Chapter 208

Max mustered what little courage she had left and barely managed to open her eyes. It was difficult to see what was happening with the dust surrounding them as thick as fog. She could hear screams, the sound of steel colliding, the angry neighing of horses, and the sickening sound of ripping flesh. She stayed as close to the people around her as possible and shuddered in fear. A group of horses passed them, leaving behind a thick dust of earth, and the glow of the knights silver-gray armor passed before their eyes. Their silhouette charged the trolls like a storm and soon, a violent battle ensued against the dozens of trolls.

Max looked around nervously. Too much was happening, and it was hard to tell who was winning, it all felt like a living nightmare. Knights threw chains of hooks everywhere and wrapped them around the massive body of trolls like a net and the monsters fought back, roaring in anger. Their huge limbs hitting the ground rumbled and almost split the earth in two.

Max was terribly daunted by the fierce battle ensuing right in front of her. The knights mercilessly impaled the trapped trolls with spears and hooks, cutting their heads off when their struggle went down a notch. These counterattacks were repeated several times, until the battle eventually came to an end. The trolls who were still on their two feet dwindled down to half of the initial number and even those stumble helplessly under the constant attacks of the knights. Eventually, they drove the monsters to a corner in an organized tactic.

It appears that it will all soon be over.

As the thick dust settled, Archduke Aren beckoned to the high-ranking priest. Then, the barrier surrounding them disappeared, as it melted into thin air. Max flinched as she trembled: although it was announced that the battle was over, her stiff limbs couldnt move an inch.

Its all over now. Hurry up and aid the wounded.

A knight urged them. It was only then that they carefully went to the blood-covered battlefield and Max glanced terrified at the trolls dead body slumped against the ground. The soldiers removed its armor, revealing its terrifying build: dark green skin like a swamp toad, muscular, heavyset body and a face of a monster like how it was described in the books. It had a large, hawked nose, yellow teeth with fangs protruding out of its mouth, sparse long black hair, and cheeks drooping like the face of an old saggy man.

She was watching the troll with such an engrossed gaze that she later realized that the head she was observing was already decapitated from its body, quickly turning her eyes away. Her stomach turned and her eyes became unfocused.

Hurry and carry the wounded to one place! Those who are seriously injured should be brought to a high-ranking priest, while those who can still move should be gathered in one place to receive initial aid.

One of the knights instructed firmly, and the priestesses all began to move. Max desperately pushed the gruesome image away and ran toward the fallen men. Some died right where they were, but she averted her eyes from those who were crushed, concentrating on finding those still breathing and conscious.

It couldnt be said that they had been fortunate, since many people had perished, but two-thirds of the men left in the battlefield were still breathing. After carefully checking the extent of their injuries, Max casted healing magic. She felt a bit anxious, wondering if people would find it strange that a priestess was capable of conjuring magic, but no one paid attention to it. Soldiers and knights rushed to remove the armor from the trolls body, while the priestesses and the high priests were occupied with tending to the wounded.

Making sure no one was looking in her direction, Max stealthily applied more healing magic. After healing seven people in a row, her mana reached its limits. Carefully judging how much mana she had left, she decided to refrain from using healing magic to prevent the risk of magic exhaustion. Instead, she concentrated on moving the wounded to an area, as the other priestesses were already doing. Those in critical condition were brought before the high priest to be treated with divine magic, while soldiers with minor injuries, such as fractures or heavy bruises, were led into the hastily erected tents. The wounded were placed neatly on the blankets, and a knight who was supervising yelled in a stern tone.

At the moment, we cannot cast healing magic for everyone. Theres one more day left until we get to Servyn. Once everyone has received first aid, we will take a short break and begin to move immediately. I hope everyone can endure it for a little longer.

The wounded soldiers nodded wordlessly as the priestesses stripped off their armor and began to clean their torn flesh, and Max also helped remove their armor to clean dust and dirt from the wounds. Watching the soldiers squirm and g