Chapter 237: Intimacy and Some Rewards

The front lines are quite lively now." Mage Roman picked up where Mage Yisier left off, saying, "All the legions are gathered together, and the battlefield's packed with high-rank warriors and squads of knights fighting. As for mages, only those above the Eighth Tier get to join the current war." Speaking of this, Mage Roman suddenly sighed, "Every day, Eighth Tier mages fall from the sky, never to fly again."

"At least you two are much safer." Shaoke knew why Mage Roman let out that sigh—after all, an Eighth Tier mage was built up over long years, yet in this war, they died as quickly as ordinary soldiers. Hard to imagine what those mages had ever left behind in this world.

"Mage Xueye, the Death Mage Corps you used to be in has joined this fight too." Mage Yisier suddenly got up and swapped places with Mage Roman. "I never knew the Death Mage Corps had that many mages." As she spoke, she slipped her little hand into Mage Roman's robe and started gently kneading, making Mage Roman struggle, her face flushed, but how could she break free from the two of them working together?

"Hmm!" Shaoke held tight to Mage Roman's foot, but his mind wandered to the underground stronghold of the Bloody Fortress. In that huge space, high-rank mages always sat around lazily on the tall bookshelves, either flipping through books or resting with their eyes closed. To Shaoke, it felt like just yesterday—everything was so clear.

Mage Yisier's hands moved wider and got more skillful, making Mage Roman let out a soft moan. She shot a glance at Shaoke, then turned away, covering her mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds. The male mage didn't stop Mage Yisier, allowing her to continue her teasing. Finally, as Roman's moans got louder, he joined in. After a long while, Mage Roman suddenly started sobbing quietly, her body shaking hard. She grabbed Shaoke's hand, which was on her ass, stopping him from going on.

The two female mages slipped off their robes in that intimate mood. Eventually, Mage Yisier, not caring that Shaoke was staring at her, gently took off his robe and climbed on top, taking the lead. Everything was wild—repeated impacts, moans, and occasional low cries of pain filled the small room. After resting, Mage Roman also joined the physical battle, and finally, when Shaoke could no longer take the offensive, Mage Roman happily crawled on top of him, rapidly moving her hips back and forth in search of physical pleasure.

The two female mages didn't stay long; they left after just three to five days. However, before parting, Mage Roman once again urged Shaoke to return to the Blizzard Legion. After all, after the previous incident, the military command had paid the Blizzard Legion substantial compensation. Although the disbanded legions hadn't been reestablished yet, both female mages felt the legion's reconstruction wasn't far off, and they could then return to the 33rd Corps.

The suggestion was good, but Shaoke didn't immediately respond. He only told them he needed some time to consider before making a decision. Of course, upon hearing this, Mage Roman and Mage Yisier were quite pleased. Mage Yisier, in particular, even said that even after marriage, she would continue to maintain this relationship with Shaoke. As for the reason, she didn't explain clearly. Hearing Mage Yisier's assurance, Shaoke felt a surge of excitement. However, he quickly dismissed those overly wicked thoughts, as all of this could only come to pass if he returned to the Blizzard Legion.

On the day the two female mages left, large snowflakes once again fell from the sky. Shaoke stood not far from the teleportation array, watching as the two female mages were enveloped in white light and then vanished.

Standing alone on the city wall, the mage suddenly didn't know which path to take next. He stood there for a long time until nightfall, then, holding his burning staff, slowly made his way back to his camp. The wind and snow poured into Shaoke's robe, and he tightened his cloak, pulling up the hood and activating the support spell on the cloak—"Night's Shelter." Black mist enveloped him; without the burning staff, low-order beings would never have noticed him walking in the night.

The long winter ended, and as Mage Yisier had brought news, the war entered its final stages. Low-order warriors and other professionals began to withdraw from the front lines in scattered groups, starting a large-scale cleanup of enemies still hiding in the forests. Of course, if this cleanup wasn't carried out in time, in the future, large bands of bandits formed by the remaining residents of the Esuoer Empire would threaten the safety of local inhabitants.

With many low-order warriors entering the forests to hunt down fugitives, the casualties among ordinary soldiers sharply decreased. Moreover, some low-rank mages had also withdrawn from the front lines, joining the warriors and other low-order professionals in this lengthy cleanup mission.

As the war neared its end, the mages still staying with Shaoke received a summons from a Legion Commander of the Blizzard Legion stationed there. Shaoke and a dozen other mages quickly arrived at the commander's estate, where dozens of mages who had left the Blizzard Legion after the disbandment of two other legions had already gathered.

The mages nodded to each other and quietly sat in chairs, waiting for the middle-aged commander seated in the center to begin.

After repeatedly confirming the number of mages, the scribe quietly informed the middle-aged commander that the meeting could now proceed.

The middle-aged commander stood up, saluted the mages, and then stopped their return gestures. "Fellow mages, the Blizzard Legion still hopes you will return. Although some unpleasant events occurred here before, I want you to know that the Blizzard Legion has never mistreated any professional who joined it." Seeing the mages nod in acknowledgment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Blizzard Legion still needs you greatly. Back then, for everyone's benefit, the legion first resisted the military command's erroneous orders. Although we paid a heavy price, at least we saved the lives of most mages and other professionals, preventing them from losing their lives due to the mistakes of the higher-ups." The middle-aged commander repeatedly explained how much the Blizzard Legion needed these mages to join and the sacrifices made back then. He assured them three times that the military command would never let such a situation occur again. However, the mages who had made their decisions seven or eight years ago did not change their minds, including Shaoke.

The middle-aged commander's persuasion was not entirely ineffective; at least the mages promised that if they ever joined the military again, they would prioritize the Blizzard Legion. Finally, the commander took out a scroll and had some soldiers bring in two or three chests.

He personally read out each name, and after each one, he took out a magic bag from the chests, containing the rewards the Blizzard Legion had promised them. Each mage received three magic bags: one filled with various high-rank auxiliary drugs, another with precious magic materials and a small number of common gold coins, and the last one was empty, though the mages did not voice their questions at the time.

The rewards were quickly distributed. Finally, the middle-aged commander said somewhat dejectedly, "Some books have been transported here by the main legion. You can choose freely until you fill that empty magic bag." He opened his mouth as if to persuade the mages to stay, but seeing them quickly leave, he just sat weakly in his chair, silently closing his eyes. After this war and the various events that occurred during it, the number of mages in the Blizzard Legion had drastically decreased, leading to an urgent shortage of mages. Although the legion had obtained some low-rank mages through the military command, they were all Third Tier or even Second Tier mages who had never experienced large-scale warfare.

These mages who had participated in this battle could, to some extent, lead those low-rank mages in quickly adapting to life. Of course, there were other issues, but now was not the time to address them.

Shaoke did not leave immediately. He didn't really care about the books, so he asked the commander, "Can I exchange those books for high-rank drugs?"

"Yes." The middle-aged commander straightened up. "Return to the Blizzard Legion, and you won't lack auxiliary drugs. I've heard you've taken many drugs, and I think the Blizzard Legion will continue to provide you with an ample supply." He hoped this mage, who had come from the Death Mage Corps, would stay, given his rich combat experience, which was unmatched by ordinary military mages. Moreover, he had heard that this mage could even defeat higher-tier mages.