy who was chopping wood not far from the exit.
"Two of the animals that are still resisting come with me and don't show off."
Even though Carlos emphasized not to be aggressive, six people still followed him out.
Carlos kicked these people back to the cave one by one and asked them to borrow clothes to find supplies to keep out the cold. He also squeezed his nearly exhausted Holy Light to cast a group weak secondary power blessing on the other guys who insisted on chopping wood, and he was slightly out of breath. .
How long has it been since you became a Paladin that you haven't faced such a desperate situation?
The Holy Light is not a Saint Seiya universe that can explode with just a few shouts.
The Paladin squeezes out the holy light when it is almost exhausted. In fact, it uses the reverberation principle to draw out the [solidified holy light] that is usually used to strengthen the body. It is not much different from the warlock's blood turning blue.
Carlos had calmed down by the time a few guys dressed wildly and uninhibitedly came out.
"Let's go hunting and eat meat tonight!"
Carlos suddenly felt a bit proud. Even without the power of the Holy Light, I am still a muscular man!
Under the laughter of ghosts crying and wolves howling, the group stepped into the deep mountains and old forests.
Unlike Saidan Dathrohan and Carlos Barov's hunting team, the duo of Alleria and Sora didn't have the difficulty of one deep kick and one shallow kick.
Even if they are not as good as the night elves, known as the sons of nature, the racial talents of the elves give them flexibility far beyond that of humans. Coupled with the hard training of the Far Traveler troops, the two men, both with the title of Ranger, shuttled between the forest, sea and snowfields, showing off their coolness and wantonness.
In less than an hour after being squeezed out of the cave by Carlos, the two of them had a total of seven birds hanging around their waists.
Four to three, Alleria is currently in the lead.
"You don't want to see me that much?"
Alleria couldn't help but speak first.
"Yes."
Sora glanced contemptuously.
"I do not understand why?"
Alleria asked curiously.
"For the glory of Quel'dorei, of course!"
Sora grazed the tip of Alleria's hair with a flying knife and nailed a fat prey to the tree trunk, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
