Listening to the plain tone of Engineer Warlock Jade, Wu Ling asked curiously.
"Of course it's not a problem, but I see that your people have a lot of missing limbs on their bodies."
During the time she spent wandering around the rat-men's dungeons, she had seen many gorgeously dressed rats. However, missing ears, cracked corners of the mouth, and even missing an eye all existed among those rats. p>
For elves, this is simply unbelievable - some people may keep scars, but for problems like missing facial features, elves with status will find mages to repair them.
"We don't have healing magic, we only have potions, so of course we can't..."
The engineer warlock suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"Fuck. Suddenly I realized that I was at a loss. I shouldn't have given Rickek the magic wind technology."
Dragging the Hell Blade towards where the wounded soldiers were stationed, Eski frowned and said.
"But with the power of magic, Ikrit is destined to not be on the same side as the Parliament. It is hard to say how much he has lost. Werski, his disabled ears, may also need to be healed by the wind of life."<
/p>
"Then you..."
"It has nothing to do with us. At least for a month or two, we have to go south to human territory,"
After scratching the white hair on the back of his head, the engineering warlock quickened his pace and even ran towards the camp of the wounded soldiers, as if he wanted to get rid of those annoying things at a faster speed.
Soon, the engineering warlock was attracted by the wooden building covered by white cloth in front of him.
This is where wounded soldiers recover.
What you see in front of you is a simple wooden structure built by a relatively poor clan of rat people. It has no foundation and no reliable load-bearing structure. No one can tell clearly when it will collapse.
Walking into this place, a large number of wounded soldiers were packed together. The only thing that was considered hygienic was the three layers of white cloth padded under their bodies.
However, these ordinary clan rats have wounded soldiers.
The fact that the elves can waste their troops to bring these wounded people back is already a relatively merciful approach in this world.
According to the practice of half of the Skaven, they will be cut into pieces by other healthy Skaven on the spot to make military rations.
Walking through the big bunk where these ordinary wounded soldiers were, there was a space covered by the same white cloth. Storm Rat, who had broken a leg and was wearing a full set of armor, was lying on a wooden bed.
On a stretcher.
"What's your name?"
The engineering warlock approached the head of the bed and looked into the other person's black eyes.
"Toxide."
"What a pity."
Toxide's heart sank. The mutilated limbs of any rat he had ever seen, including those at the top, would never come back.
The engineer warlock continued.
"If the production line is not full, I would also like to ask you whether you want a mechanical leg from Skulli or a new one. However, I'd better let you grow it first."
Before Toxide could react, the engineer warlock used his claw as a knife, cut off a section of the partially healed limb, and immediately began to recite the incantation.
The spell of Blood of the Earth can only be used to heal the caster himself, so if you want to heal other people, you need to modify other parts of the spell.
These contents are all annotated at the back of the nine volumes. After the spell is modified, it can even be released as a group treatment.
The latter part of these mantras, without exception, is a call to the wind of life, making the wind of life more active and allowing more wind of life to participate in the spell with higher efficiency.
The effect of the Blood of the Earth spell increases as the time of chanting the spell increases. Therefore, as long as the injured person is not completely dead, the Blood of the Earth can probably save him.
As the sound of the incantation echoed in the room, the green water pool slowly vaporized, and the pink paws of the engineer warlock in contact with the ground spread into the air and turned into green smoke.
Then it slowly converges on the bleeding new wound that has just been opened. The first thing to be built is the green bone. The film formed by the wind of life fixes it on the originally broken bone, and then forms more skin and flesh, and even
It's hair.
Finally, a black-haired rat leg with strong muscles grew out of thin air.
"Although I have seen it many times before, how on earth can this thing return to the way it was before the injury?"
Wu Ling asked curiously.
Her own understanding of magic, that is, the potions she once created, has never been a concept for a real mage.
This time Eski cast a spell, it was also the first time she had the opportunity to ask this question. After all, she was crazy most of the time as an elf.
"That's a conceptual thing. I don't need to understand it. I just need to use my will to give it a concept. To a certain extent, it's like my wishes coming true."
“Every wish comes true, it’s quite convenient.”
"So, you should also learn magic... Tsk, if you learn magic, you will attract elves and gods..."
The engineer warlock sighed and continued.
"Forget it, on the way, you try it first. If it will attract elves and gods, forget it. But if you don't have a soul, so you can't, it's better to learn magic."
"Our God, what's wrong? Are you afraid?"
The wizard's eyes were provocative, but he only received a sneer from the engineering warlock.
"That's not true. Even if Asuyan comes, I won't be afraid."
"Your gods are too troublesome, especially the two sisters, the goddess of magic and the goddess of joy. If you are in an orthodox school and learn the magic of elves, you must make the same offerings to them, otherwise, they will use it on you.
Trip."
"That means you have to be debauched, and it also means that the Prince of Darkness is not far away from you."
"How are your legs? You try it first."
The engineer warlock switched Druzil into rat language and spoke to Toxed.
Toxide's face was intertwined with expressions of pain and shock, twisting into a mass of black tangled hair.
Looking at the regrown limbs, he still couldn't believe it. The five flesh-colored fingers stretched out and closed, but his legs still didn't lift up.
"Get up."
The engineering warlock slapped his paw on Toxide's leg, sucking in a little bit of the wind of life, which immediately caused the Storm Rat's legs to stretch straight in the air.
"Okay, your legs are fine. Take your weapons and equipment, follow me, and choose some smart scouts among the wounded soldiers and my personal guards."
"The number should not exceed fifteen. We have to cover a long distance."