The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 454 Lost
witness.

Witness what?
Eberron indeed witnessed death with his own eyes.

A large number of deaths, the deaths of acquaintances, the deaths of comrades who have only met a few times, the deaths of strangers... She has witnessed all these.

But to be honest, she didn't realize any philosophy from this death.

Death is just death, and it doesn't make her suddenly enlightened.

She is just a little sad.

"Grand Duke Coldthorn... What exactly do you want me to see?"

Muttering this sentence unconsciously again, Eberron lifted the medical kit in his hand and walked towards the next wounded person who needed treatment.

There were suppressed wailing and moaning in his ears, and Eberron subconsciously looked not far away.

Three beds away, a man with obvious half-orc blood was biting the blood-stained towel tightly, receiving treatment from the medical staff.

No matter how strong a strong man loses half of his body, it is difficult to maintain his image of a tough guy. Not crying out is his last stubbornness and resistance.

If it was the past, Eberron would probably turn his head away the first moment he saw the other party.

On the one hand, it's politeness, and on the other hand, it's to keep my own politeness - in order not to make my nausea too obvious.

But now, now... Eberron just looked intently, then turned and left after giving him a slight nod.

I have no way to help the other party's injury, even if I get close, it's just adding to the chaos. If this is the case, then don't get involved, and continue to do what you should do.

"what……"

Stepping up, Eberron finally sighed slightly, she knew how to describe her current state.

numbness.

I also know that this situation is wrong, but there is no good way to deal with it.

Since returning to the base, Eberron has been in this state of numbness, not knowing what to do.

Being able to take the initiative to apply to come to the field hospital on the front line of the first theater for assistance is already the biggest self-help behavior that Eberron can do.

"... polluted?"

When Eberron returned to the base, she went to find Grand Duke Coldthorn, but she didn't ask anything.

That gloomy legend with a cold and arrogant image is still carrying on his "work", stitching up the bodies of soldiers who died in battle, without any change.

Grand Duke Coldthorn didn't seem to care about her return, and drove her out after the two of them stared at each other in silence for a while.

"You're here, polluting them...get out."

For such unclear reasons.

Without protesting or arguing against this seemingly malicious attitude, Eberron left the room silently, returning all the darkness and coldness to Grand Duke Coldthorn.

At that time, Eberron didn't quite understand the meaning of the other party's words, but she seems to understand a little now.

"Saving a numb person like me will make their sacrifice meaningless? Hehe..."

It's a cold and harsh statement, but it has the style of Grand Duke Coldthorn.

Just when Eberron laughed at herself, she heard a weak cough beside her.

"...Miss, are you laughing at my loss?"

Ok?
The numb eyes lit up a little, and Eberron, who had regained some energy, turned his head to look at the wounded who had just made a sound.

"No, I didn't mean that, I just..."

Shaking his head neither excited nor flustered, Eberron explained to the man, but stopped before speaking.

"Er! You, no, you... you're a fighter too, aren't you?"

The scene in front of him was really shocking, and Eberron's dull brain started to work, thinking about the authenticity of all this.

The other party is not his acquaintance, not a relative or friend, and Eberron is sure that he does not know the other party.

The main problem appeared in the appearance of the other party.

The gray and dry hair all over the body, as well as the fluctuations emanating from the other party, clearly told Eberron the identity of the other party.

A kobold, and a very old kobold at that, looked frail and vulnerable.

In stark contrast to the tall warrior in the next bed, the old dog... the old man really looked as thin and small as a raised domestic dog.

The average lifespan of a kobold itself is longer than that of a human. With the influence of magic power, a kobold with high-level strength can theoretically have a lifespan of about 500 years.

Of course, that's just theory, and most people haven't even heard of the four hundred-year-old kobold orc.

But perhaps because of his weakness, the old man in front of him may have given Eberron a feeling that it was longer than those records.

Eberron didn't see trauma on the opponent's body, but even without those wounds, he shouldn't live long.

He is simply too old.

The whole body exudes a heavy twilight energy, looking like a breathing corpse.

On such a battlefield, is there such an old man?

However, the other party's eyes were indeed extraordinarily bright, filled with what seemed to be firm will.

Hearing Eberron's question, the old man smiled at him, showing a smile with only two or three teeth left.

"Of course! Old man, I used to be the best fighter in our clan. I don't know how many little mothers there were... cough cough cough, it's all over, um, I won't show off in front of people from the past."

Eberron:?

Although you didn't say everything, you did show off...

Shaking his head, Eberron adjusted his mood, sighed silently, and bowed slightly to the old man:

"...I didn't mean to laugh at you, I was just laughing at myself."

The old man moved his nose, as if he was examining Eberron's heart, but soon showed a kind smile:
"Oh, it seems that I blamed you wrongly. I'm really sorry, little girl."

"No, it's nothing, I'll take my leave first."

Her lips moved slightly, and Eberron shook her head to express that she didn't care, but just as she was about to turn around and leave, she couldn't help but turn around and ask:
"Well, do you mind if I ask, what have you lost?"

No matter how Eberron looked at it, the other party didn't look like a broken limb, did he not find it somewhere?
Hearing this question, the old man's mood instantly became depressed, and he said decadently:
"Not found? Isn't it obvious? I lost my most precious thing."

"If it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer me..."

Raising his hand, the old kobold showed his shriveled rib-like body, and said in great grief:

"I lost..."

"It's my youth!"

The true feelings and sincere feelings, the grief on that face is not false at all.

"……what?"

Eberron:?

(End of this chapter)