my age of magic

Chapter 1082 185. Lord of Durva

The luxurious soft leather sofa in the compartment of this magic caravan still has traces of being removed. There are three wooden beds side by side in the compartment. Like a mummy, only his face was exposed, and he looked extremely weak. It seemed that every time he took a breath, his body was in great pain.

Another constructed soldier has become unconscious. There are countless criss-cross wounds on his body, and several large wounds are covered with hemostatic bandages. Concentrated water seeps out from the bandages, carrying an unpleasant sour smell. The wound appeared to be very infected.

The sound of opening the car door awakened the sleeping magician. When he saw the Duke of Samoyed, he quickly got up from the bench. It hasn't been trimmed for a long time, his face is full of tiredness, and his pupils are a little dry, which is obviously a sign that his mental strength is on the verge of exhaustion.

"My lord duke!" The magician's voice seemed a little hoarse.

The Duke of Samoyed pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit down. He said in a low tone, "Master Dunlop, please sit down and rest for a while. Don't worry about us. We're just here to take a look."

He frowned slightly, then turned his head, and asked the attendant behind him, "Go and get some spiritual potions for Master Dunlop."

After the attendant agreed, he turned and walked out of the carriage.

The Duke of Samoyed asked the Dunlop magician: "How are they?"

The Dunlop magician looked slightly cold, and said to the Duke of Samoyed: "Zac has been unconscious since yesterday, and his condition is getting worse and worse. When he cast the 'hydrotherapy' on him yesterday, he still had some reactions. I feel nothing today."

"Let me see..." the Duke of Samoyed said, walking to the hospital bed of the unconscious constructed soldier named Zach, and peeling off the bandage on his wound, revealing the deep wound that reached the bone. This wound was a penetrating wound on the shoulder. The wound was a black hole the size of a fist. The surrounding flesh had begun to rot, but no blood flowed out. You could even see white bones in the black hole.

Even if this kind of injury is cured, this arm is useless, and the internal organs may suffer some damage.

However, the status of the constructed warrior who can make the Duke of Samoyed travel thousands of miles from the plane of Hierro to the imperial capital must be extraordinary.

"How did this injury happen?" I was a little curious. There are not many weapons that can leave such a large wound on the shoulder.

"The wound on the shoulder was left by the spider warlord who pierced the shoulder with a big iron gun." After the Duke of Samoyed finished speaking, he took off the bandage on his abdomen, and the entire lower abdomen was also cut open by a sharp weapon. Now the wound is a little Shrunken, the fat turned white, slightly turned outward, exposing the peritoneum with muscles inside, and said: "If the sharp spines of the abdomen were cut half an inch deeper, maybe he would die until now."

"Even if the peritoneum is cut open, if the internal organs are not injured, you can put the intestines back and seal the wound with silk thread. Maybe there is still a chance for treatment." I stood beside the Duke of Samoyed and observed carefully. Talking about some of the injuries on the constructed soldier.

The constructed warrior was still seriously injured, and the breath of life had faded so badly that he could hardly feel it.

"Then can he still be saved?" Duke Samoyed asked me with a change of expression.

I said, "I'll give it a try, don't worry, my magic state is all gain attributes, even if it can't be cured, it can prevent his injury from getting worse."

As I said that, I sacrificed four stone drum totems from my magic pocket. These four stone drum totems were like four-color lanterns spinning around my body non-stop. In an instant, the whole room was filled with four-series magic elements. The light, the surrounding magic elements are constantly rotating with the stone drum totem, forming a slowly rotating magic vortex.

The drowsy middle-aged magician felt the magic elements in the carriage running non-stop, opened his eyes wide and looked at the four series of stone drum totems around my body, as if he had seen a miracle. Feeling the mana in the magic pool in his body slowly recovering, he pointed to my stone drum totem and wanted to say something, but it seemed that a stone was stuck in his throat, and after holding it in for a long time, the words finally came to nothing speak out.

Everyone standing next to me seems to feel that their bodies have become a little different. The buff magic effect on the stone drum totem is blessed on everyone. Their most intuitive feeling is that their minds have become much clearer. This is the blue crystal stone. Among these people, the biggest beneficiary of the magic effect of the drum totem is the middle-aged magician whose mana is almost exhausted.

The Duke of Samoyed raised his arm and saw the speckled stone patterns on his skin. He touched the skin on the back of his hand, clenched his fists vigorously, and asked me with surprise on his face: "This is your magic?" ?”

I nodded, the biggest effect of petrified skin is to instantly enhance the resistance of the skin with the power of magic, making the skin stronger than rocks, this kind of temporary increase in attributes is also very resistant to diseases and toxins, so turn on The 'petrified skin' is still somewhat effective, although it can't make the constructed warrior heal, it can really prevent the wounds on the skin from festering.

He touched the unconscious warrior's chest and found that his heart was still beating, but it was extremely weak.

He touched his exposed wrists and ankles again. His limbs were getting colder, and he seemed to have some signs of death.

Skillfully took out a pair of soft leather gloves from the magic pocket, put it on his hands, took out a leather pocket from the magic pocket, and spread it on the bench beside him, revealing a neat row of silver knives , I picked up a small knife inside, cut off the bandage on the warrior's abdomen, and began to carefully examine his wounds. I found that the wound of the constructed soldier had not been cleaned, and there were still some giant spider mouths left on the wound. The acid in the weapon, the reason why his injuries continued to worsen, was probably related to this.

The sour digestive juice in the spiderman warrior's body infected his wound, and the wound was not cleaned up in time, which led to the infection and festering of the wound. The injury was delayed for too long, and it caused the failure of various organs in the body. It's a life hanging by a thread.

Manipulating an extremely fine stream of water, cleaning the edge area of ​​his abdominal wound, and using a silver knife to cut off the rotten flesh of his wound bit by bit, this is a delicate job that needs to be cleaned up bit by bit, and the rotten fluid of those spiders needs all clean up.

Time seems to be frozen here, I forget the people around me, forget where I am, and even feel that I am staying in the sub-dimensional space, holding a silver knife to treat wounds little by little , clean the wound, and finally use cotton thread to sew up the constructed warrior's belly little by little, and finally cast a 'hydrotherapy technique', but unfortunately his breath of life is too weak.

'Hydrotherapy' is a kind of magic that can stimulate the potential of human life, accelerate the body's metabolism, and allow wounds to heal quickly.

This kind of primary water-type healing magic is most effective for those warriors with strong vitality, but for the constructed knight in front of him, his breath of life is about to disappear, and he cannot stimulate the vitality in his body. Life potential, so the magic effect of 'hydrotherapy' is like sinking into the sea, almost useless.

The condition of the constructed knight was fairly stable, so I treated the wound on the shoulder again, but the wound was missing a large piece of flesh, and it took more effort to sew it up. Take out a crystal bottle, there is a little concentrated light green liquid, which is a drop of 'life essence' given to me by World Tree.

Luka and I used the diluted 'Essence of Life' to cultivate magic herbs, and the effect was very remarkable.

It’s just that I don’t know what effect it will have after being taken by humans. I guess this thing can’t be poison after all, and this thing itself is a mass of life breath. If it can be absorbed by the construct warrior, maybe he can recover.So, I held his chin, pried his mouth open, and then dropped this drop of 'Life Essence' into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the light green aura suddenly became so bright that it even covered his body. Countless green auras spread from his mouth to his body. The most obvious thing is that the blood vessels hidden under the skin all over his body became Light green, and this kind of momentum is unstoppable all over the body.

Rich vitality emanated from his body, and I saw that he seemed to be in a kind of extreme pain, all the muscles in his body were in convulsions, and his whole face became extremely distorted.

I suddenly woke up from the space of self-awareness, and found that I was still standing in front of the sickbed, but the constructed soldier on the sickbed seemed to be covered in light green skin, and the blood vessels on the body turned dark green , The whole person was convulsing violently.

The middle-aged magician sitting on the bench beside him widened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He looked at me in horror, and then at the constructed warrior on the sickbed. He didn't know what to do for a while. It's good to do it.

At this time, I realized that there were only two of us in the carriage besides the three patients. He pointed at my face and asked me sharply, "You...you...what did you do to Zach? How did he change? Like this."

I leaned down and looked at the eyes of the constructed knight again, and found that even his pupils had turned dark green, which looked a little creepy.

The strong chest muscles of the construction warrior were violently heaving, and his breathing was like a bellows, making a violent sound.

The middle-aged magician ran over and grabbed my collar, trying to pull me away from the constructed warrior, but I dodged subconsciously.

I found that the body of the construct warrior began to undergo some obvious changes.

The middle-aged magician failed to catch me, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. He lay on the carpet and shouted hoarsely: "Come on! Come on... my Supreme God of Magic, you What exactly did you do?"

I didn't pay attention to him at all. At this moment, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me. I found that the wound on the abdomen of the constructed soldier in front of me had begun to heal, and the cotton thread was quickly wrapped in the skin. , only faint traces of silk threads can be seen.

The flesh and blood on the wound seemed to have a new life, those muscle fibers began to squirm, and intertwined together to form a more complete muscle tissue, and the broken bones also grew new stubbles little by little.The black hole on the shoulder formed a vortex of flesh and blood, and countless sprouts grew out of the black hole, filling the black hole little by little.

The door of the carriage was slammed open from the outside, and two second-ranked warriors rushed in from the outside, and then the Duke of Samoyed walked in quickly, and he asked in a loud voice, "What happened?"

However, at the moment when the second-rank constructed soldier slammed open the door, the seriously injured constructed soldier lying in front of me suddenly opened his eyes, his muscles tensed, and the greenness in his eyes faded away. The cobweb-like green marks on his body also began to fade rapidly. He sat up suddenly from the bed, then took a deep breath, supported the bed board with one hand, and covered his chest with the other, his pupils gradually woke up from the out-of-focus state .

As if he had been through a nightmare, his eyes were blank. At this time, he happened to see the Duke of Samoyed rushing in from the outside. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he blurted out: "Father, why did you come here?" ?”

Then I saw the middle-aged magician sitting on the carpet in the carriage, and asked him impatiently: "Master Dunlop, how is the battle outside? Has our Constructed Knights retreated safely?"

The middle-aged magician seemed to have been terribly frightened. For a moment, he covered his throat with his hand, hesitating and speechless.

"Zach, is your injury healed?" The Duke of Samoyed showed excitement on his face, walked to the construction warrior in two steps, and put his hand on the wound on his shoulder. At this time, the construction warrior Zach The light green marks on the shoulders also faded little by little, and what appeared in the eyes of the Duke of Samoyed was pale pink skin, which was exactly the color of the new skin after the scabs had fallen off from the wound.

The Duke of Samoyed looked at the wound on Zac's abdomen again. Except for a centipede pattern, there were almost no other traces left on his abdomen.

"Ah! I remembered. It seems that I was stabbed through the collarbone when I finally fought with the Spider Warlord..." Zac's memory door was opened by him little by little, and he began to hear the things he had experienced before.

He turned his head to look at the clear scar on his left shoulder, and continued to recall.

"I was also cut through my abdomen by his tentacles..." He stretched out his hand to touch his lower abdomen, and saw the healed scar, and said to himself: "I thought I would die in battle, but... I seem to Come back to life! Father, where is this?"

"Imperial Capital, I brought you to the Imperial Capital." A gratified smile appeared on the Duke of Samoyed's face, gently stroking Zac's curly short hair.

"This is the imperial capital?" Zach couldn't wait to look out the window, eyes full of curiosity.

"Before you enjoy the beautiful scenery, I think you should express enough gratitude to those who saved your life!" Duke Samoyed said to Zach.

The Duke of Samoyed glanced at me with friendly eyes.

"Who saved me? Master Dunlop." Zac seemed to be particularly dependent on this middle-aged magician, and was used to asking him about many things.

The middle-aged magician sat on the ground and still didn't get up. He pointed at me with his finger.

Zach stood in front of me solemnly. He was taller than me by two heads. I had to raise my head to see his face. He knelt on the ground on one knee. This is definitely not a formality. It's that he does this so I don't have to look up to him anymore.

He stretched out his hand in front of me and said to me sincerely: "My name is Zach, thank you for saving me, and I hope to be friends with you."

"Jijia, nice to meet you." I smiled at him and said.

I don't know much about the Duke of Samoyed's family.

I only know that the Marquis Armand, the former lord and consul of Tanton City, was the son of the Duke of Samoyed. Earl Si once met me once in Trume stronghold.The Marquis of Armand seems to have died in Tanton City, and now their family has probably been reunited in heaven.

Unexpectedly, this young constructed soldier was actually the son of the Duke of Samoyed. No wonder the Duke of Samoyed would do everything possible to send these seriously injured people to the Campbell Nursing Home.

At this time, I heard the Duke of Samoyed say to me with a smile: "Jijia, if you are sure to wake up the two wounded, then we don't need to go to the Campbell Sanatorium, it is better to go to my manor Sit down, you and young people like Zach should have a common language."

Looking at the two wounded who were wrapped like mummies, and thinking that there were still a few drops of concentrated 'life essence' left in the magic pocket, he nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)