Summoning the Cold Rivalry

Chapter 66: Retreat

Location: Cartalpas, Holy Milishial Empire
8th August, 1633, 10:20 AM

Footsteps, thud and thud. Many soldiers are walking among the street of Cartalpas, the rubbles fall as they walk, fire is still ignited. The soldier look up to the ruin of once prosperous city, saddened at the sight.

"Who goes there!?" He raise his gun up and aim at the noise he just hear.

The smell of flame reach his nose, his ears twitch as the man approach. He lower his gun down after seeing that he is one of them.

"You look young... How old are you?"

He look at the man for a while, replying.

"Sixty seven"

The man look at him in surprise, sighing in process.

"You are really is young, how far have the army fallen..." He said, looking at the teenage elf infront.

"So, who are you?" He asked the man.

"I am leader of the 4th Legions, Zho Hefen, rank; Colonel"

Everything about him is contrast to the picture of people of this high rank, what he saw in his mind was a man in majestic and clean uniform, not even a speck of dirt, but what infront of him is, well, very contrast with that. A man, battered to the core, filled with wounds and torn out uniform.

Zho approach him slowly, the fastest he could move at the moment.

"You and your squad, as a Colonel, I request something for you"

Zho put his hand on the soldier's shoulder and continue.

"Give this message to the brass of the navy, tell them they can go kill themselves... And now I wish you luck, push those motherfuckers, the Gra Valkan, out of Cartalpas, we as the last defender of this city owe you one"

He walk away, pass every other soldiers in the group, whom saluted him. He turn his face around and give a last message.

"There is still more injured left at the warehouse, please do bring them salvation"

"...Yes sir"

Dragon fly over, and land on top of a building, looking over the entire city. The rider, thought to himself about how can thing get this bad. The dragon spoke.

"Your city is in ruin, are you sure you won't curse the enemy to death?"

The rider squint his eyes, replying to the dragon.

"I do. I do embedded alot of hatred for these Gra Valkan, but if we are to annihilate their land like how they do to the city, we'd be no different"

"You're from a different era, one that filled with death and tragedy. I don't blame you for thinking that way"

The dragon turn the neck and look at him, its head is bigger than the entire body of the rider.

"You may be true, but your way of thinking is weak. War is war, there is nothing wrong or right, if I was you, I would be strolling in their street and burn everything down regardless if they are children or elderly"

The rider sigh, looking at the dragon face to face. Accepting that, he can't change the ancient way of thinking of the dragon.

"If that's what you're fine with, then I wouldn't stop you"

"Not like I wanted to have this conversation in the first place" The dragon scoffed.

A mage land beside them, kicking up the dusts from the floor. He look down the optic of his rifle over to another building, the rider ignore it and push himself against the back of the dragon. He grip on the rein and swing it, the dragon's wing flaps after the swing.