Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 46 Numbness and Madness

For this attack, Zhang Yuan also paid a terrible price. Just as he was about to sever his throat, the jackal took the opportunity to swing his sword at his back.

Even though Zhang Yuan barely managed to turn his body slightly while swinging his sword after sensing the attack, the sword still landed squarely on his back despite the protection provided by his mage armor. Blood gushed out, and the cut muscle stretched outwards along the wound, almost reaching the bone.

Zhang Yuan had never suffered such a serious injury before. Even when he first encountered the burrowing worm, he had never suffered such a great loss.

The excruciating pain in his back surged through Zhang Yuan's nerves like a tidal wave, and he almost couldn't hold the knife anymore. He even considered just passing out and ending it all.

But his will to survive wouldn't allow it. When the jackal continued to relentlessly swing its sword and approach, he almost instinctively rolled away to dodge the blade. The moment his wound on his back came into contact with the sand and dirt on the ground, the feeling of being cut into a thousand pieces almost made him cry.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yuan staggered to pick up his longsword and almost instinctively fended off the jackal's attacks.

Sword swings, parries, thrusts, deflections, dodges, rolls—these movements learned in training, along with fragments of memories, reprimands from Skater, and lessons learned from being knocked down time and again, were finally brought together and displayed in his hands.

As if hypnotized, Zhang Yuan numbly and ferociously swung his longsword again and again until someone grabbed him from behind, and the intense pain brought him back to his senses.

Someone was attacking him—this was Zhang Yuan's instinctive reaction. Just as he was about to retaliate, the indistinct voice in his ear finally became clear: "Stop, stop! We've won, we've won! There are no enemies, no danger! Chanem, can you hear me?"

Where are the enemies? No enemies? Safe? Really safe? Who is Chanem? Who is Chanem? And who am I?
A flood of questions overwhelmed Zhang Yuan's consciousness. His mind was practically frozen, and he stood there blankly for a long time before he came to his senses.

"Right, I am Zhang Yuan, I am from another world, I am Zhang Yuan, I am Chanem, Chanem? Where are my companions? Did we win?"

He turned to look at his companion, his neck turning so slowly, like a rusty old robot.

"Yes, we won. Your opponent is dead. We won."

The big guy let go and patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder, and Bud also came over and patted him, but he could only pat his waist.

"That bastard is dead? How did he die?" The man gritted his teeth, the pain in his back surging relentlessly, making him even more furious and enraged.

"You killed him, good heavens, it was a terrible sight. You hacked him to pieces, leaving not a single piece of skin intact."

"Was it me who killed it?"

"Yes, even after the other person was dead, you still wouldn't stop, you didn't even spare the corpse."

As he spoke, Bard pointed to the ground, and a picture that looked like an oil painting made with tomato sauce came into view, giving it a very abstract feel. In any case, you couldn't tell that it was a humanoid creature before.

Once Zhang Yuan came to his senses, he roughly understood what had happened, but he never imagined that such a frenzied state could happen to someone as steady (and timid) as himself.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. He had lost his mind and was completely focused on the enemy in front of him. This state of mind had helped him turn the tide of the sneak attack, but if he had been targeted by other gnolls while he was no longer vigilant and aware, there would have been no other possibility but to be beheaded.

Fortunately, the teammates did not fail. They killed all the remaining enemies. Except for Xiao Xiao, who disbanded on his own after the battle ended and the timer expired, the rest of the teammates were all injured but none of them died.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Zhang Yuan felt the wound on his back becoming increasingly painful. He hadn't felt anything when he was acting crazy, but now the pain was so intense that tears were about to fall. He quickly took off his shirt and asked his teammates to help bandage it.

Münster, who came to help, glanced at the wound and said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Minor injury? Zhang Yuan was so angry he almost laughed. What about a serious injury? Cut in half at the waist?
Bard, who was standing nearby, spoke up: "Your wound isn't as bad as it looks. Anyone who continues to fight with this kind of injury would have their wound worsen even if they didn't bleed to death."

He said with a bit of a puzzlement, "But apart from turning white due to blood loss, your wound shows almost no other signs of deterioration, and it's not even bleeding much anymore. Your physique is almost as good as that bastard Kegan's."

"If my wounds were already scabbed over, I'd be up and drinking by now." Kagan's words carried a hint of disdain, clearly showing his pride in his physique. However, the curious look in his eyes as he examined his wounds betrayed that he wasn't entirely calm inside.

Knowing his own limitations, Zhang Yuan, lying on the ground having his teammates clean his wounds, felt incredibly fortunate and grateful to his system. If it weren't for his constitution, now at a high 18 points after adjustments, both the time he was choked and this vicious wound on his back would have killed him instantly, not to mention the subsequent worsening of the injury.

The seemingly insignificant attribute templates actually form the foundation of one's abilities. Whether it's the rapid progress during training or the valuable margin of error brought by physical fitness, these are things that are difficult to make up for later.

Generally speaking, people often imagine howling in pain when their wounds are being treated.

After finally finishing the treatment and preparing to bandage the wound, someone pulled out the bottle of disinfectant alcohol: "Münster, spray this on the wound."

Even though I'm in good health, I'm still afraid of tetanus, so it's always good to be cautious.

Little did he know that as soon as Münster opened the bottle, he was surrounded by two short wine barrels.

"No, no, absolutely not! How can we waste such good wine like this?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan was so angry he almost had a stroke: "Do you think my life is worth less than a bottle of wine?"

"Ah, yes." "Don't get me wrong, I just meant it's a waste."

The words were different, but the meaning was the same. Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan's face darkened even more, turning from a storm cloud to the bottom of a pot.

"I'll figure out a way to get some strong liquor. Anyone who tries to get their hands on this bottle of medicine, don't ever come asking me for alcohol again."

"Don't lie to me, this is a bar, how could it be a potion?"

"Magic? I added magic to it. It just smells like wine. Also, shut up, I'm in a lot of pain right now, ahhhhh~"

As Münster poured alcohol onto his wound, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, ripped through the calm night sky.

Perhaps the fierce battle earlier had frightened away the other wild beasts in the jungle; in any case, the rest of the journey was uneventful, and the four of them returned safely to Belgost.

After saying goodbye to Kegan, the three of them returned to the Happy Street Performers, much to Ska's surprise.

The three men were covered in wounds, large and small, especially the novice mage, who was wrapped in thick bandages and looked weak and listless, like a wilted rooster.

"What happened to you? Did you run into robbers?" Ska was completely bewildered.

"I guess so, after all, gnoll bandits are still bandits." Zhang Yuan lay sprawled on a table and refused to move.

He then stayed in that position and explained the whole story to the cheap captain.

Upon learning what had happened, Ska felt that this newbie was really lucky. If it weren't for Kegan's involvement and the unexpected magic cloak, all three of them would probably have perished in that forest.

Knowing that the other party had been working hard for the mage profession, Ska didn't blame him too much. He had chosen his own path, and he was prepared to pay the price for it.

He simply sighed and said, "Your injuries need time to heal. Why don't you stay here and recover first, and then report back to Baldur's Gate when you're fully recovered?"

"No need, my injury isn't that serious. Besides, you wouldn't be able to find the prophet without me. I have to go back with you." The person raised their head to retort, but this aggravated the wound on their back, causing them to grimace.

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