Alien world

Chapter 1642 Chapter 275. Old Friends
"Griffin, have you ever had a time when your memory suddenly returns to that scene when you smell a certain smell?"

"Yes, most of the memories are from my teenage years."

"What do those memories remind you of?"

The soul fire in Griffin's eyes flickered: "Happiness, and... pain."

"It seems you didn't have a happy childhood."

The Skeleton King spoke slowly like an ancient wise man: "The carrier of emotions is not necessarily the brain and soul. Memory is also a carrier. Without relying on flesh and blood, it can also make people cry and laugh... Life is really a wonderful thing."

"But this is different from the lich recorded in the books."

"Because memories will fade, even the most unforgettable emotions and memories will fade in the long river of time." The Skeleton King said with a hint of emotion, as if he was thinking of his own past, "Since you are uneasy, let's go and take a look."

"Thank you."

Griffin did not refuse, put on his cloak, and walked out of the Skeleton King's alchemy room.

Coming out of the Mage Tower, he headed for the hospital with a clear goal in mind. The first batch of wounded Black Watch soldiers rescued from the north were being treated in the hospital.

The source of his uneasiness was in the hospital. However, at this moment, the hospital gate was bustling with activity, as Annan was being escorted by the guards to visit the wounded.

Annan stepped onto the stairs and looked at the cloaked man who was looking at the door. After a slight hesitation, he asked, "Griffin?"

"Lord Annan." Griffin bowed his head.

"what are you doing here?"

"Lord Annan, I'm here to visit an old friend."

Annan was a little surprised: "Old friend... do you know anyone from Black Watch?"

"Yes, one of the wounded sent here is a good friend of mine from childhood."

If Griffin was lying, what was his purpose in contacting Blackwatch? If what Griffin said was true... then what kind of good friend could make Griffin, who is already a lich, come to visit?
Annan was somewhat interested: "What's his name?"

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Gary was leaning against the wall of the hospital bed, his face and arms wrapped in bandages.

"You must have made some mistake. How could my leg be broken?!" Edwin, who was lying on the bed next to him, was shouting.

The medical staff couldn't do anything about him, and they didn't want to force a soldier who had just returned from a bloody battle. Just when they were at a loss, Gary, who was leaning against the wall quietly, said, "We are the wounded who were sent back. This means that the legion commander discovered our injuries in the Far North. Don't you know this too?"

"But they want to amputate our limbs!"

Gary sighed and said, "You and I both know how much it cost us to get out of that icy hell... Compared to our comrades who died in the ice and snow, we are lucky to have only some limbs necrotized."

Of course, Edwin also understood this truth, but...

"You don't understand, without my toes, how can I continue to fight!"

He doesn't understand?
No, he cares more than anyone else.

My comrades died in the ice and snow, my brother died in front of me, and even I...

Gary lifted the blanket from his body and said calmly, "What I lost was a pair of legs."

He stood in the snow for too long, and his leg was swollen like an elephant's by the time he was taken to the outpost. It was too late to get treatment.

During the turbulent years, the priest lost his strength, and some minor injuries that could have been recovered from became irreparable serious injuries.

The ferocious look on Edwin's face froze there, and his unwillingness, resentment and confusion gradually subsided.

"Sorry..." He took a few deep breaths and said to the medical staff beside him: "I agree to the surgery..."

"We will arrange your...surgery as soon as possible. If we delay too long, the wound will move upward." The doctor avoided sensitive words such as "resection" and "amputation", signed "patient consent" on the medical record, and left the ward.

The ward returned to silence, with only the sound of an argument coming from the next ward, like a reincarnation.

The knock on the door woke up two people who were thinking about something. They looked up and saw a good-looking boy pushing the door open.

"Lord Annan..."

They followed the people of Free City and respectfully called Annan.

"Why don't you open the window?"

The air in the ward was a little turbid, or even depressing. Annan guessed the reason, walked to the window as if he was familiar with it, and opened it.

The bustling noise outside poured in, bringing the deserted ward alive.

"We need someone to take care of us." Gary pointed to his lost legs with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, the hospital was a bit busy today and the medical staff neglected it." Annan smiled apologetically.

"I'm not complaining," Gary said, somewhat flattered.

Annan looked at the gloomy expressions on the two men's faces, vaguely guessed the reason, and said, "It seems you don't know yet."

Damn the insider, why didn't he leak the secrets when he should have, and just focused on the gossip about me all day long.

Facing the gazes of the two Blackwatch soldiers, Annan said, "The Hellfire Legion and the Blackwatch Legion won a great victory in the Far North, annihilating the Red Eye Clan, one of the thirty-three clans of the McKeon ratmen, leaving almost no rats alive."

"You have taken revenge."

Gary and Edwin looked like they had heard something incredible, with only one emotion in their eyes: how is this possible?

Annan guessed that they didn't dare to believe it. After all, even he himself suspected that he was dreaming when he first heard it.

So he brought the Philosopher's Stone and placed it on the bedside to activate it.

The scene of the sinking of the Devil's Minion Peninsula appeared in front of the two. Millions of ratmen were struggling and sinking in the vortex. Individuals were insignificant in the face of the horrific natural disaster.

Watching the vortex in the magic image become calm, Gary put something down and said sincerely: "Thank you for your visit."

Annan smiled nonchalantly: "I have already contacted the Empire for you. I think it won't be long before you return home as heroes."

Edwin listened, suddenly showed a trace of excitement, and was about to speak.

"Edwin." Gary shook his head at him.

"What's going on?" Annan asked.

"Edwin wanted to wait for someone from the Empire to save his toes, but it was too late."

Annan was silent. The first batch of wounded were all in similar condition, with irreversible frostbite on their limbs, and the only option was amputation.

Warriors are not as good as mages, and physical problems do not affect their combat effectiveness. For example, our ancestor had difficulty even standing up, but as long as he existed for one day, he could stabilize the situation in the empire.

Without their hands, they could not lift their great swords, and without their feet, they could not pursue their enemies.

"Gary, you are still the same, liking to make decisions for others." Griffin, who had been standing behind Annan and silent for a long time, suddenly spoke hoarsely.

"who are you?"

Gary looked at the old man. From the beginning to the end, he thought the cloaked man was Annan's servant.

The words sounded targeted, yet they revealed a hint of familiarity.

Griffin lifted his cloak and said, "Little Muddy with a princess collar, do you remember me?"

(End of this chapter)