The strong light was dazzling, and Angma breathed like a newly rescued drowning person. But then, a heart-wrenching pain came from his chest on his left. He couldn't help but whisper and woke up slowly.

"He woke up!"

Angma heard a surprise voice sounding in his ears, and he suddenly recognized the owner of the voice, which was Gianna.

The footsteps sounded, and there seemed to be more than one person around him.

"Hmph, are you finally awake?"

The second woman has a sexy voice, which is an absolute royal sister voice, cold and domineering. Angma is also very familiar with this voice, Lannaser.

Angma slowly opened her eyes, and her vision was first pale, like a blank canvas, and then there were constant colors gradually appearing.

This is an ancient stone chamber with the imprints of time on all four walls. The ceiling is carved with colorless stone carvings with some religious meaning, and a chandelier filled with white candles is hung.

The sun shines through the light blue glass windows, making the interior look blue.

Jaina and Lannaser were right beside his bed, only one sitting and the other standing with his arms in his arms, with a chill on his face, looking at him with a condescending gaze.

"Where am I? How many days have I been in a coma?" Angma asked, then he was startled by his angry voice. It seemed that the severity of the injury was far beyond expectations. He couldn't help but open his attribute panel and checked.

【Happiness: 189/470】

【Physical strength value: 200/590】

【Mana: 500/1660】

【Status: Serious injury has not healed (health recovery speed is reduced by 60%)]

Very bad, can't be any worse.

"This is the Monastery of Holy Light. It is the priests who saved your life, cleared the toxins, and with their careful treatment, you recover quickly, but you may have to lie on for a while to recuperate."

Lannaser didn't say anything, it was Jaina's answer to this question.

Three days?

Angma's expression couldn't help but stiffen. Every minute and a second passed, the main force of natural disaster under Alsace's command was one step closer to Dalaran, but he wasted three days meaninglessly on the hospital bed.

"Okay, what's the outcome of the battle?"

"The casualties are very large, almost more than half. Thanks to your effective command, otherwise once the defense line is broken, the number of casualties will probably be twice as high." Jaina sighed, "The current situation is not optimistic. The priests are not enough. The wounded are in a dilemma of lack of medical treatment and medicine. Seriously injured people die every day. Not only that, their weapons and military facilities are also completely insufficient. Many people fight with swords with swords rolled up. I can't even believe how they persisted in the severely affected area with natural disasters for so long..."

Angma looked at Jaina seriously and said, "So, Your Highness, you must evacuate the refugees outside the Holy Light Monastery as soon as possible. This is not only to save lives, but also to save the entire battle situation. The Lordaeron Navy has been destroyed, and only the Kingdom of Kurtiras can dispatch such a large fleet to completely eliminate the worries of the main forces of the alliance."

Jaina pursed her lips, "I know, I know. You have found more than one reason for me that must be like this, I will do it, don't worry... By the way, where did you find Lord Tyrio?"

"This matter is a long story... Hiss!" Although only three days have passed, Angma felt as if he had been lying on the bed for a year, and his whole body was weak. He moved restlessly, pressed his hands on the bed, and wanted to sit up a little, but he bared his teeth because of the wound on his chest.

When the two of them were talking, Lannaser, who had been standing next to him with his arms in his arms, frowned, and found a soft pillow from the side, wrapped one arm around his neck, gently lifted it up, and then stuffed the pillow underneath.

During this period, two tall little rabbits on her chest were swaying gently and swaying in a place close to Angma...

Angma couldn't help swallowing.

After doing all this, Lannaser took two steps back, picked up his arms again, and turned back to the iceberg beauty with a cold look.

Angma secretly glanced at Lannaser, and was glared by the latter and hurriedly looked away.

"Ahem...what, where is Lord Tyrio Fording now?"

Jaina shook her head and said, "Just in the field hospital, helping to heal the wounded. Angma, you have done a great thing. You don't know how many soldiers he showed up. Unexpectedly, he chose to return. I thought he had been disappointed with the league for a long time."

It turned out that Jaina knew the whole story of Tirio Fordine's exile, and seemed to admire the choice made by the noble Paladin.

"It's good to be here, I'm afraid he will leave... Your Majesty Princess, can you help me find Master Luo Ning of Dalaran and Lord Dasorhan, the acting leader of the Knights of the Silver Hands? I have important things to discuss with them, of course, including Your Majesty Princess, you myself." Angma said.

The two artifacts in the Tomb of Tyr must be taken out as soon as possible, which is of great significance to the northern battle situation and the blood elves.

Of course, there is also the ‘Saratas Dark Empire Blade’ that was not in the Guardian’s Tomb at this time.

The Knights of Silver Hand and Dalaran will definitely be willing to participate in this matter.

"Now?"

"No, the time is set..." Angma moved his legs, guessing that he could walk down the ground, "At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the location is in the Tomb of Fa'a in the south. It is the burial place of the Archbishop."

"The Tomb of Fa'ao? Why is it there? Well, then I'll set off now." Although I didn't understand Angma's intention, Jaina nodded and agreed, stood up and left.

"Miss Lannasel, can you help me meet Archbishop Fao and Tirio at the same time and place."

While speaking, Angma turned to look at Lannaser, but the latter just stared at him coldly without saying a word.

"Miss Lannaser? What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Lannaser curled his lips and said sarcastically: "Now the soldiers outside regard you as a great hero. Listen to the comments of those officers: they are calm in the face of danger, and use effective command to ensure the stability of the defense line... It is extremely ridiculous!"

She clenched her silver teeth and asked, "If it weren't for your command, the defense line might have been broken through by the undead. I wouldn't have been entangled with you about the bad diplomatic impact this matter may have caused. But just command is fine, you still want to participate in the war yourself? When checking your injuries, I found that the flow of mana in your body was sluggish, which is clearly the sequelae of awakening spells! Angma, you are almost becoming a high-level mage, you won't even be able to figure out your state, right? If you weren't able to concentrate, at your level, you wouldn't even be able to summon a magic barrier and be shot through your chest with an arrow? Your condition is so bad, why do you still have to join the war? Do you know that the wound is less than an inch from the heart. If this arrow is shot at the right time, no one can save your life!"

At the end of the day, Lannaser's questioning had already brought a hint of anger. Mei stared at Angma, and her anger was about to burst out. If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have been afraid that he would have pulled him out of bed and beaten him up.

After being scolded for no reason, Angma felt a warmth flowing in her heart. She looked at the angry iceberg beauty in front of her as if she had never seen it before, and grinned, "Miss Lannaser, are you caring about me?"

Lannaser snorted coldly, leaving the room without looking back, and before leaving, he threw a sentence: "Bah! I'm afraid you will die and I can't explain to His Highness the Prince."

Angma smiled foolishly, obviously not saying anything.
Chapter completed!