"Priest! Druid! Cough cough cough... whoever it is, please help me!"
A caravan sped over, and before the wheels came to a complete stop, the elf in charge of logistics in the caravan hurriedly transported two seriously injured elf soldiers out of the caravan!
One of the soldiers was hit by an arrow in the chest and was unconscious. His face was flushed with a high fever, but he still clutched the cross he believed in in his hand; while the other soldier, who was wearing a pendant of faith in the forest goddess, He was hit by an arrow in his neck, and the wound where the arrow was inserted was now flowing with dark blood. It was obvious that the toxin had begun to infect his body!
The soldier with an arrow in his neck was covering his wound while shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to attract the attention of the medical staff. His expression looked very painful.
But, so what? This military station located outside Red Pine City was filled with moans and wails tortured by pain.
This is already the third batch of wounded soldiers transported from the front line today, and the so-called front line is the national line between the Elf Empire Aranorn and the Human Empire Gryphon Heart, the one that crosses the violent city of Wallace. stream.
With the passage of time, the two countries that were originally in alliance have now been experiencing constant friction. The two countries used the stream representing the national border as the border, and erected vine fences and high stone brick walls respectively. This originally unknown stream was dyed red by the bloody conflicts and piles of corpses between soldiers on both sides of the strait, and was even named "Hanging". The name of "Meat River"!
As a national border, the Jianrou River is very long. Even though it is blocked by vine fences and high stone brick walls, the soldiers patrolling on both sides of the strait are tense and wary of each other's surprise attack by the other side's large forces. Under such circumstances, as long as If one party makes the slightest drastic move, the other party will fight back without hesitation, and it will develop into a fierce sniper battle within a short time!
It is undeniable that Alannorn is rich in healing potions and elf hunters. Almost even a babbling elf child knows how to bend a bow and shoot arrows. However, the humans on the other side of the Minced Meat River not only have a larger population base, but are also responsible for treatment. The priests are more abundant. The long crossbows used by their long-range troops are easier to aim and operate at long range. Even if they are given to a peasant who has never learned archery, he can turn into a crossbow in the blink of an eye. A crossbowman not to be underestimated.
To make matters worse, I don’t know since when, human soldiers learned to install telescopes on the top of long crossbows, learned to install repeaters on the bottom of long crossbows, learned to add barbs to wooden arrow bodies, and learned to add barbs to iron arrowheads. Carve a blood groove and learn to apply poison to the tip of the arrow...
It is these skills, bit by bit, step by step, that shorten the gap between human crossbowmen and elf hunters. It only takes one careless attempt to underestimate the enemy, and it is even possible for an elf hunter whose archery skills have been exploited for decades. Falling into the hands of a human crossbowman who had only been in the army for a few years!
"Pastor, please help me, cough! I... I feel like I can't breathe!"
After waiting anxiously for a long time, a priest finally freed up his hands. She didn't even bother to wipe the tenant's cheeks and slightly pointed ears that were stained by the blood spurted from the aorta of the previous injured person. She only did the necessary cleaning on her hands. After cleaning, the priest quickly walked to the two soldiers in three steps at a time.
However, after the priest initially inspected the wounds of the two soldiers, she weighed it a little and decided to give the soldier who was wailing in pain a bottle of healing potion and sedatives to take on his own while she herself used all her strength to cast spells to treat the other soldiers. On one side, a soldier with dissociated consciousness.
The reason why we chose to rescue this soldier with all our strength is simple. If we don't save him, he will die in a few minutes!
Although Hongsong City is still a long way away from the frontline "Grinder River", due to the tight medical resources in the frontline cities, many caravan drivers would rather take a long way to send the wounded to Hongsong City for treatment rather than leaving these soldiers farther away from the front. Waiting to die in nearby cities.
Due to this reason, the pastor has not had a good rest for several weeks. And for patients with such high fevers, the pastor has watched them die several times but was unable to do anything!
The pastor knew very well that among the seriously injured soldiers who retreated from the front line, the most troublesome ones were the soldiers who had been hit by poisonous arrows.
There is no shortage of healing potions in the warehouse of this military station, but there are very few purification potions that can dispel curses and toxins. Most of the toxins in the soldiers transported from the front line to Red Pine City have spread and remain in the city. Most of the medicinal herbs configured by the low-level druids in it are too slow to take effect and can only treat the soldiers who have just been poisoned. There is no time to save these soldiers whose lives are hanging by a thread. The high-level druids stay on the front line as the main combat force. In most cases, it can only be forcibly exorcised by priests like her who know the magic of exorcism!
At present, both soldiers were hit by poisonous arrows. With the remaining magic power in the priest's body, he could only dispel the poison in one of them, but he was not willing to give up any soldier. He did not want the tragedy to happen again!
"...That light is true light, illuminating all people living in the world! Life-based magic, dispel it!"
Along with the chanting of spells and the passage of magic power, like an incandescent lamp with poor contact, the holy light bloomed brightly and dimly from the priest's hands, wandering intermittently on the soldiers' bodies.
The nearly exhausted magic power made the priest sweat profusely and his chapped lips could not stop trembling!
half a minute...
One minute……
three minutes……
Time and that pulse together,
Thump thump thump thump...
slowly,
slowly!
Breathing gradually stabilized,
The heartbeat becomes stronger and stronger,
The high fever subsided slowly,
finally……
finally!
With the help of the priest, the soldier finally escaped death and his body temperature returned to normal, as if confirming that his life was finally saved. The iron cross he was clutching also shone brightly due to the residual magic power of the purification spell!
However, in just a short time, the soldier who was still wailing in pain at the side was already breathing out more and taking in less air. The healing potion and tranquilizer he had just swallowed were all spit out along with the foam in his mouth. When he came out, the wooden forest goddess pendant on the soldier's chest was completely contaminated by the jet-black blood!
"Oops, it's acute venom! Soldier, hold on! Look at me, please look at me! Damn it, damn it!"
Without taking a breath, the priest chanted the exorcism spell again. Only this time, no matter how much he chanted repeatedly at the top of his lungs, or how much he beat his chest with regret, without the support of magic power, the Holy Light could not respond to his will again.
This young life was lost!
However, outside the medical tent that the pastor had not noticed yet, a figure witnessed the entire treatment process with his own eyes, and then quietly left the border between hell and human life!
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A few months later.
Outside Red Pine City, in a manor just a few miles away from the military station, a grand banquet was held here.
Melody, wine, food, beautiful scenery, bards playing and singing here, elf dancers dancing here, and the indispensable merchants who smell of copper are here to negotiate.
While they were drinking wine, at this very moment, George Lucifer was sitting in the guest of honor seat at the table, busy dealing with the oncoming wine glasses!
"City Lord White, and representatives of other chambers of commerce, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to entertain me, a low-class traveling businessman. It's really an honor!"
"No, no, no, Elder George, we should be the ones to welcome you. The reputation of the excellent products sold by your Reaper Merchant Group has long been spread to Red Pine City. When I heard that you were coming, the representatives of the city's Chamber of Commerce had already I can’t wait to sign a big contract with you!”
"It is an honor for the Reaper Business Group to be recognized by everyone. As the agent of the business group, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude on behalf of all the employees of the business group."
"Hahaha, Elder George, you are too modest, you are too modest! To tell you the truth, this time I specially made a special trip to entertain you, Elder, at the manor outside the city. I do have something to ask of you!"
"Oh? Lord White, it doesn't matter if you say so!"
"In fact, I want to customize a batch of alchemical potions for you - sleeping potions."
"Sleeping potion? Isn't this a regular potion produced by Alanon? The Elf King's Court can meet your needs at any time. Lord White City, why do you need to entrust me, a traveling merchant?"
"I'm not afraid of your laughter. For some reasons, a large-scale riot broke out in Red Pine City about more than a month ago. The defenders of Red Pine City were tortured by these ordinary people every day. In the days that followed, both sides There have been several armed conflicts, and in order to suppress the radical elves, the original inventory of tactical alchemy potions was quickly used up!"
"In this case, the thieves' guild, these stinking ditch rats, secretly sold alchemical potions like demon fire to the city defenders and ordinary people at the same time. This move further escalated the conflict between the two sides. I, the city lord, can hardly hold myself back! If we don’t stop it, the whole city will turn into a sea of fire!"
"You should understand how troublesome it will be once this kind of thing alerts the elders of the Elf Court! Elder George, the potions you sell are famous for their high quality. I dare to assert that your men must have the strength to do so. You are a human pharmacist, so I hope that I can order a batch of high-concentration sleeping potion from you!"
"I understand, I will do my best to support you, the city lord, and eliminate conflicts among the people!"
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