Fast Travel: The sick villain is also sick today

71 Chapter 71. The Frog 24
"war."

Mitchell appeared behind Mina and hugged her with both hands.

The estrangement with her stems from the difference in camps, not the natural antagonism between the two of them.

"War and the Wild Road."

Mina tightly held the staff in his hand, and the staff with the double blessing of the spirit of nature and the God of Light emitted a strong light in his hand.

After she let go, the staff rose into the air, and as she sang, the life force representing the spirit of nature and the healing light of the God of Light fell on the ground.

The fatigue caused by the frequent casting of magic spells by the magicians within the radiance was swept away, and they rejoined the new battle.

The wounds on the soldiers began to heal, and the blood formed scabs, restricting their actions like a gangrene under the layers of armor.

Mina turned around and stroked Mitchell's face inch by inch, and he obediently bent down and gently rubbed her palm.

"You should go back."

Mitchell didn't listen, and hugged her tightly with his arms.

"Master, you have my breath." Five months was enough for Mitchell to infect Mina.

She couldn't see the layers of black air lingering around her body, it was all transitioning away from him.

Mina tiptoed and placed a soft kiss on Mitchell's lips. She rubbed Mitchell's head: "Go back."

Mitchell deepens the kiss by pinching the back of her head.

"I will always be your believer, Master."

The wind and snow filled the air, and the sky and the earth were all pale. The soldiers' angry howls were hidden in the snow, and the crystal snowflakes fell on their hair and shoulders. Mina put his hands around Mitchell's waist, with a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

She leaned in Mitchell's arms, the staff returned to her hand with her pull, and pressed against Mitchell's heart from behind.

A dragon has no heart, and its vitals are never here.

"Go back, your people are waiting for you."

The girl in his arms suddenly disappeared, and her breath appeared in the place where the crowd gathered in the distance.

Mitchell also disappeared in place. Except for the wind and snow, no one knew that there had been a kiss here.

*
This is Minai's No.11 month in Saris Continent.

Although the climate of Saris Continent is very different from the normal plane, the calendar here is still twelve months as a year.

It is said that when the calendar was formulated, this continent still had four distinct seasons, and it was not until the gods left that this led to the current situation.

The creatures on the mainland have long been used to this unpredictable spooky weather. They have never seen the change of spring and summer, so they naturally don't feel that there is something wrong now.

The new year is approaching, and this new year is different from previous years.

On the border of the empire, under the heavy snow, the soldiers hummed the songs of their hometown in a low voice. They hoped and sang, and hoped that the songs would be passed to the people they missed with the spring breeze.

"Mom, is the sweet fruit pie ready?" The little girl was outside the kitchen, waiting for today's dinner.

Beside the warm fire, Pope Veras Tyrell's voice slowly reached their ears through the magic circle.

A woman with long brown hair, her hair braided in a long braid behind her, was wearing an apron, and she was touching the little girl's head.

"Mom, when will Dad come back? I miss him so much. Dad must not know that I have grown so tall during the half a year since he left!"

The little girl was sitting by the fireplace, asking her mother with her head on one side.

There was a glimmer of gloom in the woman's eyes. The war between the temple and the abyss intensified. The man who had promised to come back years ago has not heard from him until now.

No audio is the best audio.

The woman comforted herself silently in her heart.

Don't expect news from your family when the war starts.

"When spring comes, Dad will come back to see the baby."

The woman whispered to the little girl, but the little girl couldn't hear the confusion in her words, thinking that her mother had received the exact message.

"Yeah!" The little girl bounced around the fireplace, "Daddy will be surprised to see how old I am!"

The woman smiled without saying a word. She checked the time, and the sweet fruit cake was already baked.

She stepped into the kitchen and put the steaming and sweet biscuits on the table after baking. She was inviting the little girl to eat together when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Who will come to their house this Christmas Eve?

Could it be beggars who are wandering outside? Maybe you can invite them to come over to eat sweet fruit cakes.

She did a lot today.

"咚咚-"

In just a few seconds of her thinking, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Come here, wait a moment." The woman said in the direction of the door.

The wind and snow poured into the house with the opening of the door, and a snowflake that came in with the wind fell on the woman's hair.

"Who is mother?" The little girl poked her head out from behind the woman, and her ponytail gently swept across the door frame, bringing down a small piece of snow.

It wasn't a person who knocked on the door, but a shadow condensed by arcane arts. After handing the package in its hand to the woman, it disappeared without a word.

The woman had a bad premonition for a moment, the package in her hand was light, as if there was nothing inside.

"You go back to dinner first, good boy."

The woman touched the little girl's hair anxiously, and when the little girl returned to the fireplace, she opened the package with trembling hands.

Except for an envelope stained with dark blood, there is only a hand-painted miniature of the Eye of the Beholder jewelry.

"Snapped--"

The token of love belonging to her and her husband fell to the ground, and the blood on the envelope spoke silently of the sorrow in the war.

*
Elise Amishitia knelt on one knee between the two dragons, holding a staff.

The five-color dragon beside her has the same posture as her, prostrate under the throne.

The ghouls and other dark creatures that originally surrounded here have already escaped into the darkness after feeling the frightening aura.

The filth accumulated over the years disappears here.

Alice didn't dare to look up, and when the other party entered the abyss, she understood the huge gap between the two.

No, let alone someone on the throne, she can't even beat the few giant dragons around her.

She can qualify to be here or rely on her status.

Elise wondered why their High Lord had not yet launched an attack on the Northern Temple.

Yes, until now, in their battle against the temple, only the lowest-level ghouls and subordinate dragons were fighting. Neither she nor the giant dragons around her participated in the war.

"Lord, the saint Hathaway in the temple is offering blessings to them, please send me to kill her."

Alice bowed her head and put one hand on her chest, waiting for the response from the throne.

She was also born in the Temple of Light, but unfortunately no one came to save her when she fell into the abyss.

Under the pain and tearing, she was lucky enough not to die, but instead gained the power of darkness.

(End of this chapter)