The orc army finally retreated like a tide. Nadal pulled out his weapon from an orc who had climbed up to a high wall, looked at the gradually retreating orc with panting, and couldn't help feeling exhausted.

Although Nadal has the strength of a quasi-legend, he does not have the extraordinary physique like a legendary warrior. He can fight without sleep during such a fierce battle. Especially after Regoul jumped off the high wall, he and Galada had to bear the defense line that was originally responsible for by three people, which further aggravated his physical exhaustion. At this moment, the war finally came to an end. He couldn't help feeling sore all over, and he was tired and unable to stand steadily.

Looking up at the devastated battlefield on the high wall, most of the warriors of the Frost Wolf Tribe were as tired as Nadal. Some even watched the orcs retreat, and even their weapons fell to the ground, sitting on the ground, regardless of the blood and corpses.

Although he also wanted to sit on the ground and have a good rest, Nadal, as the patriarch, could not rest at this time. He was still walking on the high wall, helping the injured tribe up and treating people quickly. At the same time, he also allowed people to carry the sacrificed tribe away, properly place them, and prepare for cremation and burial afterwards. After all, everyone in the Frost Wolf Tribe now has a lot of things to do, and dealing with the victims can only move forward.

Seeing another injured person being carried away, Nadal's face was not good-looking. The casualties in the tribe were too severe. Too many good guys closed their eyes forever. They should have become the pillars of the tribe, but they all died here because of the orcs invasion.

Seeing the originally young men losing their lives due to the orcs' damn invasion and falling here forever, Nadal's mood became very bad, especially when he saw that in addition to these young men as warriors, many familiar old men and women in tribes also died on the battlefield, his mood was extremely bad, and his hatred for orcs reached its peak, and he wanted to kill all these hateful creatures.

But Nadal knew that he could not do such a thing, and he did not have enough power. Not to mention killing all orcs, he could not even protect the tribe and protect his tribe from harm. If he had enough power to protect the tribe, he would not have to face the invasion of orcs every year, and the Frostwolf tribe would not have to pay such a heavy price.

With a deep feeling, Nadal walked to Galada. The old patriarch was covered with blood, but Nadal could see that it was all the blood of the orcs that had been splashed. The old patriarch had not many scars on his body, but there seemed to be a knife on his shoulder, but there was not much blood flowing out of the wound.

Galada stood beside the pile of walls of the high wall. His back, which was originally curved because of his age, was straight straight. He leaned on his weapon with one hand and held the other on the pile with the other. His face was filled with a satisfied but regretful smile. He looked at Regul and Abel who were walking back under the high wall, but his eyes were a little distracted.

"It's a difficult battle. Without the help of Lord Abel, I really don't know how the Frost Wolf Tribe would survive this time." Standing beside Galada, Nadal whispered his troubles to the old patriarch. As the patriarch of the tribe, he must show his firm and calm side in front of everyone. Even if he has troubles, he cannot express it easily. Only when facing an elder like Galada can he confide in him.

Whenever he heard Nadal’s complaints, Galada would smile and enlighten him and tell him some of his experiences as a patriarch. However, this time, Galada did not respond to Nadal and was still standing, with a smile on his face, motionless.

Nadal seemed not to notice Galada's abnormality. Standing beside him, he was talking about his troubles and tribal tribes, as if he wanted to express all the pressure and troubles that have happened during this period: "This time the tribe has sacrificed so many people, and it is afraid that there will be no enough people to farm in the spring of the next year. It seems that he is going to ask for help from other human tribes. Reguer has a good relationship with the Geralt patriarch of the Steel Leaf Tribe. He should be able to get some support from the Steel Leaf Tribe, right? I don't expect Gray Mane. Their ambitions are too obvious.

After this battle, I don’t know how many people can survive? Maybe I should follow what the old patriarch said, let the children in the tribe leave with His Excellency Abel, so that the last hope of the Frost Wolf Tribe cannot be consumed here. That little girl Lily seems to be fascinated by magic, and I don’t know whether His Excellency Abel will accept apprentices, but humans should not learn magic, right? Didn’t it mean that magic is the blessing of the elves and gods to the elves? I don’t know if humans can learn it. It would be great if the Frost Wolf Tribe could have its own mage! Do you think it’s, the old patriarch?”

As Nadal said, tears had already rolled down unconsciously. The old patriarch stood by him silently, with the smile on his face still, as if he was agreeing and echoing. Perhaps more of it might be comfort, but Nadal had no idea about all this, because the old patriarch Galada had left...

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When Eber and Belfast returned to the high wall with Reguer, the body of the old patriarch had been lifted off the high wall and were parked under the high wall with other dead people, because there were too many people who died today and could only be placed under the high wall temporarily.

Reguer, who walked into the high wall, looked at Nadal standing next to the old patriarch's body, his face changed suddenly and felt something was wrong. When he walked to Nadal, he looked at the body parked under the high wall with shock. He immediately grabbed Nadal in disbelief and asked him: "What's going on? Why is the old patriarch?" A wolf face became ferocious because of excessive excitement.

"The old patriarch is... so tired." Nadal was grabbed by Regul and almost got lifted up. However, he was sad in his heart but didn't care about this at all. He looked directly at Regul's hideous face and sobbing eyes, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He told him the fact that Galada had passed away in a deep tone.

After letting go of Nadal, Regul took a few steps back and looked at the old patriarch who had closed his eyes but seemed to be still smiling. His hearty laughter seemed to sound in his ears again. Regul staggered a few steps to try to walk to the old patriarch, wanting to see the old man who has been taking good care of him since he was a child, but as if he was afraid that he would wake him up. Finally, Regul slowly knelt down and buried his head between his arms. He really couldn't believe that Galada left like this.

Abel, who was behind Regul, also looked at the corner of his eyes in surprise, took off his magical mechanical armor, tidied up his clothes, and then walked to Galada's body. Looking at Galada who seemed to be asleep and walking peacefully, he couldn't help but whisper to Nadal standing beside him, "How did Mr. Galada leave?"

"After you attacked, Lord Abel, the old patriarch asked Regoul to help you, and he himself tried his best to support the battle on the high wall. When the battle was over, I originally wanted to go to the old patriarch to discuss things, but I saw the old patriarch standing by the wall with a smile on his face... and left like that..." Nadal lowered his head, his voice choked. Even a man who dared to face life and death like him, who was still sad when he looked at the deceased old patriarch.

This is not because Nadal's weakness, nor because he can't help but feel sad, but for the entire Frostwolf tribe, this old patriarch who has been working for the tribe all his life is really worthy of respect for every person in the Frostwolf tribe.

The passing of Galada was an indescribable major loss for the entire Frostwolf tribe, and it also added sadness to everyone in the Frostwolf tribe.

After hearing Nadal say this, Abel quickly understood the reason for Galada's death, and the expression on his face became a little heavy. Although he had not been with Galada for a long time, Abel had a good impression of the old man. This was not a stubborn old man. On the contrary, Galada was a very kind and kind old man. Although he had been together for only a few days, Abel still respected the old man very much. Even Abel was still a little sad about his death.

He shook his head helplessly. Abel did not express any opinion on this. He just saluted Galada's body and said to Nadal: "What do you plan to deal with Mr. Galada's body?"

"At dusk, we will cremate together with other tribesmen who died today according to tradition." Nadal cleaned up his mood and explained to Abbot: "So many corpses piled up together may cause plague, so we can only cremate and then bury them. The old patriarch will be buried with his wolf."

Speaking of this, Nadal couldn't help but look of remembrance on his face: "A few years ago, the wolf that accompanied the old patriarch for the rest of his life was old and died. After the old patriarch cremated it with his own hands, he buried it on the hillside near the tribe. It was the place where the old patriarch and the wolf liked to stay the most. He always liked to take his own wolf to sit there at dusk and watch the entire tribe."

"The old patriarch said that if he dies, bury him there so that he can continue to protect the entire Frostwolf tribe." Reguer also raised his head at this time. Hearing Reguer's words, he couldn't help but add, and stood up from the ground while saying: "Nadal, help me carry the old patriarch back, at least let the old patriarch leave cleanly. He doesn't like this kind of blood."

Nadal didn't say anything, but nodded at Regoul, turned to look at Abel, as if asking him what else he had.
Chapter completed!