"Ah … What is this?"
"My wound has stopped bleeding, and it's still healing slowly."
The hundreds of thousands of injured soldiers immediately looked at their wounds in surprise.
"I know, this is the light magic of the Holy Temple of Light!"
"What?
Light magic? "
"Lord Zhang is actually a holy sorcerer of the Holy Temple of Light!"
The injured soldiers raised their heads in shock and looked at Zhang Xing, who was floating in the sky and casting spells.
Those soldiers who were lying on the ground and suffering because of their serious injuries suddenly felt the pain disappear.
They opened their eyes.
"Where is this?"
"Is this heaven?"
"I'm dead, and I'm in a holy heaven?"
They looked at the world of white light blankly.
"You're not dead, it's Lord Zhang's light healing magic, he saved us!"
A soldier next to him said excitedly.
At this moment, he just wanted to find someone to express his joy.
And he began to take action.
As long as they had just woken up, he would run over and say it loudly.
A moment later, those who were saved all knelt on the ground gratefully.
Zhang Xing's expression was solemn, and he waved his hands, and rays of white light flew out.
Batches of injured woke up one after another.
Ten minutes had passed, and Zhang Xing had no intention of stopping.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Zhang Xing was still going on.
Thirty minutes, forty minutes …
"Lord Zhang, please rest for a while!"
"Lord Zhang, take care of your body!"
The injured soldiers couldn't bear to see Zhang Xing overwork himself.
They all spoke up.
"It's okay, I'll be fine soon."
Zhang Xing said lightly.
"Lord Zhang …"
The injured soldiers choked and couldn't say anything.
After another hour, Zhang Xing slowly stopped his magic.
He flew down from the sky, exhausted.
Black Treasure and White Chang cooperated and came over to support him.
When the injured soldiers saw Zhang Xing's weak figure due to excessive magic exhaustion, they couldn't help but feel grateful in their hearts.
They said in unison, "Thank you, Lord Zhang, for saving our lives, please accept our three bows!"
Hundreds of thousands of people kowtowed.
"Get up and rest. We still have a tough battle to fight tomorrow."
Zhang Xing waved his hand and turned to leave.
All the wounded were so touched that their tears fell like rain …
Such a touching scene was seen by tens of millions of soldiers at the same time.
Unknowingly, the soldiers felt much closer to Lord Zhang.
The higher-ups in the stronghold all felt that Zhang Xing's skills were superb and he was very good at winning people's hearts.
At this moment, all the soldiers were looking at Zhang Xing with a much more cordial gaze than they were looking at the Fort Lord.
Lord Liard, on the other hand, thought of Zhang Xing's light magic.
Was he really from the Radiant Saint Hall?
Those nine people were his subordinates. Could they be …
Liander's heart trembled at the thought.
No!
Impossible!
The Holy Knights were legendary existences.
They had all appeared during the Age of Chaos, shouldering the mission of slaying demons and devils.
How could he follow a young man around the world?
Perhaps the nine of them were another powerful force of the Radiant Saint Hall.
The powerful army was clad in silver armor and wielded crossguard swords.
The world called them the Crusaders!
However, Liander didn't feel like it.
Because he had never seen the crossguard swords that symbolized justice in the world.
He had never seen them use light and holy magic.
On the contrary, these nine people were murderous and bloodthirsty. They were more like demons from hell.
Good and evil appeared at the same time from this strange combination of them.
Liander was confused. He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't see it clearly!
He sighed and shook his head, throwing away these worries.
Today's defeat was glorious!
Zhang Xing's decision was correct. All the soldiers had regained their confidence and courage in this battle!