Guo Qian hurried into the command center where Wang Jiyuan was. Before he reached the door, he heard reports coming one after another and Wang Jiyuan's hoarse voice giving orders.
He walked in lightly, without greeting Wang Jiyuan who was handing over instructions to the communicator below at the window. He looked around the busy people in the room, but unexpectedly saw a stretcher placed in the inner corner, with the person on it covered by a blanket, motionless. Morey sat on the ground next to the stretcher in his robe, unaware that the cigarette in his hand was about to burn to the end.
Guo Qian walked over and asked softly: "Morey, this is..."
Morey's body shook as if he had woken up from a dream. He put out his cigarette on the ground, raised his head, and revealed red eyes. "Chairman Guo, Deputy Battalion Commander Ji... is dead."
"What! How could this happen?" Guo Qian's face lost its composure and he hurriedly reached out to untie the blanket covering the stretcher. Under the blanket was Ji Xun's pale face and a shockingly large wound on his throat.
"Tell me, what happened? How did he die?"
"He was trying to protect me." Morey punched the ground. "If I hadn't used the light crystal to illuminate the tower. If I hadn't let my guard down and hidden myself in time, this wouldn't have happened... His death was really inappropriate, as he fell at the hands of a despicable attacker. I will definitely find the person who killed him, refine that damn soul into the golem, and avenge him."
"You guys are on the front line? Why would I let you go to the front line?"
"The enemy is using siege magic, we must stop them."
"This is not your fault. Your mission was to consume the magic and protect the main position, and you did it. His mission was to protect you, and he did it. You both completed your missions and lived up to everyone's expectations." Wang Jiyuan heard their conversation, walked over and said, "Sacrifice is inevitable. When necessary, I will fall like that. But now is not the time to be sad. We haven't defeated the bandits yet."
"If that's the case, Ji Xun's sacrifice was worth it. Remember how important you are to us, and don't take unnecessary risks." Guo Qian emphasized, "Don't always think about revenge, we will make the bandits pay the price."
"I know the importance of alchemy, but some things must be solved personally." Morey stood up and said, "I'll go check the magic circle. The attack just now may have caused some damage." As he said that, he walked out the door.
Wang Jiyuan winked at the two soldiers from the guard battalion, and the two soldiers immediately followed him out.
"What's the situation now?" Guo Qian asked, retracting his gaze from the door. "Don't worry about the rear. Everything was arranged when I came here. Everyone is cooperating well, and everyone is guarding the last level of the camp in an orderly manner. If the situation becomes unbearable, the route and supplies for retreating to the mountains have also been set up."
"The battle was difficult. The enemy sent a lot of cannon fodder to attack the city walls, and at the same time used archers to cover the walls with fire. Our walls were not high enough, and it was difficult to stop them. Several enemies had already climbed over the walls, but were beaten back by our soldiers. I have a total of seven reserve squads, and five have been sent out. As far as I know, the guard battalion has lost at least nearly ten people, and many more were injured." Wang Jiyuan said with a heavy face.
"If it doesn't work, I will bring a group of people from the back to support us. Old guys like us can still help a little." Guo Qian said.
"It hasn't reached that point yet... Our guard battalion can still hold on."
"Remember, if it is really necessary..."
"I know that at this critical moment of life and death, I will not be polite with you."
"Report." At this time, the voice of the communicator came from downstairs. Wang Jiyuan walked to the window and stuck his head out. "What's the situation?"
The messenger pointed to a girl riding a tricycle next to him and said, "This girl was just with Ye Zi, deputy platoon leader of the second platoon of the first company. According to her report, the position on the southern side wall was breached by the enemy, and deputy platoon leader Ye is alone to stop the enemy."
Wang Jiyuan turned around and asked his deputy, "Did you receive any light signals from that direction? Did they ask for help?"
The deputy in charge of the light signal said, "No, but they haven't sent any signals for fifteen minutes."
"Have the remaining two reserve squads downstairs head in that direction immediately. Lao Wei, your battalion's direct guard squad should take all the guns and go there together. Make sure to find out the situation and retake the position! Oh, and drive the Jinbei that was converted into a tank over there as well."
"Yes!" A tall soldier in the room responded.
When Morey walked downstairs and looked at the tower in the distance, he felt sad and guilty again. He didn't have much contact with Ji Xun, but because of this, it was even more difficult for him to accept that a stranger died for him.
Morey doesn't like to owe others anything. His self-esteem doesn't allow him to do so. Sometimes he would rather be bullied and laughed at by others than be helped and supported by others. Because the former will become his motivation and spur to rise up; while the latter often makes him feel weak and powerless. Especially when he will never have the chance to repay someone.
Anyway, let me avenge you first. There is an old saying in your book, "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years", but ten years is too long, too long to bear. I don't like this sentence. In my words, it should be: Morey's revenge, tonight!
Got to find that damn bastard first!
Morey stood downstairs for a while, filtering feasible solutions one by one in his mind. Finally, he remembered an ancient alchemy recipe, which was effective but costly.
But, as long as I kill that person tonight, isn’t the price justified
Morey made up his mind almost instantly. He did not go to the position where the magic circle was located. He did not care that Wang Jiyuan sent people to follow him. He went straight back to his laboratory with two bodyguards. Once he entered the laboratory, he searched through boxes and cabinets to find several bottles of potions, then mixed them with a kind of medicine powder, put them in a small pot to boil, and then added a few pieces of withered yellow herbs. After about five minutes, he filtered out a bottle of light green potion.
Morey put the potion in a small bottle, walked out of the chemistry building and came to an empty intersection. He first took out a bottle of silver potion and a pen, and drew a magic circle on the ground that did not look complicated.
"Mr. Morey, what are you doing?" a soldier asked.
"I'm repairing the magic circle."
"But this place is still far away from the magic circle of the main battlefield?" the warrior asked curiously.
Morey looked at him silently, and the man said awkwardly, "Sorry, I spoke out of turn."
Morey continued to draw, and soon, the magic circle took shape. Morey stood in the middle of the magic circle and took out a dark arrow from his clothes. The arrow was dim in the moonlight and exuded a cold temperament. This was the fatal arrow, and it still had a hint of blood on it.
Morley held the arrow in one hand, and poured the freshly refined green potion into his mouth with the other hand, then closed his eyes. A strange and cold smell flowed into his body through his esophagus, and then his perception became sharper, and all the things around him seemed to have a unique mark, just like he had a dog's sense of smell. No, it was not just a sense of smell, but a special feeling in the dark, which was much more comprehensive and stronger than the sense of smell.
He focused his mental power on the arrow, and two auras had a vague connection with him. A strong and bloody aura led him to the building where Wang Jiyuan was. Although he couldn't see it, the body on the stretcher seemed to appear clearly in his mind. The other aura was much weaker, and it intermittently led his thoughts to the darkness outside the school.
It's you! Morey chanted a spell softly, and the magic circle under his feet glowed. Suddenly, the feeling in his heart became much stronger. A figure wearing a black cloak and carrying a bow and arrow flashed through his mind. Although it was blurry, Morey knew clearly that this was the murderer.
Morey concentrated his energy, trying to see him more clearly, but suddenly he felt his heartbeat speed up, his head splitting, his stomach churning, and all the images in his mind dissipated from his mind like broken glass. He knew that this was his limit. Although this tracking potion was powerful and strange, it was extremely harmful to his body and mind. The damage to his mind and body caused by this bottle today would probably take three to five months to recover.
Fortunately, that kind of magical connection has been established, and at least within two or three hours, he can roughly feel the killer's location.
He opened his eyes, quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked towards a path leading to the south.
"Mr. Morey, have you finished the work here?" The soldier just now spoke again, "If it's done, let's go back to Captain Wang."
Morey frowned. With these two people watching him, there was no way he could run away. He looked around and found an opportunity to get rid of them.
He pointed lightly with his hand, and an invisible air current flew past, and an invisible hand formed in the air. This was a magic often used by alchemists. Although the power was not great, it was precise and effective. Not far away, an empty tricycle suddenly stopped, and the chain fell off somehow. The rider jumped off the tricycle in confusion, and saw the chain hanging on the ground, and couldn't help but shouting that he was unlucky.
He saw Morey and the other two standing on the side of the road, so he shouted, "Brother over there, come and help me. I'm in a hurry to transport the crossbow arrows and ammunition."
The two bodyguards looked at each other hesitantly.
Morey said, "Go and help. It's important to transport supplies. There are no enemies here. I'll just stand here for a while. Is there any danger?"
The two men thought the same thing, so they stepped forward to help the man lift the tricycle and install the chain. With someone's help, the chain was actually very easy to install, and it was done in less than a minute.
But when they finished their work and looked back, Morey, who had been standing there, was nowhere to be seen.