Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

"Trying to run? Ballistae! Rune muskets! Concentrate fire and break its legs!" Solo wasn't about to let it get away.

The ranged firepower from the wall came into play again. Although it did limited damage to the Crystal Cluster Lizard, the concentrated attacks on its leg joints still caused enough disruption and damage.

The trolls also threw stones from the flanks to block its retreat.

Solo led his knights to catch up from behind.

Two of the three crystal cluster stone lizards were already dead, leaving only this one, which could not withstand the attack for more than ten minutes before following in the footsteps of its companions.

When the last crystal cluster stone lizard collapsed to the ground, the remaining small and medium-sized rock creatures on the battlefield seemed to have lost their leader and began to scatter and flee.

The trolls and knights pressed their advantage, leaving behind dozens more corpses.

When the last rock creature's remains stopped twitching, only heavy breathing and the crackling of burning fragments remained on the battlefield.

In front of the defensive wall, corpses piled up like small mountains.

The remains of rock creatures made up the vast majority of the remains, among which the enormous body of the three-headed crystal cluster stone lizard was particularly striking.

The trolls paid a price, with more than three or four completely dead and nearly a hundred suffering severe injuries and broken limbs, but their green figures still stood stubbornly.

He was panting, and the wound slowly began to heal.

No one in the knightly order was killed. They quickly replenished their health with inferior potions. Almost everyone was wounded, their armor was torn, and many were pale.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent, with only the groans of the wounded, the crackling of flames, and the ceaseless roar of machinery from the distant production line.

Solo stood amidst the pile of corpses, his warhammer planted on the ground, breathing heavily.

A dozen or so fresh scratches and dents have been added to his armor, deeply engraved on the metal surface, recording the danger of the fierce battle just now.

The armor plate on his left shoulder was completely torn apart, the twisted metal edges rolled up, revealing the skin underneath, reddened from the shock—a shallow scratch was oozing blood.

The liquid flowed slowly along the grooves on the inside of the arm armor, eventually dripping onto the rocky ground beneath their feet, where it bloomed into clusters of dark red flowers.

Only Solo himself knew that most of these seemingly disheveled traces were just a facade.

In the blink of an eye when he was struck by the giant stone lizard's tail hammer, the protective aura within his body, which originated from the Xuanhuang Martial Arts cultivation and was completely different from the life energy of this place, instinctively flowed and condensed.

It forms a tough, invisible buffer between the skin and the armor.

The terrifying impact, enough to break the ribs and injure the internal organs of an ordinary knight, was mostly neutralized and dispersed by this layer of qi.

He certainly couldn't expose this unusual ability to others.

So, as his inner energy dissipated the fatal injury, he precisely controlled his body and, following the residual force, was "just right" swept away through the air.

It slammed into the wall with a heavy thud, and even made him feel a sweet taste in his throat, spitting out a small mouthful of blood—the result of a slight internal energy fluctuation, far from a serious injury.

At this moment, he was hanging his warhammer, his chest heaving, and his breathing seemed a little heavy.

This panting was mostly deliberate, to conceal the traces of internal energy circulation and the barely perceptible stagnation after using the protective qi.

The other half is genuine fatigue resulting from continuous high-intensity combat and mental strain.

He looked as battered and exhausted as any knight who had fought a hard battle, but only he knew the truth.

The body beneath the armor suffered only minor abrasions and loss of internal energy; its core remained unharmed.

This disguise must be flawless.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the fleeting glint in them, making himself appear no different from the truly exhausted knights around him.

He looked around.

The knights were helping each other up. Gareth had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left arm, but he had only hastily bandaged it with a torn piece of his cloak and was still directing the cleanup.

The slave overseers were gathering the remaining trolls—three hundred when they set out, and now more than two hundred and seventy were still standing, while most of those that had fallen were slowly regenerating.

Solo gripped his warhammer and walked toward the nearest wounded knight.

It was a young man who looked to be under twenty years old. His left leg was bitten by a stone lizard, and his shinbone was broken, only connected by some skin, flesh and tendons. Blood was gushing out.

"Bear with it," Solo crouched down and took out a few tools from his medical kit—a scalpel engraved with a basic "clean" rune, a few bone needles, and a roll of bandage soaked in disinfectant. "I need to clean the wound and stop the bleeding first."

The young man's face was ashen, his hair soaked with cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Thank you... for your trouble, Commander..."

Solo's technique was fast and precise.

He used a scalpel to cut open the flesh around the wound, widening the opening with clean and efficient movements—a skill he had honed in his previous life treating external injuries in the martial arts world of the Xuanhuang Realm.

At the same time, he held his left hand above the wound and chanted a spell in a low voice.

A pale green light appeared, but it was not pure healing energy.

Solo used a combination of two battlefield emergency techniques: "clotting" and "local paralysis"—the former to stop bleeding and the latter to relieve pain.

This is not a complete healing spell, but it is enough to buy time for the next steps.

He quickly cleared the bone and stone fragments from the wound and used bone needles to suture the main blood vessels.

The entire process took less than two minutes, and the young man's bleeding slowed significantly.

Then, Solo pulled a bottle of inferior life potion from another leather bag—the kind of green potion that's standard issue on the front lines and makes you feel headache and nauseous when you drink it.

He pried open the young man's mouth and poured half a bottle down his throat.

After taking the medicine, the young man's complexion improved slightly. Only then did Solo perform a complete "tissue regeneration" technique.

Although it was only a low-level witchcraft, combined with the previous surgical treatment and the support of life-saving potions, the effect was far better than a single battlefield emergency trick, and there were no hidden dangers.

The light lasted for more than ten seconds, the wound stopped bleeding completely, and the broken bone was temporarily fixed by the energy.

The young man let out a long breath and said weakly but clearly, "Thank you... thank you, Commander..."

"Get some rest." Solo patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

He turned to the next injured person—this time it was Gareth.

The former regimental commander sat leaning against a section of crumbling wall. He had bandaged the wound on his left arm himself, but blood was still seeping out.

He watched Solo approach, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I can handle it myself," Gareth said, his voice a little hoarse.

"There are stone chips in the wound," Solo said, crouching down and starting to untie the bandages without further ado. "If it's not cleaned properly, it won't be good for you when you're old."

Gareth stiffened for a moment, but ultimately did not resist.

Solo's response was equally swift.

Cleaning, stopping the bleeding, suturing, administering medication, and curing witchcraft. Throughout the entire process, Gareth gritted his teeth and remained silent, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed the pain.

Having finished his business, Solo stood up and looked around. The knights who were still standing were all watching him.