Thal curiously touched the dandelion-like flames of light with his fingers. He had only just come from Oren City to the battlefield in The Forest and taken part in no more than three battles, yet he was already a veteran.
He was still young, though, and that kept his curiosity alive. With his fingers inside the flames, it felt as if he were stirring running water.
What made him curious was that these flames could set The Forest alight, yet they did not burn his linen clothes.
After testing them for a long time and confirming that these brilliantly colored flames would not burn him, Thal began leading his soldiers into the ruined battlefield to clear away the wreckage.
He was already a veteran, and his starting point had been higher than that of the other commoners of Oren City. He had directly gained extraordinary knightly power, which made Thal especially grateful to Mr. Bennett, who had given him guidance in the tavern back then.
"I wonder what Mr. Bennett is doing now. Legion Commander Brandt seems to be mustering the army to head for Oren City. Has war broken out over there?"
Thal was a little worried about that bard. Mr. Bennett did not possess extraordinary power, and his chances of surviving in a war were very small.
Ever since he had witnessed the Elves' combat strength on the battlefield, Thal had become deeply wary of war.
He had taken part in three battles, but he had only killed one elven warrior.
Rumble—!!!
The Stag Attendants rode Northern Warhorses back at a furious gallop from the depths of the burning forest. They had gone to encircle and kill the Palace Imperial Guard and that terrifying elven Legend. Thal was not qualified to enter that battlefield, and precisely because the