Chapter 136

Chapter 136

The sharp cry of a young girl pierced through the night. Healers were awakened one after another, some not even bothering to put on clothes before rushing out of their tents:

"What's happening? What's happening?!"

"Corpsecorpses!"

The priestess screamed with her eyes closed. As a healer who had been on the battlefield, she shouldn't have been so startled by a corpse. However, the scene before her was too shocking, catching her completely unprepared.

High Priest Hilde, the young genius she had admired and pursued for a long time, was half-leaning over a corpse. The light from the Illumination Spell shone from the side, casting his handsome face in a half-light, half-shadow, with a slightly distorted expression. As if that wasn't frightening enough, both his hands were pressed together on the corpse, moving up and down, up and down...

Not to mention that there were two people lying on another corpse nearby. One was pressing the chest of the corpse, adopting the same posture as High Priest Hilde, moving up and down; the other, even more frighteningly, knelt at the head of the corpse, almost face to face with the lifeless body...

Double the visual impact, double the horror.

Garrett looked at High Priest Hilde, raised his chin, and signaled, "Deal with your mess yourself." High Priest Hilde gave him a wry smile, climbed up, and tentatively tried to comfort:

"Caroline, you"

"Don't come near me, ahhhh!"

The piercing scream was too intense. In the priest area, people were waking up one after another:Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

"What's happening? What's happening? Corpses? Someone died?!"

A group of priests rushed over, peeking and looking. Almost at the same moment, in the nearby mage camp, there was a sudden explosion. A tent exploded into pieces, and fragments flew in the air, catching fire in mid-air. Under the tent, an elderly voice angrily shouted:

"Who is it! Who's screaming in the middle of the night! Made me shake, and all my potions exploded!"

Uh...

Garrett sweated profusely. The scream just now was a bit too loud, no wonder the alchemist's hands were shaking. But, sir, what kind of potions are you making, nitroglycerin?

However, the chain reaction did not stop there. With the explosion in the mage camp, cries of alarm echoed in the surrounding military camps:

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"You?" Count Norman frowned slightly. He glanced around, and the nobles who were disturbed in the middle of the night had gloomy faces, the angry old alchemist, and the stern-faced high priest of the Temple of Springs. Elder Heath of the Quenched River Temple looked at Garrett with concern and warmth, seemingly protective.

Well, it's an accident anyway. Just handle it casually, give everyone an outlet. Count Norman thought this way, cleared his throat, and said:

"Since you're willing to take responsibility, you..."

Before he got to the main point, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded from the crowd:

"What's wrong with practicing on corpses? Making a big fuss! So melodramatic! Scaring everyone to death, yelling around, causing trouble for others!

Little Garrett, if you're upset, come to our side. Black Crow Swamp has plenty of corpses for you to play with! Don't mind those priests!"

A necromancer walked proudly, with a thin face made of skin and bones, looking around arrogantly. Garrett smiled bitterly, "Mage Lin..."

Count Norman's face darkened. Not far away, the high priest of the Quenched River Temple, who was also the overall commander of all

the healers this time, had a gloomy face and cleared his throat:

"You"

"Little Garrett, how about you change your camp first?" Elder Heath Elder spoke with a gentle and pleasant tone, preempting the high priest:

"Tomorrow, a team is heading north towards Grim Bay. Follow them and see if there's anything you can help with."

This was equivalent to sending him to a secondary camp.

He couldn't stay in the main camp, enjoying good food and drink, and treating two patients whenever he wanted. Instead, he had to follow a team, march quickly, and possibly face battles.

The atmosphere immediately eased a bit. The angry old alchemist, the nobles with dark faces, all relaxed. Only Lin raised his eyebrows:

"But"

"Thanks, Elder. I'll go tomorrow."

Garrett bowed slightly. High Priest Hilde, looking at him with guilt on his face, and Mage Lin, who had passed through the crowd, grabbed Garrett's arm:

"It's not your fault, but you have to bear the responsibility! Come, come, come to my place! I'll pick some protective items for you!"

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