Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 555

Louis abruptly pushed Felix away, and scrutinized him closely. He looked different from before, but Louis recognized him.

Tears mixed with laughter on Louis' face. "You've aged, and you look so ugly now. How did you become like this?"

"Don't just focus on your reunion. Check on our other brethren," Rafael gasped, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Lawrence had been laid on the ground after being taken off Rafael's back, but he still hadn't woken up despite their attempts.

Louis and Timothy looked at the eleven surviving men, tears welling up in their eyes. It was such a relief to see so many of them alive.

But Lawrence's condition was critical, and no one present had medical expertise. The only option was to continue crushing and administering the medicinal pills.

Everett was at a loss. Although he was skilled in bloodletting and purging, Lawrence's problem wasn't internal injuries. His condition was due to pus-filled wounds causing a high fever, which was very dangerous.

Suddenly, a roar from below echoed in the air—"Get up there!"

Victor had arrived with his men. But given the steep cliff, it was uncertain how many of them could manage to climb up.

"This is Sandoria territory! Those who trespass shall die!"

"Let's go!" Rafael struggled to his feet. Casting a final glance at the enraged Victor below, he calmly commanded, "Let's retreat quickly."

Let Victor and his men come up. They wouldn't be able to bring up many people, anyway. After all, Rafael and his group had already uprooted most of the small trees.

"Hell Monarch!" Victor roared at him, "You Starhavens are cunning. Instead of negotiating, you resort to dirty tricks?"

Rafael responded in Sandorian, "When you and your people invaded the Southern Frontier, you didn't negotiate with us either."

He raised his hand. "Victor, may we never meet again!"

Then, Rafael straightened up and slowly started walking away. Soon, Victor's and his men's figures vanish from view.

Rafael's shoulders sagged, utterly exhausted. His arms felt like they were no longer his own, and he couldn't coordinate his legs.

Louis carried Lawrence on his back, while Timothy insisted on carrying Thomas. The latter's severe back injury had likely reopened. Thomas had truly struggled to the end before Timothy and the others arrived.

Oliver appeared particularly excited. "He'll be here soon."

He didn't know any of the eleven men present, but he approached each one and patted them on the shoulder. "Well done!"

The eleven men had once been part of the Sinclair Army, and had served under Hector. They didn't know Oliver, and they were so exhausted that they couldn't speak a word. They could barely stand after they had sat down, and their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"No need for formalities. Sit down," Oliver said with a smile. "I am proud of you all."

After saying that, Oliver instructed Louis to take good care of the men and went back to write a report. He needed to send the report to the court. It was to inform the king that under his strategic command, the Hell Monarch had been successfully retrieved, and all the hostages had been saved.

No one cared about what Oliver's report contained. Everyone's concern was focused on Lawrence's condition.

The military physician stated that Lawrence's situation was dire, and it was uncertain if he could pull through. Even if he did survive, he might never walk again due to severe fractures in his leg.

Rafael told the military physician, "Spare no expense in saving him. If you can't save him, at least alleviate his suffering and extend his life as long as possible. I'll take him back to the capital to Sebastian."