Lord Helanza

After Surdak became the deputy platoon leader of the sixth platoon, he became very busy every day.

Because of his physical relationship, Old York can't live without the experience of taking care of the sixth platoon. All of these are on Surdak's body.

Before leaving, Old York still has a lot of things to be handed over to Surdak. In addition, as a new platoon leader, Surdak, a Level 8 warrior, has to spend a certain amount of time every day to improve himself. One's own strength, as a platoon leader, the strength corresponding to at least the first rank warrior, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the masses in the army.

Fortunately, Surdak and the small captains of the sixth platoon and the sixth platoon are very familiar, and there is no hindrance in handling daily affairs.

Plums of cumulonimbus clouds piled up in the eastern section of the Gandaul mountain range, and the area of ​​Mo Yun Mountain Range has been lightly raining.

The heavy armored cavalry and the catapult are not suitable for rainy operations, so the expeditionary force has ceased fighting for two consecutive days.

For the devil on Mo Yun Mountain Range, this can be considered a rare respite.

The battle groups on the expeditionary camp have rested.

He Boqiang followed Surdak into a sheepskin tent. There was some damp in the tent. A brazier was lit in the middle. Layers of heat made the tent look like a steamer. People feel a little breathless.

Old York is a middle-aged Knight in his forties. More than 20 years of military career has caused him to suffer from an occupational disease. The scars on his body will be sore when it rains, only lying down. In the tent, a brazier can alleviate some pain. He is lying on a bear skin in a linen robe, wrinkles and scars on his face are mixed, making his face look a bit hideous, and his injuries make him tired. To cope with it, people should have gray hair and beard when they reach middle age.

Old York, lying on the bearskin bed, said to Surdak: "There is golden cider on the table. If you want to drink it, take your own cup."

Surdak is also welcome, give it to yourself He and He Boqiang each filled a glass, then grabbed two pieces of ice from the ice bucket on the side and threw them into the glass. Then, holding the glass, smiled and walked to Old York's side and sat down on a bench.

Seeing Surdak pouring out the remaining half bottle of wine unceremoniously, Old York laughed and scolded: "You brat is looking for me at this time. It will never come just for drinking golden cider. Come!"

Surdak sat next to Old York, stabbed the charcoal brazier on the side, and said, "Of course not for drinking."

He Boqiang sat with Surdak in the long chair. On the bench, he looked at this somewhat airtight sheepskin tent. Platoon's treatment in the military was significantly higher than that of Small Captain, and he could still drink in the camp.

"I heard that York's uncle's old injury has relapsed. I came here to take a look!" Surdak said to the old York.

Old York used his arms to support his body, sat up halfway from the bed, and said to Surdak: “When you get older, those internal injuries on the battlefield will always recur in rainy and cloudy days, and you will be roasting a pot. The fire can be better. You youngsters may feel that the tent is a little stuffy, no way, this kind of injury is that you can’t see the wind."

Surdak turned his head and looked at He Boqiang, and said to Old York:" This is little Dake, my best friend. He is good at treating some injuries. This is why I brought him to see you. Maybe he can help you."

"I know you, young man , You are the youngster that Duck rescued from the battlefield. You have been fighting with the second squad recently, and you are very brave in battle." Old York's sharp eyes fell on He Boqiang's body, full of oppression.

He Boqiang has a feeling, like an Earth Violent Bear staring at him.

"York uncle, don't you think Little Duck is rude, he just can't speak." Surdak said to Old York from the side.

Old York took his gaze back, and stretched out his hand to pull the linen robe away, revealing a strong arm with muscles. This is a red scar on this arm, all the way from the elbow. Extending to the back, it looked like a claw mark.

He Boqiang can almost imagine the tragic sight of Old York when he was injured. That arm must have been caught with a bone deep wound. Although this wound has now healed completely, The meridian on Old York's arm is completely cut off, and the internal injury left behind is not easy to recover.

"This was when I was fighting with a Nether Soul in the Mist Swamp, it was cut open by the bone sickle in its hand. It almost abolished my arm, and I was wiped out. His Soul Fire, I made its skull into a wine glass, this is..."

Speaking, Old York pointed his finger at a bone wine glass next to the bed.

He Boqiang didn't expect some people actually use skull bones to make wine glasses for wine. They only think that the glass of golden cider in their hands also has a musty smell of rotten bones.

He put the wine glass on the table aside, and then put the arm of Old York in one hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and concentrated one's mind ignited the seventeen nodes in the body to release these nodes. The divine aura of pale-gold, now He Boqiang can control this magical aura at will. He guided the divine power to the palm of his hand, and a faint golden glow spread from the palm of his hand and penetrated into Old York's arm a little bit.

At this time, Old York stared wide-eyed and looked at He Boqiang, and said aloud: "magician?"

"York uncle, he is not magician, he was talking to native the other day During the battle, he awakened the magic innate talent. Bajiale Swordsman said that Little Dak could sense the elements of sacred magic. At that time, he also wanted to bring Dak to the Pena Swordsman group." Surdak felt a little bit every time he talked about this. pride.

York stared at He Boqiang as if he was looking at some kind of priceless and unique rare treasure.

At this moment, he suddenly said: "Warriors who have awakened magical perception, it's no wonder that Surdak can take the second squad to hunt devil in the forest. We platoon leaders have never understood before, you Where did these boys come from? They dare to stake all on one throw and spend all their savings to buy magic scrolls to kill the devil. It turns out that this young warrior in your squad is Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation...hmph! ”

The golden glow on He Boqiang’s hand touched Old York’s wounded arm. Old York immediately stopped speaking. There was a trace of pain on his face. It was just that the painful tolerance of veterans like him had already broken through. The human limit, at this time, just because of the recurrence of old injuries in the rainy weather, the slight increase in pain made him a little unbearable.

Surdak hurriedly asked next to him: "York uncle, how about it?"

Although He Boqiang found that his sacred power has a certain self-healing ability, he has some problems with this old wound. No effect is still completely unknown.

Surdak heard that Old York had a recurrence of his old injury and was almost unable to move while lying in the tent, so he decided to let He Boqiang come over and try.

He Boqiang thinks it is better to use the "Body of Gods" on Old York to relieve his pain. When the effect of the "Body of Gods" disappears, the rainy days of Gandhar Mountain should be almost the same. It's fine.

Surdak still hopes that He Boqiang will try with divine power. Although I don’t know how effective it is, the divine aura injected into Old York’s body is still somewhat reactive.

He Boqiang only felt that the divine aura was ablating some of the indurations on Old York's body. The shape of these indurations was exactly the same as the scar on the arm. As the induration on the arm of Old York gradually melted, Old York’s face slowly eased, unconsciously Old York fell asleep deeply and fell asleep...