30.
During the night, our territory was attacked by surprise.
Many soldiers were caught off guard and wounded, and most of the fortifications were destroyed.
Andy's eyes were heavy: "It's Cavendish in the south. They have two high-level magicians, one of them is a fog-type magician, who is best at hiding their tracks."
Two high-level magicians and two magic towers are definitely a sign of strength in our small place.
My heart is a little heavy. The other side has declared war, there is a first attack, and there will definitely be a second attack soon.
I pondered for a while and patted Andy on the shoulder: "Rectify the army and prepare to go out."
Offense is always the best defense.
31.
That night, I sat next to Frius and said to him, "Alf, there are two senior magicians on the other side. Those are senior magicians, and I have never seen them before. Are you afraid?"
I patted his shoulder, he waved me away with a paw, looked back at me, and said with disdain, "Don't insult me with that weak human being."
I'm a little relieved.
Frius always reassures me easily.
32.
However, the "weak human beings" in his mouth still wounded him.
No one expected that the fog magician would have an extremely rare dragon slaying dagger in his hands.
Dragon slayer dagger is actually a name for a weapon that is particularly sharp and can break through dragon scales. The natural rarity of dragon daggers.
The fog magician was holding a short sword.
Cavendish was pierced by Andy's sword and died. The two magicians signed a life-and-death contract with Cavendish. Knowing that his life was not long, he simply turned himself into a cloud of fog and wrapped the short sword. stabbed towards Frius, hoping to perish with him.
Of course Frius could not die with him.
But there was also a wound torn by a sharp blade in his abdomen, and ice-blue blood slowly flowed out from it.
I've seen Frius injured, but never blood.
Andy was in charge of cleaning the battlefield as usual, and Frius calmly followed me back to his room, then fell to the ground on his side.
I knelt down beside him, distressed beyond measure.
But now I also know that the human wound medicine in my hands is useless to him.
Frius slowly wiggled his tail and said to me, "I'm fine, just take a break. It was me who was careless and was hurt by such a knife."
I raised my head and looked at him with guilt and remorse.
Frius blinked those huge ice blue eyes: "Adam... I'm really fine, don't look at me like that."
I still looked at him stubbornly.
He sighed helplessly and closed his eyes: "Okay. Then you can lick it."
I stared at him with wide eyes, puzzled.
"I mean licking the wound," Frius said.
I don't know what the purpose is, could it be less painful to lick it? Or will the wound heal faster? But I kept my head down and gently licked his wound—Frius never got close to anyone else, and whatever the benefits, this errand was probably only for me.
Frius's body trembled slightly.
Then I heard him say, "Well, my blood is precious. So give it a lick and don't waste it."
33.
I want to throw this stingy dragon from the balcony that is extremely greedy for money and doesn't even spare his own blood!
Then I measured our height to size ratio and thought I probably couldn't even move his head. So he had no choice but to give up, and continued to gently lick Frius' wound.
He seemed to be lying there comfortably, his eyes narrowed.
34.
I never said that to Frius, but I really appreciate him being there at that time.
I wish I could do more for him.
Although I am only a weak human in his eyes.