Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Lin Mo lay on the soft bed, staring at the stark white ceiling, his mind a complete mess.

It's a lie to say there's no pressure.

I don't even want to think about what would happen to me if I failed to travel through time.

He closed his eyes, and as his mind wandered, his consciousness gradually sank.

"God help me..."

This was his last thought before he drifted into a deep sleep.

......

A strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of herbs entered my nostrils.

Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a simple wooden bed.

All around were continuous groans and suppressed sobs.

This is a temporary wounded camp behind the elven defense line. Under the huge tree canopy, there are many wounded elven warriors lying in bed.

Severed limbs are minor incidents; some are corroded by black demonic energy, their skin festering, writhing in agony.

That scene is something ordinary people really can't see, since even normal short videos are blurred out.

Lin Mo felt a pang of anxiety and sighed. This was war.

It's not a game, there's no pixelation.

He forced himself to get out of bed, despite the churning in his stomach.

He breathed a sigh of relief and began searching for Fendona.

He quickly found her among a group of wounded.

She knelt solemnly before an elf with a sunken chest, her palms radiating a soft glow.

"Hmm? Magical healing?" Lin Mo looked thoughtfully.

He walked over quickly.

"Your Highness Fendona!"

Fendona looked up, saw it was Lin Mo, and forced a tired smile.

"You're awake? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I was just knocked unconscious." Lin Mo waved his hand, asking only symbolically.

"Do you need any help?"

He expected to receive a polite response like, "No need, you should rest well."

To everyone's surprise, Fendona's eyes lit up.

"Oh? Thank you so much!"

"They need people over there to help move the wounded. Go and lend a hand. I'll pretend nothing happened about you sneaking into my palace before."

Lin Mo: "..."

No, this matter can't be let go, right?

Why do I feel like I'm the one who's been caught red-handed?

Imagine Fendona: Human, you don't want word to get out that you broke into my bedroom and slept on my lap, do you?

Lin Mo felt that it might be alright to tell others?

However, since Fendona had said so, Lin Mo had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He walked over to an elf lying on a stretcher, took a deep breath, steadied himself in a horse stance, and exerted force with both hands.

"rise!"

The stretcher remained completely still.

A long-eared elf passing by stopped and casually picked up the stretcher like a chick, while also giving Lin Mo a disdainful look.

Lin Mo: "..."

His old face flushed slightly.

Taking advantage of a break while assisting, Lin Mo moved closer to Fendona.

While clumsily changing the wet cloth on the wounded soldier's forehead, he tried to extract information from him.

"Your Highness, how did the battle go today? Did we drive back the demons?"

When the battle was mentioned, Fendona's expression darkened.

"They have retreated temporarily, but the demons' attacks are becoming more and more intense."

"This city of Lostia is the last line of defense for our elven race."

She paused, her voice weak and powerless.

"If this place also falls, we will only have our main base, Avinor, to retreat to."

Lin Mo frowned, recalling the minotaurs and centaurs he had seen among the wounded earlier.

"Have you sought help from other races? I see some orcs here."

Fendona smiled bitterly.

"These orcs are employees."

"The Holy Human race is in a similar situation to us; their holy city is also in grave danger and they are too busy taking care of themselves."

"And the dwarves... they have all retreated to underground steel fortresses, completely sealing off the mountain gates, and are fighting the demons underground."

The image of a whack-a-mole game instantly flashed into Lin Mo's mind.

"As for the orcs..." Fendona's tone became complicated.

"I heard that their most powerful tribes are discussing whether or not to... pledge allegiance to the demons."

Lin Mo was startled.

Isn't this just a standard apocalyptic scenario?

With the servers about to shut down, some players are considering switching factions.

As the conversation deepened, he gained a clearer understanding of the tragic state of the world.

The demons, from a world the elves called "Hell," are pure predators who, like locusts, devoured less than 30% of the continent of Terra.

The Elf race is skilled in archery, and some are even elemental mages with affinity for the five elements.

The Holy Human race is a combination of paladins and mages. Their holy power is naturally effective against the demon race, but as a result, they were targeted and almost wiped out, leaving only their main city.

The dwarf, a master blacksmith with maxed-out magic resistance, was completely overwhelmed and ended up becoming a caveman.

The orc, a berserker archetype, was originally the main tank, but now they've suffered heavy losses, morale is low, and the team is difficult to lead.

Summary: The entire team is at a disadvantage; defeat is imminent.

"Alright, the wounded have all been treated for now."

Fendona stood up wearily, swaying slightly—a side effect of her mana depletion.

"Thank you so much for your help, visitor from afar."

Lin Mo quickly helped her up.

"You can call me Lin Mo. It was nothing, nothing to mention."

"Yes, Your Excellency Lin Mo." Fendona nodded.

"I'll have someone take you to rest. I still need to inspect the city walls' defenses."

An elven guard nearby immediately tried to dissuade him:

"Your Highness, you have been casting spells all day long and need to rest!"

"The demons could launch another attack at any time; you need to maintain your fighting strength!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo also offered his advice:

"That's right, Your Highness! Health is the foundation of everything! As long as you're healthy, you can always make a comeback!"

"You have to believe in science... uh, no, you have to believe in magic and get some rest!"

He spoke so fast that I didn't quite catch what he was saying.

After speaking, he hesitated for a moment, then put on a shy yet sincere expression.

"Um... Your Highness, I have a favor to ask, I wonder if you would be so kind as to grant it?"

Fendona, who was initially considering declining the suggestion to rest, tilted her head curiously upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

"What?"

"That's how it is," Lin Mo rubbed his hands together, a standard, honest smile honed from years of naivety and experience on his face.

"I told my people that I got lost and ended up here, but they all think I'm bragging. Could you let me take a souvenir back with me as proof?"

Fendona and the two elven guards beside her were stunned.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat, thinking the other party was going to refuse, so he quickly added something.

"Don't worry, it doesn't need to be expensive! Something with your elf characteristics will do."

Fendona's expression turned very strange.

"You just said you were bragging...?"

After she finished speaking, her gaze unconsciously drifted past Lin Mo's shoulder and looked towards a spot not far behind him.

Lin Mo looked blankly at her and turned his head in the direction of her gaze.

In the distance, a minotaur nearly four meters tall snorted, then rolled over, still carrying its giant axe, and continued snoring.

Lin Mo: "..."

Gan!

The language is understandable, but it doesn't seem like we fully understand it!