The eaux-de-vie itself has a very fresh aroma.

Just a whiff is enough to lift one's spirits.

At this moment, the soldiers in the front row had already smelled the smell, and they all looked intoxicated.

However, they didn't know that what King Winter was tinkering with was the Fountain of Life.

Who would use the precious spring of life to treat these humble soldiers?

This is something they simply cannot imagine.

"Sergeants of all formations come to the front."

Xiwei shouted, and then ordered the knight beside him:

"Go and get a wooden barrel, kitchen type, the bigger the better, and then find some soldiers to get fresh water, as fast as possible."

The knight took the order and left, and soon he fetched a wooden barrel the size of a round table. At the same time, clean and fresh water was also brought by the soldiers.

At this time, stretchers for injured soldiers had been placed in several rows near Xiwei.

It's densely packed as far as the eye can see.

At least there are tens of thousands of people.

Xiwei: "Add water to the barrel."

As the order was given, the surrounding soldiers followed it despite not knowing the reason, and soon the round table-sized barrels were filled with clean water.

Xiwei filled the water bottle with the spring of life in the tree canopy and poured it into the large wooden barrel. A rainbow appeared in mid-air about ten feet above the barrel.

Then he took a wooden shovel and stirred it in the bucket.

Eaux-de-vie is completely mixed with ordinary water.

Although the aroma has become lighter, it spreads completely with stirring and can be smelled in most of the school grounds.

The soldiers in the front row stretched their necks, wondering what was so fragrant.

I thought King Winter was making spices.

This scent is completely different from aromatherapy and perfume.

It is a natural aroma, the aroma of green grass, the fruity aroma of fruits, and the fragrance of wild flowers. I can’t tell what the specific smell is, but it can always make people feel refreshed and think of green woods and endless grasslands.

"Your Majesty, what are you..."

The two knights guarding the barrel could no longer bear it.

They are not as calm as the system soldiers in Winter City.

When the aroma hits their nostrils, their mouths are full of fragrance.

My stomach, which was already full, started to growl again.

It seems like I can show off a few more bowls of rice.

"This is the diluted fountain of life. Give it to the injured soldiers to drink. Let's start with the most seriously injured soldiers. Be quick and continue to order the kitchen to boil water as soon as possible." Xiwei didn't give in.

He handed the water ladle to the knight next to him, looking casually, as if the water in the bucket was just ordinary water.

"Fountain of life!?" The knight on the left was holding a wooden ladle in a daze, his whole figure frozen like an ice sculpture frozen by the withered dragon's breath.

The knight standing on the right was not much better. He grabbed a corner of his armor and spoke stumblingly: "Your Majesty, this... is this true? Is this really the elf's fountain of life?"

Afraid that he had not described it well, he added uncertainly:

"The kind you can't buy for a thousand gold coins a bottle?"

"certainly."

A compassionate smile appeared on Xiwei's face.

He spread his hands gracefully and said jokingly: "But the price of a bottle of one thousand gold coins was ten years ago. Now the fountain of life is becoming more and more scarce. To get a bottle, it will cost at least four to five thousand gold coins."

Seeing that King Winter was so sure, the two knights had no choice but to believe it.

They reached out and took out a ladle of the fountain of life from the barrel, and the fragrance overflowed.

Although it is a diluted version.

But they still feel like they are holding a spoonful of gold.

"Your Majesty, such a precious thing..."

The knight on the left has red eyes.

Although he was born as a commoner, he scraped together enough gold coins to enter the Knight Academy to study and become a knight.

But his status is actually higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

Having a noble status is true, but a true noble will never take them into his heart.

Real nobles have always been inherited from the family, and they have the blood of the family name flowing in them, but he who relies on his own hands and military exploits to succeed is just a vulgar warrior.

He has never regarded himself as a knight, but only as an ordinary soldier, so he can empathize with the soldiers under his command, and he is actually angry about what Roselade did.

At this time, of course he would be extremely moved by King Winter's care and generosity.

"The reason why precious things are precious is that they can exert their value. If they are left there and not used, then they are no different from garbage and waste." Xiwei put his hands behind his back and shook his head:

"Stop talking nonsense, the soldiers are still waiting for treatment."

Not just two knights.

In order to speed up the efficiency of treating soldiers.

Xiwei arranged for a cavalry team to go around the entire school grounds to supply water of life to the injured soldiers.

Usually after the first round of water of life is in place.

Slightly injured soldiers will recover immediately, severely injured soldiers will be able to walk again, and the vital signs of dying soldiers will also stabilize quickly.

Then proceed to the second round of treatment.

There are ways for those who are missing arms and legs.

By wiping the water of life on the broken parts of the limbs, the broken limbs can be reborn.

An hour later, there were no injured soldiers in the entire school grounds. They stood there majestic and high-spirited, paying attention to the Winter King, with only reverence and fanaticism in their eyes.

Xiwei now knows that the subsequent acquisition of the two countries of Meton and Kalanli is basically stable.

And he doesn't have to worry about problems at the grassroots level.

On the surface, it seems that he gave a very precious life spring.

But in fact.

The fountain of life is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

…

...Junqu Pavilion

The night embraces sorrow and unties its braids.

Darkness is not to cover up joy, but to liberate sadness.

A funeral is being held in the Emerald Fortress.

Xiwei stood on the city wall, staring at the dusk battlefield like a sculpture, his expression solemn and sad.

Under the city wall, soldiers were transporting corpses one after another.

These corpses must be cremated as soon as possible, otherwise they may transform into undead, even if winter is about to begin.

Luen took the initiative to join the team cleaning up the corpses.

In addition to him, there are also other players such as Wu Shiren, as well as some soldiers who were seriously injured and on the verge of death just now.

The fountain of life has completely healed them.

But the dead cannot be resurrected by the fountain of life.

They always feel that they have deprived their comrades of the luck of survival. They survived because of these dead soldiers. They should also look at these dead comrades and collect their bodies.

When they entered the battlefield again and approached the dilapidated gate of the Emerald Fortress, tears had blurred their eyes.
Chapter completed!