Historical Event: The King Escapes?

"Those bastards!" Lindir roared in fury. An Elf Ranger had just been struck down by a stray arrow, and Apophis Breo could tell at a glance that there was no hope of saving him.

"Priest! Is there a priest?" Cradling the dying Elf Ranger, Lindir looked at Apophis Breo with bloodshot eyes.

"..." Apophis Breo was speechless. If he had a priest, would they have suffered such heavy casualties? Dozens of Valiant Warriors had already been lost, and nearly a hundred ordinary militiamen had been killed or wounded.

"Pfft! Hah!" Dura raised his staff, pulled the arrow from the man's neck with one hand, and immediately pressed his magic onto the wound!

Lindir, who had been about to curse the humans' ancestors, shut his mouth at once after seeing this. Wood Element energy rapidly wove through the wound, and the muscles visibly wriggled, regrew, and healed.

"Ah! You know healing magic?" Apophis Breo stared at Dura as if he had seen an alien. Light, wood, water, and holy mages could all learn healing magic, but it required absolute precision in controlling mana. Not every mage capable of learning healing magic could actually use it.

"You never asked! What did you think I'd been doing this whole time?" Dura twitched his lips. He had been acting as a battlefield doctor for ages, and this guy had somehow failed to notice?

It was fortunate that Dura had kept dragging people back from the brink on the battlefield. Otherwise, the casualty figures atop Junlin Fortress would have been enough to make Apophis Breo and Lindir turn around and run.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Lindir said gratefully. He had only just noticed Dura treating the wounded.

"Thank you!" The Elf Ranger who had been pulled back touched his neck in lingering fear