On the battlefield, there were ruins, and in the broken city walls, the bodies of some soldiers had been mixed with the stones, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other.
It would be okay if the living person was not injured, or was only slightly injured, but if he was missing an arm, a leg or something, the outcome would really be worse than death.
Judging from the medical level of Erin Continent, the path they took was completely different from that of Aquablue Star.
Because of the existence of magic, many injuries and illnesses will be treated by magic. Real doctors are very rare in this era.
On weekdays, if someone is sick or something, they can only go to the priest of the Church of Light for treatment, or they can go to some bards or alchemists who are proficient in healing spells.
Zhang Xiaoman was quite curious about this.
He knew that spells could heal wounds, but the spells in this world could also cure diseases, which surprised him.
However, there are many other things to do now, and he has no time to sort out books on this topic for the time being, so he can only leave it to ponder later.
"Hey, I asked just now. The priests in Kuhan City have been completely defeated. There are less than ten priests who can survive now. It's too late and there are only so many wounded..."
McAvey walked over and shook his head as he looked at a little soldier covered in blood not far away.
The little warrior had one of his legs broken by a rolling boulder. Now he was being carried out from the rock by several nuns, who were busy bandaging his wounds.
But to be honest, even with such an injury on Aqua Blue Star, it would be difficult to survive unless he was immediately sent to the emergency room for rescue.
McCarvey asked the elf queen beside him in a low voice:
"Regina, can you save him?"
The latter shook his head helplessly.
"I'm afraid not. Although natural magic has certain healing capabilities, I am not a Druid who specializes in this. If it were that guy Akatus, I might still be able to save him..."
"Why……"
McAvey sighed deeply. Even though he was used to seeing life and death, at such a time, he would inevitably feel sad in his heart.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoman suddenly walked towards a nun on the side and asked the other party:
"Hello, do you have any musical instruments here that I can play on?"
"Musical instrument?"
The nun turned her head and looked at him in confusion when she heard this, not knowing what the black-haired young man wanted to do.
"Yes, I need an instrument, any kind will do, the sooner the better."
Zhang Xiaoman said with certainty.
The expression on the nun's face became even more strange. She thought to herself, "Didn't you see that I am treating patients here? What do you mean by coming to me to ask for a musical instrument?"
This can't be blamed on her, after all, everyone is busy saving people now, and there are screams all around, and everyone wishes they could grow three heads and six arms.
Suddenly someone comes out and asks me about something irrelevant, which will naturally make people angry.
However, this nun is also a member of the Church of Light. She usually cultivates her moral character and hides her dissatisfaction very well.
She turned her head and looked at McAvey and Regina beside her, secretly wondering if that tall woman was not the strong man who fell from the sky just now.
As for those who can fly directly without riding a mount, naturally only those of the holy rank can ride on it.
Thinking of the scene where the leader of the Rock Demon was killed just now, the nun naturally knew that it must have been done by the person in front of her.
She had never seen the Elf Queen before, and she couldn't even recognize McCarvey, the human saint, in person.
But she also knew what a holy person represented. Now that she saw Zhang Xiaoman coming with him, she didn't say anything more and began to answer the latter's questions seriously.
"Your Excellency, I'm sorry... We don't have the habit of carrying musical instruments... If you need it, you can go find the bards in the tavern in the city. They should be hiding in the basement of the tavern now... maybe there By what you want…”
On the side, McCarvey and Regina also heard the conversation between the two people here, and they also showed a puzzled look.
At first, when Zhang Xiaoman walked over, McAvey was still wondering whether the other party wanted to treat the wounded person. After all, he had not forgotten that in addition to being a strong man of the holy level, this person was also a An alchemist with rich alchemical experience.
Many times, the alchemist is the main force in treating trauma.
Especially on such a battlefield, carrying a bottle of alchemy potion with you is the most time-saving and effective method compared to a priest.
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
McCarvey even sighed on the sidelines, because he knew that even if Zhang Xiaoman could take out the potion to save this person, compared to the entire battlefield, it would be a drop in the bucket.
However, what he and Regina never expected was that the Pole Star not only did not take out the medicine to treat the injured immediately, but instead asked a seemingly unrelated question.
The two saints were both powerful beings who had lived for a long time. When they encountered such an unexpected scene, they did not hesitate to ask immediately. They both watched without any unusual expressions.
They believed that Ji Xing, as a strong man in the same realm as them, would not waste time doing meaningless things.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman felt slightly disappointed after hearing that the other party did not have a musical instrument, but he still planned to continue with his next plan.
The reason why he asked the other party if he had any musical instruments was that it couldn't be an unrelated conversation.
Zhang Xiaoman planned to use one of his branding skills. A weakened version of this skill was used once by Zhan Nan on the battlefield of Cando Creek Grassland, which was "Healing Movement".
What Zhang Xiaoman is planning to use now is its upgraded version, a purple branding skill called "Wind Movement".
【Movement of Wind】
(purple second level)
Play a beautiful piece of music, heal all creatures within the range, restore a small amount of health and dark energy, relieve the mental disturbance, and increase movement speed and attack speed.
Healing Amount: 100
Dark Energy Recovery: 500
Mental resistance strength: 300
Movement speed increased: 30%
Attack speed increase: 30%
Duration: 10 minutes
Cost: 1500 dark energy
Cooling time: 24 hours
Range of action: radius 3000 meters (the effect is affected by distance and casting conditions)
——The wind god’s specialty music is full of the wind god’s blessings to all living beings in the world. People who listen to it can not only heal their pain, but also be inspired by the wind.
——Let the wind lead you.
This is an advanced model mastered by Zhang Xiaoman, and its effect is dozens of times stronger than the healing movement used by Zhan Nan.
This type of branding skills are usually relatively rigid. If you want to play music, you must have music.
Of course, if there is a bug like Janan's, it is no problem to use a snap of your fingers to activate the music.
However, according to Zhang Xiaoman's tests, when Wind Movement is used, the effect will also be affected by the quality of the music. The more beautiful and beautiful the music, the higher the upper limit it can play.
If it's just a snap of the fingers, then maybe not even 10% of the original performance can be achieved.
This is why Zhang Xiaoman asked the nun if she had a musical instrument.
He usually keeps one or two musical instruments as spares in his storage ring, but they were damaged during use when he was fighting against the white goat last time, and he forgot to replenish them, so today's one appeared. Condition.
At this moment, many of the wounded were seriously injured and were about to receive their lunch boxes. Zhang Xiaoman no longer cared about the conditions for 100% effectiveness, and planned to use it to save people first.
But just when he was about to activate his ability, his eyes caught a glimpse of the wounded man's right hand, where he was holding an organ-shaped object tightly.
"Huh? Is this a bagpipe?"
Zhang Xiaoman immediately stopped what he was doing, thinking what a coincidence.
This bagpipe is a small musical instrument unique to the continent of Erin, similar to the organ on the Aqua Blue Star.
Because its sound is melodious and melodious, it can easily evoke the emotion of homesickness in the listener, so it is carried around by many people as a souvenir to express their homesickness.
"It's okay to have something like this..."
Zhang Xiaoman murmured to himself.
Having been here for so long, he has also had the opportunity to be exposed to this kind of thing. With his ability, he naturally learned it quickly.
Although it is not a master, at least I can use it to play the music I want.
He waved gently to the bagpipe, which immediately levitated, and then slowly fell into his palm.
The wounded man was basically in a state of unconsciousness at this time, but at this moment he suddenly felt that the bagpipe in his hand was taken away, and he opened his eyes almost subconsciously.
"No...no...that's...that's mine...mine...give it back to me..."
The wounded man struggled and finally squeezed out these few words from his mouth.
The nuns on the side were shocked when they saw this scene.
She never thought that this young man who seemed to have an extraordinary temperament would do such a thing.
Just because he wanted a musical instrument, he took the most precious thing from the poor wounded man.
In her opinion, Zhang Xiaoman might be an aristocratic young man who came here to gain gilding experience. After arriving at the battlefield, he wanted to play a piece of music as he pleased, but because he had no musical instrument, he simply robbed him.
"hateful!"
The nun was so angry that her face turned red and her neck became thick.
No matter how well-trained she was, she still felt like she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Your Excellency! Please return the things to him! You are depriving him of his memories! Please don't do such a thing!"
The girl stood up angrily and wanted to reach out to snatch it.
But there was no way she could get closer to Zhang Xiaoman, but as soon as her hand reached halfway, it was bounced away by some invisible force.
The nun was angry and anxious at this time, with two crystal tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaoman glanced at her with some confusion, but he had no time to care about her now. He used a cleaning spell to wipe away the blood and dirt on the bagpipe, and then slowly put it to his mouth.
"..."
Soon, a beautiful and ethereal sound came from the bagpipe in his hand, floating above this small clearing.
The sound of the bagpipe itself was not loud and could only be heard by a few people nearby, but after Zhang Xiaoman's magic, the music somehow sounded in the ears of everyone near the city gate.
"W-what's going on...where does the sound come from...?"
In the distance, many people felt a breeze blowing, and then the melodious sound of a bagpipe that they had never heard sounded in their ears.
This feeling is not so much heard in their ears, but rather that the music is directly remembered in their hearts.
"Stay Sky", this is a piece of music that Zhang Xiaoman played casually, from a composer on the Blue Planet.
He himself lacked attention to things like music, and he was able to learn these just to play the wind movement.
In this environment, he didn't have time to think too much and just randomly picked one of the pieces of music he knew.
At least, he felt that the music sounded quite majestic and a little tragic, so it was not too inconsistent when used in such an environment.
At this moment, everything around seemed to be quiet. Everyone raised their heads and listened to the sudden music without moving.
Immediately afterwards, the breeze brought life, and a surge of vitality surged out of their bodies. The wounded were shocked, and their eyes were full of surprise as they looked at the injured parts of their bodies.
"This, this... my injury... is healing on its own...?"
They all couldn't believe their eyes and didn't know what was happening.
The breeze continues to blow, and the sound of wind mixed with the sound of music is still playing. It seems that green ripples can be seen floating in the air. They are waves full of life, healing all humans on the field.
The first one, the second one, the third one...
More and more wounded people are out of danger, their blood no longer flows, and their pain is soothed by the gentle wind spirit.
Slowly, more people stood up from the ground. They looked up at the sky, closing their eyes and listening to the war songs in their ears.
"My magic, my magic is back!"
A mage couldn't help but exclaimed.
In addition to its healing ability, Wind Movement also has a very powerful energy-restoring effect.
However, these people do not have dark spiritual power in their bodies, so only some high-level magisters can feel some of this power.
More low-level professionals still only have pure elemental power in their bodies, and have not changed in the direction of dark spiritual power, so they cannot feel this effect.
Of course, among the people present, the two ninth-level saints who were the most powerful also had the keenest sense of this elemental power restoration.
Both McAvey and Regina opened their eyes wide at this time, no longer caring about their image, and looked at the man playing the bagpipe not far away with shocked expressions.
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