The Runic Alchemist

Soldiers kept pouring out of the large gate one after another as the battle intensified. The royal soldiers fought fiercely, quickly clearing the tribesmen caught between Lucian and her seven companions—the seven humans fighting for their lives deep inside the five-thousand-strong tribesmen army. Lucian used her ice mountain and wormhole spells to deal heavy damage to the tribesmen soldiers coming from around the ice mountain, and then to the whole tribe alliance army that was momentarily in chaos trying to rush to their people’s aid.

If the tribe alliance had just taken a minute to organize their ranks and attack with a plan, both Lucian’s ice mountain and the unprepared royal army would have posed no real threat at all. But the tribe alliance was not a single army—they had never been trained to fight together. Their leaders were trying to form some kind of order, but each tribe was focused on saving their own people, making it difficult to take control.

But that wouldn’t last long. The other end of the tribe alliance’s army camp was already calming down and beginning to fall into formation, preparing to fight. They didn’t have many of their own people in the first ten thousand, so they were not in a blind rush. Still, Lucian and her seven companions had already killed over three to four thousand tribesmen. They kept pouring out from around the ice mountain, so the bodies weren’t very noticeable, but many had died—the snowland was slowly turning into a bloodstained battlefield.

In the worst condition, however, were the seven people surrounded by thousands. They were on their last manapool refill, and it was almost impossible to break out of such a situation on their own. The king and others on the wall could somewhat see what was happening, but the human army coming to save them could barely locate their princess and people.

Damian noticed Lucian abandoning the fight against the tribesmen and climbing higher and higher on her own ice mountain. Moments later, she was at the top. She quickly located her seven companions and jumped down from the over 600-meter-high mountain. She used a few well-placed wormholes and landed near the princess, bringing with her two dozen large aura slashes and over forty giant sharp icicles—she even made an ice slide using her skill to break her fall.

That woman was quite nimble—Damian had experienced that firsthand.

She gave slight relief to the princess’s small group. In the next second, Lucian used a waygate connected to Damian himself and pushed all seven inside while continuously fighting tribesmen. Damian was far up in the sky—barely anyone had noticed his presence. Even Lucian herself was not expecting to come out in the middle of the sky so high up. Damian made his air step platform a bit bigger upon seeing the increased headcount. Lucian quickly closed the waygate and threw away her runic steel sword, which had cracks all over it. She had spammed so many wormhole spells.

Damian had given her plenty. She did not pull another one out, though, and just looked down—taking in the full view of the battlefield, ignoring Sam and the metalwoman. The princess and her companions collapsed after coming out of the waygate; some even vomited. Damian pointed to the edge of the air step, and they sprawled there, keeping their heads over the edge in case they needed to throw up again.

All seven, along with the princess, were breathing heavily, lying on their backs. After the momentary shock of their unnatural height and the hard floor beneath them, they ignored their surroundings and just focused on resting and healing. They even had the healing potion Damian had made for Lucian in preparation for this battle. Well, after what they had done to propel Lucian’s plan into motion, guess they deserved it. Some of them really needed healing.

“You will lose,” the metalwoman said.

She was wrapped in clothes by Damian, not even a sliver of white metal showing. She and Sam were even sitting with their faces forward and backs toward the others. Lucian was leaning right beside the two, observing what was happening now that they had left the field.

“If I fight them all, yes, I will,” Lucian replied.

“What will you do then?” she asked back.

“The tribesmen are united because they unanimously believe the Drakyn to be the natural successor to the throne. Without him, there is no new king.”

The princess heard it and turned her head toward Lucian with a quick motion. It was news to her, it seemed.

“You said your friends would help! What is going on? Why did you leave us to fight alone? You used me to lure my father’s army away!” the princess shouted, getting to her feet and pointing a finger at Lucian.

Whoa, she lied. Damian’s admiration for Lucian was only growing higher and higher.

“I told you I will end this,” Lucian replied. “Your part is almost done. Keep the fight going by occasionally showing up amidst the battlefield—this is your best chance to end this war.”

“You can’t defeat him—he is the best knight in the world!” the princess argued back, even though the sentence was a huge disrespect to her own father.

“Giving up now would be a waste of all the lives lost. Turning back is not easy. Just give me a few minutes to locate the Drakyn instead of doing that.”

The princess gritted her teeth and looked down at the thousands of people screaming and fighting—all for her. It was bound to happen one day-it was just a matter of time.

Lucian looked away from her, not waiting for an answer. Even without the princess showing up on the battlefield, the fight would not end so fast. Both sides would keep going until one gave up completely and suffered heavy losses. The royal army was already planning their retreat, moving a few meters at a time in a uniform formation, trying to find their princess.

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