In the early morning, before the sun has risen high, the crisp air is full of vitality, and the birds in the woods have just woken up from their slumber, showing off their melodious songs.
The Argent Dawn Knights gradually awoke, and a busy morning was about to begin.
Last night, Sylvanas kept her promise and returned all the wounded and logistics battalions she had detained to Purhatt after Pulhart's troops had marched a kilometer.
The joy of surviving the ordeal could not dispel the people's exhaustion. After marching for a while, the entire army finally reached its limit, and Pulhart had no choice but to order them to set up camp on the spot.
This place is still within the territory of Galen County, but it seems the Forsaken have no intention of provoking conflict, and everyone is sleeping soundly—except for Unas.
He hadn't slept a wink since being woken up in the middle of the night; anyone who knew there was a demon inside them would go crazy.
Unas kept thinking about what to do. Taking a direct approach was almost impossible, and attacking the Dreadlord would only harm himself. It seemed that until he found a way to drive the demon out, he could only play along with it.
This matter must be kept absolutely secret. If people find out that the Dreadlord has possessed him, he probably won't even need an Inquisition; he'll be burned at the stake.
Hearing the commotion outside, most people were already packing their bags and leaving. Unas didn't want to appear unusual and arouse suspicion, so he quickly got up and packed his things.
By the time he finished packing, Earl and the vanguard had already organized the group of women and children. Beryl was also mixed in with the vanguard; her cheerful personality made her popular wherever she went.
Unas could only wait for the order to depart. Just as he was getting bored, a warm shout came from behind him, "Unas!"
He turned around and saw Gordon, Darian, and Whitemane walking towards him from a distance.
He also went to check on the wounded soldiers' camp last night when the two sides met up. At that time, Gordon and Darian were still unconscious, but now, seeing their steady gait, their injuries should be fine.
Whitemane, leaning on her cane, limped along in a way that was the complete opposite of her usual aloof demeanor; her clumsy steps only made her seem more endearing.
Seeing that they were all alright, Unas was very happy and quickly went up to greet them.
Darian quickly stepped forward and gave him a big hug. Unas was a little stunned, not used to such a warm-hearted man. This kid must know that Unas was his savior, which is why he was so enthusiastic.
If they kept hugging like this, they would be mistaken for gay. Suddenly, Unas had a brilliant idea. He let go of Darian and instead hugged the silver-haired beauty who was standing to the side with a cane.
Caught off guard, Whitemane was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace. A surge of male hormones rushed through her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented, and she forgot to struggle.
It smells so good, it's so big, it's so soft. This taste is something I wouldn't trade for even an emperor. Unas involuntarily tightened his arms around Unas.
Whitemane then realized what was happening and delivered a powerful knee strike, but she forgot about her current condition. Her injured thigh collided with Unas's armor at the crotch, and she was the one who suffered the loss.
The silver-haired Priest cried out in pain, Unas reluctantly let go of her hand, supporting her with Darian on either side.
After regaining her balance, Whitemane quickly shook off his hand, her fair face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
"Why did you attack me?" Unas asked, feigning grievance, trying to shift the blame first.
"You! Shameless!" Whitemane practically pointed his finger at him.
"How am I shameless? Your brother can hug me, so why can't I hug you? It's just a matter of reciprocity."
"You shameless Goblin!" Whitemane continued to curse.
"Time is money, my friend." Unas suddenly remembered the Goblin the game and blurted it out, which seemed completely out of place here.
Whitemane was baffled by this statement and paused for a moment, seemingly pondering the meaning behind Unas's words.
Hehe, you wouldn't believe it, would you? That's just how unpredictable I am!
"Alright, alright," Darian seized the opportunity to smooth things over, "We're all good friends, so let's not worry about these details."
"Who's his good friend!" Whitemane exclaimed with disgust.
Unas immediately retorted, "You promised to be my girlfriend, have you forgotten so quickly?"
"Explain yourself clearly, I only agreed to go on a date with you for one day!"
Their secret agreement was thus exposed, much to the surprise of both Gordon and Darian. Darian cautiously asked, "Sister Sally, how could you...?"
Whitemane turned his head away, pouting, looking like a wronged little wife.
Darian looked at Unas with a questioning gaze.
Unas scratched his head. How could he tell her about the benefits he'd obtained by threatening to resurrect Darian? Unas's original intention was simply to tease this wicked woman, including the hug earlier, which he had intended as a joke. Unfortunately, it seemed he'd gone a bit too far, and she wasn't accepting it.
Unas sighed inwardly, realizing he had been delusional. He explained the situation and his thoughts to Darian, concluding, "I was just joking; I didn't expect her to take it seriously. This agreement is null and void."
Darian gave a wry smile and said to him, "Sally's stubborn personality is also a headache for me. I apologize on her behalf, and thank you for giving me a second chance at life."
He bowed deeply to Unas to express his gratitude for saving his life. Unas quickly helped him up. Darian nodded to him, then turned to Whitemane and said, "Sister Sally, the Resurrection proved Unas's status Holy-favored. This slaying of the Dreadlord also proves that he is not the alien spy you thought he was, but a true warrior."
Upon hearing this, Whitemane shifted his body slightly, looking somewhat awkward.
"Many misunderstandings between people are caused by arrogance and prejudice. The Holy Light teaches us to open our hearts to each other when communicating. I hope you can abandon your prejudices against each other and treat each other with sincerity. Let your grudges end today."
Having died once, Darian seemed to have matured considerably. He took their hands together and said, "Shake hands now. After that, we're good friends."
Their hands, so close together, remained frozen in mid-air. Unas wanted to reconcile, but he was afraid of being mistaken for a pervert again, so he didn't dare to move.
Whitemane's delicate white hand swayed slightly in the air, but she showed no intention of retracting it.
The two remained locked in a stalemate. Unas thought for a moment and was just about to take the initiative to shake hands when Whitemane unexpectedly extended his hand first!
"I'm sorry..." A soft voice, slightly choked with sobs, came from Whitemane's lips for the first time. She lowered her head, and two strands of silver hair fell down beside her ears, but they couldn't hide the glistening tears on her face.
"I should be the one apologizing." Unas recalled the scene when the two first met. The misunderstanding was probably sown then. Although the main fault was hers, his behavior at the time was also not good. The girl had even cried, so he should apologize as well.
Their hands were clasped tightly together.
"Yay! The reconciliation is done!" Darian flashed a victory sign and shouted happily.
Gordon had been standing silently to the side, and now a faint smile appeared on his pale, gloomy face.