A strange world

Chapter 1321 Section 243. The price of growth

"Ugh ah ah ah ah!"

Joan roared and climbed up, holding back the severe pain in her abdomen, grabbed the iron sword in the vomit, and rushed towards Ali again.

But mindless anger would not play any role in the battle. Ali easily blocked Joan's iron sword that was waving like a shrew in a fight. The heavy axe in his hand was more flexible than the iron sword.

It seemed that he had played enough of this game. After blocking Joan again, Ali held the axe with both hands, twisted his body and exerted force, and chopped it hard with a roar.

Joan's few rationalities made her raise the sword to block her chest, which saved her life. The heavy axe chopped directly on her chest, and the iron sword broke instantly. The axe hit her leather armor with the remaining power.

Joan flew backwards instantly, and her leather armor and chest cavity sank into it, spitting out blood mixed with internal organs.

Ali walked up to her and said, "You are too weak... Go and be buried with Rama!"

When the two imperial officials who were watching were about to take action, a sudden gust of wind blew up in the mine, and then the terrifying dragon power descended, freezing them in place.

Eli, who was seized by fear, could only roll his eyes and stare at a girl in a blue dress who walked to Joan and put her white and soft hands on her chest.

Joan, who was nearly dying, recovered quickly from her injuries with a fractured chest and shattered internal organs.

The sunken chest was restored to its original state, and a healthy wheat skin color was revealed behind the broken leather armor, rising and falling with her breathing.

"Ilimoyas...?"

Joan regained consciousness, and the first thing she said anxiously was, "Don't worry about me, go and save Harold and the others!"

"Those people are dead."

Joan opened her mouth: "...Why did you come so late."

The beautiful blue vertical pupils fell on Joan: "Are you blaming me?"

"I...don't."

Facing the peaceful eyes of Ilimoyas, Joan's anger dissipated again.

"Actually, I've always been here."

Joan was stunned: "Then why did you..."

"For your growth."

"I don't...understand..."

"You humans need to experience stories to make yourself stronger."

"Not everyone needs to experience suffering! Some people..." Joan couldn't help but said anxiously, she would rather they were still alive.

"You want to talk about Annan? You are not him."

Ilimoyas said: "Annan Reeves is a strange human. He is young among you humans, but like us dragons, knowledge seems to be innate in his mind."

"I still can't accept that those who died just because of my growth..."

"Joan, this is the price of growth."

Ilimoyas said a dragon language, which translates to: untrained young dragons are just magic materials for wizards.

"We could have avoided sacrifice..."

Joan stood up, holding her chest. Her attitude was very firm. It was the first time she lost her temper with Ilimoyas.

The two imperial officials agreed with the blue dragon.

All the kings of the empire were thrown to the frontline battlefield when they were young, and then sent back to receive etiquette education after several years of training.

As for what to do if they die? There are successors.

Ilimoyas did not explain it again. That was not what a dragon would do.

She put away the dragon's might and let the invader resume activities-but only to speak.

"No... it shouldn't be like this. My brother and I came here all the way from the North to stay away from the war and start a new life." Ali's eyes were red, and he looked at Joan with a look of desire: "You ruined it all! Why would a master appear here! Why!"

"Do you know? You are right..."

Joan didn't want to answer his question. She picked up the broken sword, with the flame of revenge flashing in her eyes, and waved it at Ali, who was like a target.

"This is a battle for survival!"

Puff--

Blood gushed out, and the bald man from the North fell to the ground, staring at Joan with his last strength.

"I curse... you..."

He was out of breath, and Joan threw away the broken sword and took a deep breath.

She thought she would be so nervous that she wanted to vomit, but it seemed okay...

Once the enemy leader died, Ilimoyas put away the dragon's might.

Eli's men had never seen a dragon, but the pressure was real. They stood there trembling, letting the workers rush over to beat and kick them, not daring to fight back.

Joan let them beat the captives. If Ilimoyas hadn't come, they would have died here.

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She called a few people to deal with the wounded.

The huge team of nearly fifty people was reduced to less than twenty people in the short two minutes when the enemy rushed into the mine. Most of them fell before dawn.

Poor Hahahahaha Rhodes, he almost survived...

The enemy killed people cleanly and most of them were killed by one blow. Only three workers avoided fatal injuries by chance, one died of excessive blood loss, and two barely stopped bleeding.

Continue to collect the bodies, both their own and the enemy's.

Joan was a little numb, and so were her men. They even tried to strip the enemy's cotton-padded clothes, but accidentally tore the cloth when taking them off, and found that it was not cotton, but was filled with hay.

"Why do they kill each other..."

Joan, who saw this scene, murmured softly and changed her mind: "Enough, don't kill them."

She walked to the captive squatting on the ground with a bruised face and nose: "Is he the wolf king?"

Unexpectedly, Joan learned from them that they were not the Wolf Gang.

No wonder she felt that the bald man was not very strong... although he almost wiped them out.

After asking about the situation, Joan said: "I can give you a chance to atone for your sins. We are going to seek revenge on the Wolf Gang next, and you must rush to the front. If you are lucky enough not to die after the battle... I will let you go free."

"Of course, you can also try to defect."

The captives did not refuse. The leaders who brought them here were all dead, and there was no other choice but to agree.

After doing all this, Joan walked in front of Ilimoyas, who seemed to not belong here, and said in a complicated way: "... Will you help me?"

"Do you think I am right?" Ilimoyas asked her.

"I..."

Joan still felt that those people did not need to die.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the cave. Joan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Bores walking in with Jody and the female orc from the Osculus Mercenary Group.

Gloria, carrying a battle axe, swept across a row of corpses placed in the corner.

"Are we late?"

"A little."

Joan, with blood all over her face, forced a smile: "The matter here has been temporarily resolved, but the mastermind has not been cleared."

She lowered her head to pick up an undamaged iron sword, and used it to neatly cut the long hair stuck with blood, letting the brown hair fall on her shoulders, and her face covered with dust and blood showed determination.

"We are going to destroy them!"