Nirwinke's decadent sorrowful sight, where is the slightest bit of Blood River Commander's demeanor!
Now it's clearly just a big fellow friend who smoked too much opium, suddenly having a drug relapse.
Mage companions and priests are heart-linked partners. Even though those terrifying symptoms of a thousand ants devouring the marrow couldn't be a hundred percent completely shared with Helen, the indirect emotional transmission still shocked the little fox into collapsing on the ground.
Elite or not, boasting all day is useless, only through hard fights on the battlefield can you discern true gold; if the High Priest from Cambridge suddenly fell to the ground, in other Bimon units, it's absolutely impossible for morale not to be affected; but in the Summer Palace Guard, ever since Helen fell, not even the people around her furrowed their brows, let alone someone urgently helping her and asking if she's okay.
This is the battlefield!
