After falling from an altitude of nearly 300 feet, it was the best result that it didn't hit everything on the spot.
The running werewolves stopped in front of a large tree that was broken in the middle, silently staring at a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten feet in the distance.
Under the pale moonlight, a sharp claw stretched out from inside.
They quickly stepped forward and watched the shortened part slowly grow back.
The tall and lanky werewolf was also there, but as if he didn't care about the life or death of the werewolf leader, he stared in the direction where the heavy sound had just come from with complex eyes.
He sniffed hard with his nose, as if he smelled something.
"Ouch!
"With a howl, a sharp claw stretched out from the pit again.
The soil was torn open, revealing the fierce face of the werewolf leader.
Blood was flowing down the top of his head, as red as his eyes.
Several werewolves jumped into the pit, but were roared to death before they even got close.
The werewolf leader opened his claws and stirred up large swaths of soil.
He stood up and roughly slapped away the claws extended by the werewolf in front of him.
It was obvious that anger had taken over his heart.
The blood-red eyes looked into the distance, which was the direction where the tall and thin werewolf was staring.
The werewolf leader's nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.
He grinned widely and looked very excited.
"Ouch--" He looked up and howled at the moon, limping in that direction.
The werewolves looked at each other for a moment, then followed from a distance.
The tall and lanky werewolf looked down at his tightly held paws and followed at the back.
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The crater at the other crash site was not big, but it left a deep mark that was not short.
Several pieces of black rags lay quietly on it.
Its edges were filled with flowing liquid, and the silvery glow was very similar to the Mithril suitcase that had fallen aside. It should have been worn off from the Mithril robe.
The drag mark mixed with mud and blood was less than one meter long. Hermione, lying on her side at the end, was breathing steadily and her life did not appear to be in danger.
Vincent, who was protected in her arms, suddenly moved his fingers.
He opened his eyes and quickly closed them again. The soft touch coming from his cheek made him take a deep breath subconsciously.
"Cough cough cough -" Severe pain came from my chest.
It's a good thing that he didn't go to see Mr. Merlin, not to mention that he wasn't seriously injured.
Vincent endured the severe pain, moved slightly away from Hermione's arms, and looked down at the wounds on his body.
If there are bruises and scratches, and you can still move, it means the problem is not serious.
He looked towards Hermione, his eyes fixed on the small pool of blood under her body that had seeped into the soil.
I remember that before he lost consciousness, he was still holding the mithril suitcase that served as a shield tightly in his hand.
"Cough cough cough -" Vincent fell back while trying to sit up and coughed violently again.
His right hand was limp and unable to exert any strength, and his internal organs seemed to be burned.
This time he was really seriously injured.
He twisted his neck with difficulty, raised his left hand and hooked it towards the suitcase.
There was no reaction, not even a move.
There is no hope of healing potions in the box, but there is still Hermione's universal medicine kit.
Vincent raised his unbroken left hand, reached for her robe, and groped for the location in his memory.
He gently put his hand into the small semicircular white cloth bag.
Notebooks, metal blocks, small mirrors...
There are a lot of things, and not too many boxy ones.
Tissue boxes, cosmetic boxes, jewelry boxes...
After all, she is a girl, so keep looking.
Finally, he touched the universal medical kit.
"Hiss—" He held his left hand on the ground, and as soon as he exerted force, he gasped in pain.
Vincent endured the severe pain and sat up, pressed the button on the universal medicine box that represented the healing potion, then raised it to his mouth and drank the potion.
Feeling a little better, he put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and tried to turn her over.
"Well--" Perhaps it was because of the wound, her closed eyelashes trembled again.
When the wound was exposed in front of Vincent's eyes, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, protected by the mithril robe, her injured area looked quite large, but it was actually not too serious.
There is a selection of white moss in the medicine box, which will not leave scars as long as it is treated in time.
Vincent didn't think much, bit the crown of the watch on his left wrist, and turned it into scissors by turning two clicks.
The frayed edges of the mithril robe had begun to liquefy, and it was only part of it that was missing that was not repaired.
He was very fortunate that the watch Linyin gave him was Mithril, and he personally transformed it into an alchemy item not long ago.
With a few clicks, the clothes near the wound and the robe were cut open.
Vincent quickly used his newly recovered strength to cast a wandless cleaning spell to remove all the dirt attached to the wound.
Then he picked up the universal medicine kit, poured an appropriate amount of white moss and spread it evenly.
After finishing all this, he lay down heavily before the mithril robe could be repaired.
Not long after, Hermione opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Vincent's sweaty side face, and then a pile of items scattered on the ground.
Scissors, universal medicine kit, cosmetic box...
When she saw the notebook, she was so excited that she sat up directly.
Vincent was completely relieved when he saw that she was so energetic.
As for what was written in the notebook, he wasn't very interested.
After all, there was still a little bit, but I was so anxious that I hurriedly took it back, probably not wanting him to know about it.
Vincent sat up with one hand supporting him, "How do you feel?"
Hermione moved her arms slightly, and her little face immediately pinched together in pain.
In addition, she also felt that something was wrong.
She looked over her left shoulder and lowered her head without saying a word.
Vincent also looked embarrassed.
I didn't pay much attention just now, but it seemed that even the small straps were cut off.
"Here...I've already taken care of your wounds." He pointed to the universal medical kit.
"Don't worry, I didn't pour too much white moss, it won't leave scars."
Hermione stared closely at his left hand.
Bloody white moss stuck to it, and there were no traces of cleaning at all.
Everyone knows that Vincent has mild mysophobia. Although she was in a coma at the time, she did not feel disgusted by it. On the contrary...
Hermione looked away guiltily, but accidentally caught sight of his limp and drooped right arm, which was bruised and swollen.
"You have a broken bone?"
Vincent nodded slightly.
Hermione grabbed the universal medicine kit, took out an exquisite tea cup from a small cloth bag, mixed the potion in a few seconds and handed it to his mouth.
"I've already drank the healing potion—"
Her eyes were undeniable.
Vincent opened his mouth blankly.
The taste is bitter and astringent, just like high-concentration dark chocolate.
Seeing him scratching his whole face, Hermione thought she had accidentally touched other wounds just now, "What's wrong? Do you still have broken bones?"
"No." Vincent pointed to her empty tea cup with his left hand, "This stuff is too bitter. What did you add to it?"
Hermione's expression relaxed, and she took the universal medicine kit and explained.