"Ah—legs! My legs!"
"Ho-ho-"
"Another priest! Here are the wounded again!"
"Damn it! Give me the knife! I can still swing it! I can still kill the enemy!"
"Send me to the wounded barracks with flowers! Where can I be cured quickly?"
"Flowers! Give me a flower!"
"Sunflower! I need the spiritual sun!"
This is the wounded soldier camp of the temporary camp at Zhennanguan.
Because Zhennanguan is guarded by the Priest Temple, there are a very large number of low-level priests here. A third-level official priest can handle ordinary injuries. However, there are fifth-level bishops accompanying the army on the battlefield. Soldiers will not be sent to the rear for specialized treatment.
Among the ordinary civilians in Zhennanguan, children and the elderly have been evacuated, and some adults can stay to help if they are willing.
Set up tents, transport the wounded, make fires to cook, adjust supplies, bury bodies...
There is a shortage of people everywhere.
Reinforcements from nearby cities have arrived one after another, but this is still not enough for the entire Zhennanguan battle situation.
The war had been going on for three days and three nights. The demons' attacks were sometimes weak, but they never stopped, especially after the demons' reinforcements arrived a day ago.
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, several other demon hunting groups in the Exorcism Pass were also broken up.
The Demon Hunters are the elite special forces of the Temple Alliance.
But on this meat grinder-like battlefield, special forces are of little significance.
Li Wujie led the No. 2 sergeant-level demon hunting group to charge on the first day, and indeed achieved good results, but it was of little use.
There are too many demons.
Heaven, earth, underground.
They are all demons.
They can't kill them all!
Li Wujie knew that even if he could transform into Tyro, he still wouldn't be able to kill them all!
About 60% of Zhennan Pass is now occupied by demons, and what they have to do now is to defend the remaining 40%.
Li Wujie mechanically treated the next wounded person. For three days and three nights, the non-stop treatment made his body form muscle memory.
The organizations of several demon hunting groups were broken up and reorganized. Knights and assassins led the charge, soldiers defended the front line, magicians and summoners provided fire support, and priests were divided into two teams, some following the frontline to assist, and the other to rescue in the rear. wounded.
Li Wujie became one of the few fifth-level priests left behind because he was proficient in low-level healing skills and light element amplification skills.
What is needed at this time is not a light attribute professional who is proficient in all departments, but a priest who can continuously maintain vitality.
With the current situation in Zhennanguan, it is impossible to win this battle and can only delay it.
The longer they delay and the more reinforcements arrive, the more hope they have of winning.
Li Wujie could go to the pile of mad demons and activate Wushuang, but he could clear out a hundred mad demons at the same time, but he could not stop the impact of tens of thousands of double-sword demons.
During this period, Commander Sunflower was also left in the wounded barracks to rescue the wounded with Li Wujie because he could provide the spiritual power of the sun.
As Bai Xiaomo entered the fifth level smoothly, Commander Sunflower and his clones also advanced to the fifth level Sunflower, which can produce a spiritual sun that can provide 125 points of spiritual power.
At the same time, when Bai Xiaomo upgraded to level five, the original limit of sixteen summons was directly increased to twenty-five!
It can restore more than 3,000 points of spiritual power in an instant!
The recovery speed of this internal spiritual energy is enough to supply the spiritual energy consumption of a wounded soldier battalion!
Their battalion had the fastest rescue speed, and among them, Li Wujie treated the most wounded soldiers.
The healing light in Li Wujie's hands gathered together, and he mechanically treated the next wounded soldier.
Suddenly his eyes widened, and his stiff expression turned into shock.
"Old Zhao!"
"Young, leader..."
A huge wound was opened on Zhao Kong's chest, and Li Wujie could even see Zhao Kong's heart through the wound! ….
This is not the most fatal thing. If it is just a wound, Li Wujie can easily heal it. What is really fatal is the dark spiritual power attached to Zhao Kong's body.
The light from Li Wujie's hands poured into Zhao Kong's body with all its strength, constantly expelling the dark spiritual power, but these dark spiritual powers continued to erode Zhao Kong's body like tarsal maggots. For a while, even Li Wujie Zed couldn't expel this dark spiritual power even with his angel's heart.
"Captain, what are you doing...crying with a sad face..." Zhao Kong's eyes were blurred and his consciousness was unclear. The physical pain was no longer important to him, because he had gradually begun to feel No more pain!
"I'm not crying!"
The light in Li Wujie's hand was extremely dazzling, but it was difficult to expel the dark spiritual power in Zhao Kong's body.
This was not a simple wound, but a curse attack, which meant that Li Wujie was unable to help Zhao Kong resolve the dark spiritual power by cutting off the areas corroded by the dark spiritual power.
"You, you fart...your eyes are red, but you still haven't cried..."
The corners of Zhao Kong's mouth twitched and he forced a smile. He turned his head and wanted to take a look at Li Wujie, but his eyes could no longer see anything and he could only turn his head based on his intuition.
"Don't cry. What did you say before?
Come on...ah, yes, Smerusmerus..."
"Shut up! That's not how Smailu is used—! Yating!"
Yating, who was treating the wounded in the hospital bed next door, flew over and merged into Li Wujie's body.
The addition of Yating made the light in Li Wujie's hand stronger again. Unfortunately, it was not night and he could not mobilize the power of the Moon God.
"I was beaten by a... I don't know... what... it was, but it was pretty strong anyway..."
No blood flowed out of Zhao Kong's chest, but the place occupied by the dark spiritual power on his body became increasingly violent.
"I have to... apologize to you, Captain..."
"That day, the deputy leader and I actually scolded you in the room..." Zhao Kong's originally stiff face suddenly became lively, and even his intermittent words became continuous: "Originally, he was just looking for me. I was talking about how I made a fool of myself to Xiaomo, but as we were chatting, the two of us somehow changed the topic to scolding you."
"Stop talking! Gather your spiritual power! I fucking know it!"
"How come you know everything..." Zhao Kong murmured to himself: "You are sixteen, Yuan Yuan, Ying'er and Xiaomo are eighteen, but it's a pity that they are no longer together..."
"What are you thinking?! Gather your spiritual power!"
"I can't get it together..." Zhao Kong's childishness began to gradually collapse, and he used his last strength to grab Li Wujie's hand. "Don't be sad. I'm an assassin. Assassins are from behind. How could I die behind you? And I know you want to die in front of me, but I don't. Who told you to rely on your skills during the demon hunting group's competition? Fei disgusts me..."
"Ying'er was stimulated when she was a child. Her brain is not very good and she has a bad temper. Captain, help me take care of her. I didn't do what I promised. You are my brother, I..."
The clenched hands were no longer weak and drooped heavily.
"Old Zhao?"
Li Wujie held Zhao Kong's hand firmly. The remaining warmth in that hand was expelled by the dark spiritual power. Then dark purple light flickered on his body, and a terrifying aura filled Zhao Kong's body. The center is spread out.
"No! It's a magic corpse explosion!"
"Let's go!"
"Captain! Li Wujie!
! Cloak, take him away!
"
Mr. Cloak was unmoved. He dropped Commander Sunflower and tried to pick up Zhao Kong and leave.
This is the wounded barracks. According to this energy storage, once it explodes, this wounded barracks will become a morgue!
Li Wujie grabbed the cloak and threw it behind him.
"I haven't settled the score with you yet...you want to run away?"
"How dare you..."
At this time, it was three poles high in the sun.
The scorching sun is shining brightly. Although it is not as hot as summer, it can still bring some warmth in the bleak autumn wind.
The sun in the sky suddenly flickered, as if it felt a call.
The tent above Li Wujie spontaneously ignited without fire. The sunlight filtered through the tent into the cold emergency camp, and finally fell on Li Wujie.
Light energy once again gathered in Li Wujie's hands. At this moment, unlike the gentle and cold moonlight, the terrifying high temperature distorted the surrounding air. Even the dark spiritual power was weakened by three points at this moment.
"You f----give it to me-"
A hand burning with blazing fire grabbed a handful in the air, then clenched it into a fist, aimed at the bottom and hammered it hard!
"survived!
! ".
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