Now, after a conversation between himself and Jaina, he saw that the four wizards' faces had improved a lot, so he should not need to encourage or comfort him anymore! Because Alsace felt that after only two or three more battles and being accustomed to life and death and blood, the four little wizards would definitely get used to it, just like he used to?

“!!”

"Wait! Your Highness Alsace, we haven't slept all night, and our legs are still weak now. Are you sure you should set off at this time?"

At this moment, the tired Krum suddenly asked in a bit incredible manner.

For the four of them, who grew up in a peaceful environment and had never experienced any battles, and could be an "academic" wizard, after the battle with a high level of mental and physical tension that lasted all night, they now relaxed but didn't want to move at all. They just wanted to bury their heads and have a good sleep, and then what could they say after they woke up?

“…”

At this moment, after hearing the words of Krum, Arthas suddenly stood still, but did not turn around.

"The same goes for us. Everyone has no rest in one night..."

"But we must set out quickly, because every moment later, more innocent people will die tragically under the butcher's knife of the plague and the undead. Time is too precious to us Lordaeron and we cannot waste it at all!"

After saying that, Alsace stopped explaining more, but turned over to the horse, then drove away with a whip, so that everyone could only see him gradually fading away in the morning sunshine, watching his blue cloak and long golden hair disappear behind the military tents.

"Don't worry!"

"I will ask someone to arrange a carriage for you. Then maybe you can rest in the carriage?"

Although she was also very tired and had a little overdrawn in her physical strength and magic, Jaina still cheered herself up and turned around with a smile. She nodded apologetically to the four younger wizards who were younger than her and told her own arrangements, then she quickly turned over and chased her lover towards the place where her lover disappeared.

After this period of high-intensity combat and investigation, Jaina has now transformed from a mage and a lady in Dalaran to a qualified military mage and adapted to this kind of life. If no one said it, no one must have known that she was in a mess at this time and was also a princess in a human kingdom, right?

So, she had reason to believe that the four people would soon adapt to this tired but extremely fulfilling life.

‘…’

‘…’

How can this be done...

Krum and Furong, who was also exhausted, looked at each other. Obviously, the two expressed a little embarrassed and dissatisfied with the fact that they could not sleep a day and a night and had to rush to go... However, when they suddenly saw two Lordaeron soldiers carrying a soldier's body that was chewed by a ghoul, they finally put away their pale faces.

Because both of them knew that the soldiers must be the same as them, even more tired than them...

Because they fought fiercely with the monsters all night at the front, they didn't have time to rest, and they even killed more than a dozen people... So, compared to the brave Lordaeron soldiers, what qualifications do they have to complain about those who only hide behind them and under the barrier shield and only issue a few spells occasionally?

“…”

Clean up!

"Harry, Furong, and Krum, let's go and prepare quickly. I can cast a traceless extension spell on the carriage later, and then we'll go and rest at that time?"

After waving his wand, he cleaned up all the dirt on himself, Harry and others, after a night of battle, he saw enough of the blood, corpses, zombies and skeletons, and his face was also a little ugly and numb. He first stared at the corpse of the soldier who was carried away, then turned around and sighed to comfort the three of them.

Now, she suddenly understood where Professor Anne's previous disdain for the Triumph Championship came from...

Because, compared with those Lordaeron soldiers who are now fighting with the undead, not yelling tired or afraid of death, the "Three Strongs Championship" jointly organized by the Hogwarts Magic School, the Busbaton Magic School and the Demstrong Magic School can only be regarded as a small game for children to play house?

If their performance is only at this level, they will definitely not be worthy of the name of the "warrior"! So, if they do not want to quit as deserters, from now on, all of them, including herself, must start working hard and do their best to do better!

After all, now this is not just a competition between the four of them, but also a battle between life and death with the terrible existences in this world?

"but……"

"We don't seem to be prepared for anything, because we don't have any rituals except the wand, so let's just wait here..."

Suddenly, Hermione laughed again and sat directly on the messy wooden boxes of supplies beside them. She was about to sit here, have a good rest, tidy up her chaotic thoughts, wait patiently for the soldiers to clear the battlefield and pack up their luggage, and then think carefully about what she should do next and what to do.

‘…’

‘Hermione?’

At this time, Busbaton's Furong sat back next to Hermione, and suddenly asked after lowering her head and silent for a moment.

‘??’

‘What’s wrong, Senior Sister Furong, do you have any problems?’

Just now, when she met those terrible monsters, Hermione should use a more powerful fire spell or a protective spell to increase protection to the soldiers, she was so determined that she looked at the senior sister who was a little desolate expression beside her.

‘…’

‘Where are we going with them?’

‘Well…’

‘It seems like a place called Andorhal? It is said that it is a city, and the source of the plague is likely to be there?’

Hermione was not sure about this, because she just heard the soldiers say something unexpectedly yesterday.

‘…’

‘How long do we want to stay here?’

Furong asked another question, and at this time Harry and Krum also looked over. Obviously, they should be a little concerned about these questions.

'ah?'

‘Sorry, I don’t know this…’

The question should be asked by the Professor Anne who was there, so Hermione said that she would not know more than the others present without explaining the little girl to her in advance.

‘…’

‘What should I do if I want to quit this terrible game?’

Obviously, Furong, who sat down silently and talked to Hermione, seemed a little scared and planned to quit the game... because in her opinion, the things here are really too cruel and terrible. This is completely different from the kind of "Three Strong Championship" she imagined. This is not what she wanted!

At first she thought that this was just a magic competition like an ordinary sports meet or a Quidditch ball game! But now, she found that it was not like that at all. They should be fighting desperately and could die at any time, and they would be swallowed by that terrible monster, just like the poor Lordaeron soldier they saw before, the flesh on their faces and eyes were gone?

So, Furong definitely doesn't want her to be like that, which is really terrible and cruel to her. Therefore, she is now in a mess and really wants to quit.

And, if there is really that option, she will really order it!

‘Sorry, Furong…’

‘I really don’t know. If I knew, I will tell you, really!’

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and finally shook her head helplessly.

Because now, neither she nor Harry or Crum, they can't contact Hogwarts, Professor Anne or any professor, and they don't even know what method to contact the school... So, she really doesn't know what to do. Now, besides gritting the bullet and staying in this world and investigating according to the previous task instructions, and then seeing what happened to Lordaeron's dusk, what else can she do and what can she do?!

‘…’

‘Maybe, if you die, it’s OK? Just like the situation when we suddenly wake up when we have nightmares?’

At this time, Harry suddenly got into the conversation between the two girls and said a guess that was quite reliable or sounded unreliable.

‘!!’

‘Harry! I advise you not to do that, it will probably die! And Fleur and Hermione, I must remind you, I think you should have learned that many people have died in the Triumph, so it has been suspended for centuries!’

"So, no matter what, please do not do that! Let's go to Andorhal with the Prince of Arthas and Master Gianna first. I will definitely have some solution when I think about it!"

At this time, Clum interrupted, warned and stared at Furong, whose will suddenly become less strong, after comforting the other party, and then glared at Harry Potter, who was still giving bad ideas at this time, with a more fierce look.

'I……'

‘I’m sorry, I’m just talking casually, don’t take it seriously!’

Harry, who knew that he had accidentally said the wrong thing, glanced at the senior sister Fleur Delakull, then quickly smiled and waved his hands to apologize to the three of them.

‘Do you know?’

"I don't know why, but I suddenly missed my sister Gabriel, and I don't know if I can see her again..."

After Furong hugged her legs tightly, she buried her face between her knees. Before closing her eyes, she said this in a depressing manner and stopped saying anything again, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

‘…’

'Feel sorry……'

Harry and Clum looked at each other, and after seeing the other's look, he hurriedly shrugged innocently, saying that he was just just making a joke just now and wanted to ease the atmosphere, but how could he know that it would cause trouble for others?

‘Oh, really…’

After looking at his companion with some concern, she saw that there was not much problem with others except Furong, Hermione sighed in her heart, then lowered her head again, and began to think about the things she hadn't finished thinking about just now.

‘…’

‘…’

Soon, the four people who had quieted began to sit silently on the wooden boxes again, gathering together silently, thinking about their own thoughts, or looking up from time to time as the soldiers were doing the things of dismantling camps, packing their luggage, burning bodies, and waiting patiently for the order to deport the army to set off.

‘Quick! Get ready to take action!’

‘As for the order, sir!’

‘??’

‘I’m finally leaving?’

‘This night was really long…’

‘Man is needed here! Hurry up, soldiers, act quickly, complete your work quickly, and gather to set out soon. Our movements must be quick!’

‘What are you waiting for in those piles of corpses over there? Why don’t you set fire? Want to wait for the undead’s meat grinder to re-collect them and throw them on our heads one day in the future?’

‘Abide by the order! For Lordaeron!’

‘For Lordaeron!!’
To be continued...