Almost no enemies could still stand on the entire battlefield.
Duncan was stunned at this moment.
But the Crow Queen - Triss soon spoke in a slightly bewitching, hoarse voice: "Don’t zone out, I can’t maintain my magic for long."
"You take care of them!"
The fierce wind gradually subsided.
Duncan immediately snapped back, his gaze sweeping past Triss, who was hovering in mid-air not far away, and he swiftly ended each of the enemies with a single slash.
In mid-air, the rune ritual stone that the Crow Queen - Triss was holding shattered, and her face instantly turned extremely pale as she quickly fell from the air.
Anya rushed forward to support her, her gaze passing over the shattered ritual stone, exclaiming in shock: "Trivya?!"
Since the extinguishment of the Olympus sacrificial flame, it was the first time she had seen a rune ritual stone from the Age of Gods. During the ancient Roman era, the populace often had to worship various divine spirits, and some stones engraved with unique symbols represented one of these divine spirits.
The mark of the Crow Queen - Triss changed back from ’witch’ to ’enchantress’.
Duncan hurriedly went forward to check on the witch’s condition.
How is this different from a divine descent?
Even the two-star silver-gray elites were so formidable, and with the skull-marked boss leader tag, Duncan had speculated that her magic might be incredibly terrifying.
Anya, alongside, was also full of awe. In her view, her own magic seemed utterly laughable compared to Triss’s.
"Where did her magic come from?"
"Did the ritual stone unlock some kind of limitation in the real world?"
The power that Triss had just displayed almost made Duncan feel as if he had entered the Mythical Era.
Seeing the frail Triss, Duncan initially intended to carry her onto the horse, but soon realized, glancing at Anya: "You take her."
Having said that, he headed straight towards Severus, picking up the heavily wounded druid, and said in a deep voice: "Brother."
"We’ll find a safe place to treat your wounds soon."
He had Triss guide a simple bandage and stop the bleeding for the druid, then planned to ride with the druid while Anya carried Triss, allowing the four survivors to find a place to catch their breath.
At this moment, Duncan’s adrenaline burst had already ended, and he felt as if his entire body was falling apart.
Anya quickly walked over to the deceased forbidden guard knight, searching his body without the slightest emotion, finding a bag full of gold. She took it and said solemnly: "I know where there’s a Celtic priest."
With that, she casually closed the forbidden guard knight’s eyes that had died wide open and picked up his longsword.
It really seemed unrequited love.
The enchantress - Anya didn’t even give the corpse on the ground a second glance. She took the weapon and gold and helped the frail Triss onto a horse.
——"Oathkeeper [Curiosities] [Longsword]: Forged from Damascus steel, a knight’s sword brought back from the Holy Land of Jerusalem, blessed by high-tier cultivators from the Hermitage, soaked in the Holy Grail’s water, possessing incredible power. Features armor-piercing, magic-breaking, sharpness."
Duncan took the Hermitage’s Holy Hall’s weapon, unable to carry anything else, and left with the severely injured Severus.
The entire team, at present, only Anya still had combat capability.
The witch, resembling a Roman noblewoman, gritted her teeth as she held the frail Triss, tucking the knight’s longsword into her belt, holding the reins with one hand as she rode, and occasionally glancing back at Duncan, who was in a fatigued state sharing a horse with Severus.
By now, Severus had already lost consciousness, and blood continued to seep from the wound on his abdomen, dyeing the bandages completely red.
Duncan wasn’t in much better condition.
Although he wasn’t visibly wounded, having fallen from the horse twice, he felt as if his ribs were broken, with a significant drop in his life bar, likely due to contusions.
If it hadn’t been for Severus ensuring rear protection from the horse, he might not have survived until now.
Duncan held the unconscious druid while riding a horse with one hand, glancing at Triss’s pale face, and told Anya: "Head into the mountains first!"
In such circumstances, the deep forests and mountains seemed safer.