Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 310 Northern Battlefield
The fighting on the northern border is raging.

Fortunately, this year has been a rare mild winter. Although the winds are howling, they are not strong enough to freeze people. In addition, the battlefield is filled with the elites of various tribes, so the weather has had little impact.

The stench of blood and the pervasive smoke of gunpowder stained the northern sky with a somber gray-yellow hue.

The already barren land was further ravaged; the scorched earth and the occasional collapsed houses all testified to the devastation brought about by the demon invasion.

Initially, the demons focused their attacks entirely on the human territory.

Due to the absence of the unified southern empire, the human defenses were under immense pressure in the early stages, suffering repeated defeats. The few border cities fell one after another, and the remaining troops and refugees continued to retreat southward.

Fortunately, the demons' military might was not only directed at humans.

After destroying several human cities, the demons set their sights on the dwarven cities in the north.

These dwarven cities also suffered fierce attacks, but the resilient dwarven warriors, with their sturdy mountain fortresses and powerful forging skills, managed to withstand the first wave of demonic attacks.

Upon receiving the news, the Dwarf Kingdom quickly organized a massive army and marched to the front lines.

Immediately afterwards, the usually aloof Elf Kingdom also dispatched its elite troops, and the elves appeared on the battlefield against the darkness.

A thousand years later, the allied forces of elves and dwarves once again stand on the front line against the demons, only this time, they are joined by a human army.

With Lord's personal assurance and having learned that the other party had gone to the south to unify the empire, the current emperor of the Kingdom of El personally led the expedition.

Despite having far fewer troops than the other two races, the emperor still earned the respect of the dwarf king and the elven commanders thanks to the legacy of King Norn and his own unwavering stance, thus gaining access to the highest military council's decision-making process.

On the other side, thanks to her identity as a mage, Vlame successfully broke through layers of martial law and saw the rear of the allied forces.

In her eyes, the Allied forces' camps resembled a steel forest, stretching along the treacherous terrain.

Because this place is some distance from the front lines, it was used as a logistics base for the Allied forces.

She had no time for anything else; as soon as she arrived, she began inquiring about Carlo's whereabouts.

Vlame had been trying his best to catch up with Carlo, but he didn't know how the guy managed to run faster than him, even when he was using flight magic.

Originally, in Vlamé's mind, Carlo should have been here.

Unfortunately, things took an unexpected turn once again.

Carlo wasn't there. She searched the entire rear area but couldn't find that familiar figure. In the end, she had no choice but to ask the soldiers who had retired and were resting if they had seen Carlo.

However, in the face of a crisis involving the survival of the entire continent, an unknown human mage is far too insignificant.

She asked countless people, from retired soldiers to busy logistics officers, and the responses she received were mostly blank shakes of the head.

Just when she was almost at her wit's end, a mage who had just returned from a war and was receiving treatment provided a clue.

The mage was pale, clearly suffering from the aftereffects of excessive magic consumption. He gasped as he told Vlame, "Carlo? I think... I vaguely remember him. A rather solitary fellow. A few days ago, he went west towards the Blazing Valley with a mixed force... The situation there is dire; they say a new demon army has appeared." Blazing Valley!
Vlame was startled, thanked him, and immediately set off.

She used her flight magic, disregarding the depletion of her magic power, and rushed westward at top speed.

When she arrived at the edge of the battlefield, a fierce battle was raging.

An allied army was surrounded in a narrow area by a demon army that outnumbered them several times over. Among them were many demon mages, and even a great demon was present.

The army's formation had been broken, and the already disunited soldiers fought independently, further tightening the encirclement.

Upon seeing this, Vlame did not hesitate at all, and his magical power surged out rapidly.

With a wave of her hands, countless violent bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air and instantly struck the horde of monsters below.

The lightning crackled and shrieked, instantly turning dozens of low-level demons into charred remains. The demons in command were forced into hasty defense in the face of this sudden attack, and one unlucky creature was even blasted into dust.

This unexpected and powerful assistance greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers who were in dire straits.

Vlame swooped down, instantly conjuring dozens of dazzling light guns in his hands.

The light guns seemed to have a life of their own, automatically tracking the demons. Those with weaker strength were directly pierced by the light guns and immobilized on the spot, while the rest fought with all their might to defend themselves.

Her arrival instantly turned the tide of the battle.

Vlame not only single-handedly held off all the demons, but also occasionally unleashed wide-range attack magic to clear out the minions, and even occasionally used precise single-target attacks to kill high-threat units, greatly relieving the pressure on the allied forces.

The surviving Allied soldiers seized the opportunity to regroup and launched a counterattack under the command of their officers.

This small-scale skirmish ended in a Pyrrhic victory for the allied forces.

The battlefield was a scene of devastation, with the remains of monsters and the bodies of allied soldiers intertwined. Fortunately, because the Godslayer had severed the connection between monsters and gods a thousand years ago, the corpses of these monsters would soon turn to ashes, greatly reducing the difficulty for the allied forces in cleaning up the battlefield.

But the downside was also obvious: the coalition forces gained nothing from the war and were forced to constantly console themselves with the banner of justice.

At least, they did protect the mainland, didn't they?
Vlame's remarkable performance naturally attracted the attention of the coalition's high command.

Soon, a dwarf soldier found her and respectfully invited her to the camp of the main force of the allied army not far away.

In the dwarven command fortress, built in a rough and rugged style, Vlame met the commander of the dwarven army in the allied forces, the current dwarven king—a strong dwarf with a fiery red beard and wearing heavy armor.

"Haha! Good! Well done! Human mage." The dwarf king's voice was loud as he slammed his hand on the table, causing a lot of wine in his glass to spill. "I am Hek, the current dwarf king. Thank you for your help in saving that brave vanguard army."

His gaze fell on Vlame, his admiration undisguised: "Such refined and powerful strength, such skillful combat techniques, are rare among humans. Can you tell me your name?"

(End of this chapter)