I can evolve everything

Chapter 92 Meeting

Renn took the water pouch and took a sip.

The cool water flowed down his throat, invigorating him.

"We won."

"I'll say this calmly," Raine said, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

"Yes, we won."

Valen stared blankly at the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield in the distance: "I thought I was going to die here this time. I never expected—"

He turned his head and looked at Ryan, his eyes becoming extremely complicated.

"Raine, tell the truth."

Valen patted Renn's shoulder with his good right hand, the force quite strong: "You kid, are you really an apprentice knight? Those moves just now—even a full-fledged knight might not be able to do better than you."

"Especially that sword strike."

Valen gestured to the position where Rein had blocked the attack from the monster that had ambushed him on the city wall.

"In that situation, an ordinary trainee knight definitely wouldn't have been able to react in time, and probably wouldn't have been able to block that attack. You didn't even flinch. Just how good is your breathing technique?"

Renn remained silent for a moment.

"Probably because—" Renn touched his chest, "I'm more afraid of dying than others."

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"fear death?"

Valen paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, which aggravated his wound, causing him to cough again.

"What a coward! If this is what you call being afraid of death, then all of us so-called knights should just find a block of tofu and smash our heads against it!"

Just then, a light footstep sound came.

Ella jumped off the city wall and landed silently.

"Hey! You two great knights!"

She was carrying two snow rabbits in her hands—spoils she had picked up while cleaning up the battlefield.

"Extra treat tonight!" Ella waved the rabbit in her hand.

Seeing Ella's carefree attitude, Renn and Valen exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile.

This is one of the few things that can bring warmth to people on this battlefield.

In the distance, the sergeant was leading his men to welcome the friendly troops who had come to provide support into the fortress.

Although everyone was exhausted and injured, the joy of surviving the disaster made the ruins exceptionally vibrant.

"This is the North."

Valen looked at the soldiers patting each other on the shoulder and sighed softly.

"Here are only mud, blood, rusted iron swords, and—"

He raised the tattered leather bag, now empty of water, and made a toasting gesture towards the sky and the relentless snowstorm.

"And a bunch of adorably stupid bastards."

Renn looked at him, raised the water pouch in his hand, and gently touched it.

"Respect us."

"A tribute to those of us who are still alive." Ella leaned over and playfully touched her rabbit ear.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

In this twilight, this moment of tranquility seems so precious.

Although they all knew this was not the end.

Perhaps in a few days, an even larger wave of beasts will arrive.

But that doesn't stop them from enjoying this moment of respite that belongs to the victors.

The wind is still blowing.

But it no longer seems so biting.

The nights in the black pine forest are not peaceful.

The wind howled outside the city walls, like the ghosts of the dead who died during the day constantly knocking on the gate.

Inside the city walls, in the high tower of the garrison.

The air here is filled with a strong aroma of herbs.

"Ouch—! Be gentle! Damn it, are you trying to rip my arm off and use it as firewood?"

A low growl came from inside the tower.

On one side of the hall, Valen sat shirtless on the bed. His plate armor had been removed and was lying to the side, covered in scratches and dents.

On his left arm, a laceration stretched from his shoulder to his elbow, with the skin and flesh torn open.

"If you keep fiddling with it, I don't mind sawing it off."

Vina's voice was completely flat, and it seemed that if Valen moved again, she would really do it.

This war priest from Shattered Tooth Canyon did not directly use divine magic to heal.

Her exact words were that if the wounds were treated first before using divine magic, it would be less taxing on the priest and would allow him to have the energy to treat more wounded.

She held a red-hot iron bar in one hand and a bottle of strong alcohol in the other.

"Bear with it."

Before she could finish speaking, she splashed the alcohol in her hand directly onto the wound.

Valen's body tensed up suddenly, his muscles bulged, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Next came the red-hot iron bar.

Sizzle—

The smell of burnt flesh instantly filled the hall.

Ryan sat in the shadows of the corner, and when he heard the burning sound, his hand only paused slightly.

"It looks painful."

Ella sat opposite him, toying with the two swords, one long and one short, in her hands.

"Pain is better than death," Renn said calmly. "If that kind of wound isn't burned shut, the energy required to heal it directly with divine magic is extremely high."

"I know." Ella sighed, sheathing her short sword at her waist. "I was just thinking, even a formal knight like Valen is injured like this—if another wave of beasts comes, how many of us will be left?"

Renn did not answer.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the hall.

Valen's treatment has finally come to an end.

Vina wrapped his left arm in bandages like a dumpling, and then slowly began to cast her spell.

"Don't use force on this hand, at least not tonight." Vina packed up her tools, coldly uttered these words, and turned to walk towards another wounded man.

Valen, panting heavily, rested for a moment before standing up as if nothing had happened and walking towards Renn.

"Rain, Ella, come with me."

As he spoke, Valen led them to an adjacent room.

Inside the room, five official knights were sitting around a table.

They are the commanders of various garrisons, the reinforcements who came to support us after seeing the smoke signals today.

Garrick, who has a scorpion tattoo on his face, is among them.

He was also a senior, officially recognized knight. At this moment, he had a gloomy face, holding a short sword in his hand, and was whittling something on a piece of wood.

"Varen, don't push yourself."

Garrick stopped what he was doing and stared at Valen, who had just walked in: "Your injuries require rest. Tomorrow morning, a few of us must lead the team back. Our defense zone is currently undefended; if a monster attacks now—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

This is the harsh reality of the northern defense line.

Although the northern fortress had a large number of soldiers and knights, scattered across a defensive line of hundreds of kilometers, even a large force seemed scarce at this moment.

Each encampment needs soldiers to be stationed there. They were able to come to rescue Valen today because their encampment was relatively unaffected and they saw the black smoke signal requesting support.

But tomorrow, they must immediately return to guard their respective posts.