Durin's Diary

Chapter 649 Olekhov Screw

It's quite simple, right?

But the problem was that in the next few days, Durin did not see the war overlord, and the druids conducted several reconnaissance missions but returned empty-handed.

There was no way. The southern defense line was still waiting for Dulin. Without Dulin to support the city of Olekhov, and Lan En had to take care of the southern defense line. Those green insect flying units even had the courage to attack the Silver Dragon Express Regiment, so until night, Dulin could only leave his weapons and then rush over to support the Silver Dragon Express Regiment tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Du Lin followed the silver dragons to the sky above the city of Orekhov.

From a distance, we could see the greenskins besieging the fortress. The flying aliens were flying everywhere, and when they saw the silver dragons coming, they actually pounced on them.

Du Lin stood on Lina's head and no longer restrained his momentum.

And then nothing happened. The aliens fell from the sky one after another. Facing Du Lin, no matter how strong the alien was, they had no ability to resist, and they didn't even have the courage to escape.

When the aliens fell, the greenskins only wished they had a few more pairs of legs - these days they also knew that the human side had strong ones who could suppress their aerial alien units. Before Durin came, they were extremely arrogant. After the silver dragons suffered losses, they took advantage of the darkness before dawn to start the attack today, but they did not expect Durin to come today.

Now, they fled all the way, and the silver dragon breathed wildly behind them, until the crossbow began to counterattack in vain. In order to prevent the young silver dragon from being seriously injured, Dulin ordered the silver dragons to retreat back to the fortress, and then threw several continuous fireballs at the camp, and then they landed in the city of Orekhov.

As soon as he landed, the commander of Orekhov City, his face covered in blood, came up to him and said, "Oh my God, I thought we were finished."

"I'm here now," Du Lin explained awkwardly. Hearing that greenskin War Overlords had appeared outside the northern capital, the commander sighed helplessly. "Although we all know that such a large-scale greenskin invasion will inevitably involve War Overlords, witnessing them does require priority handling."

"Don't mention it. After we injured it, this guy hid. The greenskin camp is so big that it is impossible for us to enter their camp for reconnaissance. We have been waiting for several days, and now we can't wait any longer." Du Lin said here, and suggested that he should go and see the wounded first and save as many as possible.

The commander nodded. He had gone to see a doctor, too. It was just a minor injury, so there was no need for divine treatment.

Du Lin rushed to the emergency room and began to identify the wounded one by one.

When he encountered someone seriously injured, Du Lin would give divine instructions - if someone was seriously injured on the battlefield for the sake of civilization and justice, even if they had some minor faults, they would be cleansed and exonerated.

If you encounter a minor injury, as long as the person does not lose an arm or a limb, use medical surgery and medicine.

If someone has pneumothorax, just use a small iron pipe to make a hole in the lung - don't worry about whether it is a rough operation, just save the person's life first.

Then he saw Austin Jacobs with his broken arm and a bandage hanging around his neck.

At this time, he was sitting on the windowsill of the medical area with a stubble on his face - wounded people like him could not be allocated a bed.

However, considering his injuries, it is impossible to send him to the front line. But if it is just a broken arm, there is no need to waste precious divine spell slots.

So he could only sit there.

"Mr. Austin, are you also from the press corps?" Du Lin greeted curiously, and at the same time, walked past him and began to check the unlucky guy on the bed next to him. The latter had a bug bite on his face and his nose was gone.

"Yes, I was injured when a bug knocked me off the city wall. Luckily, I bounced off the awning on the street and didn't fall to my death." As he spoke, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. Just as he was about to take out a cigarette, Du Lin used the magic hand to give him a golden box: "Here, smoke a cigarette that won't hurt your lungs. I'll treat you."

"Thank you, sir." "Call me Du Lin, since we've known each other for a long time."

Du Lin said while comforting the wounded: "As for the nose, a healing spell can fix it. Your injuries are not serious. Other than the nose, they are all sprains and falls. You are lucky."

However, his current condition is that his injury is minor, so he can only expose the wound first. He can only get his turn after the wounded who really need divine power have received treatment.

"When can it be cured?" the young man asked in a deep voice.

"Wait until people like the comrade on your right who is receiving first aid have received treatment." Du Lin said as he walked around his bed and joined the crowd of people receiving first aid.

The wounded man had a small wound on his right chest, but it was pierced by a broken spear.

The therapists were discussing whether the wound had damaged the artery. Du Lin took a look at the condition of the injured person - when he pressed, there was no arterial pulse.

"Prepare to treat fatal injuries." Du Lin said as he took out a dose of sedative from the medicine cabinet cart beside him and injected it into the wounded.

"Ready." The grassland elf priest who had been arguing about the need for immediate first aid stood on the other side.

Durin's wizard hand reached into the wound and said, "The spear has barbs on the front. You can't pull it out. Just go through it. Tall Hoof, come and help carry the wounded."

The high-hoofed priest called by Durin lifted the wounded man without saying a word. Durin pierced the wounded man's chest directly with his spear, and then his fellow priest shot a fatal wound treatment at the wounded man.

After examining the broken spear, Du Lin concluded, "There might be some wood chips left inside the wound, but at least it's better than losing his life. However, after this serious injury, his lung function may never return to its former state. I suggest he retire or try to become an instructor in the rear."

Du Lin made it clear that he didn't want the wounded soldier's superior to send him to the battlefield again - lung residue is difficult to deal with in this era. It is true that the lungs have compensation, but if there is residue, there will be problems when they move. In battle, this problem that is usually not a problem may cause death.

"The wounded may feel pain after waking up. Analgesics can be used, but it is best to maintain a certain amount. It is best not to be addicted. Are there any techniques to stop addiction?" Du Lin is a warlock and is not very proficient in the various spells of the mage department.

"Mages have it, but the spell materials are quite expensive. We will do our best." A priest replied.

"That's good. Are there any other seriously injured people?" Du Lin asked.

The priests shook their heads.

Well, Du Lin understood that if the situation was more serious, they would probably have died.

As I walked along, I saw many dead soldiers. It seemed that the city of Orekhov could not be without me.

Returning to Austin, Du Lin sighed again at the middle-aged man sitting on the windowsill: "You're already the deputy editor-in-chief, why are you here?"

"All the newcomers are married, and I'm the only one who's still single. If I don't come, who will?" Austin smiled and took another puff of his cigarette. "As a human being, all we want in life is to live with a clear conscience."

(End of this chapter)