In the cave with fire, the bodies of thirty or forty dwarves were lying down in a row, and their clothes were slightly different. A small number of them knew that they had been in this cave environment for a long time at a glance.

Not only has the dust on the clothes never been cleaned, but even the hair was stuck in strands by oily mud.

However, the other majority of dwarves are slightly different. It is not that they will be a little cleaner than others, but that they do not have the feeling of dust covering. There is no difference in other things, and they are the same without paying attention to hygiene.

The only difference may be that the dwarf leader who was sitting in the middle of the cave, his once luxurious clothes had been soaked in blood, and several arrows flashing with blue and white light were inserted on his chest. His right hand, which once held the golden battle axe, had already left his arm and stayed alone.

The broken wound was extremely flat, and you could tell at a glance that it was cut by a sharp weapon.

And the last place he guarded was a stone table, a pool of dark powder piled up there, shining with strange light against the backdrop of the fire.

Horimion held a black warhammer in both hands and stood beside the stone table in a daze.

The black crystal ball suddenly tangled with a breathtaking fire before all this happened. You could tell at a glance that someone was operating behind the scenes. Horimion had already determined that the black crystal ball had strange abilities, so after killing the dwarf blocking the way, he attacked it as soon as possible.

After being hit by the sledgehammer, the crystal ball exuded a thrilling momentum. While it was shattered into powder, a black smoke rose directly and flew out quickly towards the passage when Horimion came.

However, looking at it like this always gives people a feeling of running away in panic.

After a while, Horimion was the first to wake up from being shocked, and the Twilight Knights who followed Horimion also woke up from their coma and fell into the haze of memories and thoughts.

They did not suffer any decent resistance in the battle with the dwarves, so they were able to quickly support when Horimion fell into a tough battle, but in the end they were wiped out at the moment when the crystal ball shattered.

Even the oldest Twilight Knight has only been heard in the family legends, and it is exclusive to the Sindari Elf.

"Sweep the battlefield, our mission has been completed." Seeing that his companions were not hurt, Horimion threw away the black warhammer in his hand and issued a new order.

He himself carefully observed the environment in the cave and was preparing to report everything that happened here to Alan, who was recovering from the city.

At this time, the Winterreyborg was in chaos and there were a lot of noisy shouts one after another.

"Stretcher, stretcher, there is a broken leg here." "The injury medicine is needed here, is Miruwo still there?" "Tell me, let me give you a second, let me give you a second, the wounded here needs his Majesty's personal treatment."

Unlike the noisy sounds, the doctor's treatment, the transfer of wounded people, and the protection of soldiers are all very orderly, and there has been almost no collision. Everyone is completing their job in a tacit understanding.

"You should seek help from other wise men, rather than face it alone, that's too dangerous. You should cherish your life, at least find a way to tell me before you start. The situation just now was too dangerous. If I didn't happen to be a guest at the Eagle's Nest and just happened to look at the East, it wouldn't be too late to get here."

Gandalf, who was recovering his strength, was filled with blame and care in his words. He had just confronted Zoro and consumed most of his strength, and his sweat even wet his long gray beard.

Even the already lit pipes only took a sip occasionally, and spent most of the time breathing.

Alan, who was sitting on the side and recovering his strength, looked at the open space in the castle with a heart of Yuji.

He also woke up a little at this time. After passing the Battle of Black Gate and the trip to Moria, he began to blindly believe in his ability and underestimate Zoro, who had lost most of his power, so he had this experience today.

"Dear Gandalf, I accept your concern, because it is indeed a very dangerous thing, but what I want to say is, how can it be so easy to find you or other wise men? And as the ruler here, I cannot bear the temptation of my people being subjected to darkness, not even a moment or a second, and the last time I ran in Eliado to find you for several months."

As he spoke, Alan, who had recovered slightly, stood up, left Gandalf who was thinking alone, and walked towards a citizen whose head was severely damaged.

This guy was also unlucky. It was not that Allen's Imperial Guards intended to attack his head, but that when the soldier was attacked by black smoke, the weapon in his hand flew out due to the impact, and it happened to smash him into a skull that was broken and accompanied by eardrum bleeding.

In this era, this is equivalent to a mortal injury. Even when James was in Minas Tiris, he had exchanged a lot of treatment skills with the local medical hospital, but he could not heal this kind of injury.

But Allen's ability can cope with it. After a burst of white light, the chest of the injured person who was breathing rapidly gradually stabilized and soon escaped from danger of life. All that remains was to recuperate for a long time.

At this time, only Alan, a wounded soldier who was so serious that he was about to die, would take the opportunity to treat him.

Because he was completely holding on to his spirit and persevering at this time, there were still quite a lot of citizens gathering outside the gate of the castle. Until everything had a result, Allen could not leave here.

However, the citizens who were seriously injured were a minority after all. Most of the time, Allen just needed to sit there quietly, which was enough to shock everyone present. Even the citizens standing far away were just waiting for the result anxiously without making a sound.

After all, Alan had already come forward to briefly describe what happened today at the first time of the incident. After experiencing such a terrifying event, these residents gathered at the entrance of the castle just silently prayed that their relatives would not be hurt too seriously.

Not long after, James walked towards Allen with a piece of parchment. The priest, who was much younger than when he came to Middle-earth, had a sad look on his face because the wounded were in a very bad condition.

"Allen, look at this." As he said that, James handed over the parchment full of writing.

Summary and report of wounded people:

Five seriously injured people who were dying have received treatment from His Majesty. They only need to go home to rest in the future.

Two hundred and thirty-five wounded people with broken bones and severe muscle bruises but not life-threatening injuries have been properly placed and sent to the hospital for recuperation.

There are several minor injuries and will be cured soon after applying the medicine.

A situation that has never been seen before, six hundred and thirty-five people.

Compared with conventional trauma, these people seem to have their lives stolen. Their skin has lost its luster and becomes pale and inelastic. Their hair is far grayer than yesterday, as if they have suddenly become a teenager. Some older wounded people even have old spots on their faces, and their spirits are in a daze and cannot communicate with others normally.

This is very strange. It is a disease that has never happened before. I hope that all the adults who have seen the report will pay attention to it.

Written by: Phoenix, recorded on the night of July 28, 2949.

Looking at the report in front of him and thinking about what had just happened, Allen soon had his own guess.

It is obvious that Zoro did not use his original power in the confrontation with himself and Gandalf, but forcibly absorbing the vitality of others to show such terrifying power. As for the way, it is probably related to those bronze jewelry.

Alan didn't know the more critical trick, but in the First Age, Zoro, who had not inherited the will of Morgoth, had the title of "magician", and had once changed into a huge vampire.

At this time, the Dark Demon Lord had so many strange abilities, even Gandalf might not be able to explain clearly.

"James, what kind of help do I need to provide you?"

Of course, his friend and court physician could not come up with such a report for no reason. Although it was a request made by Allen to record important matters, it did not mean that he needed to view every paper document.

"Allen, you also see that the symptoms shown by these people are very strange, but according to my observation, it should have lost too much vitality. In the words of Gondor, it means that they burned out their own fire of life in a short time. If you want to cure them, I need your help, to be precise, the bottle of potion you once gave me."

"I understand." Allen nodded suddenly. After all, he was not a professional doctor. He had too many things to consider at this time and did not think of this at the first time.

"I do have a little more age potion, but James, if you want to supply more than 600 people, that's completely impossible. Are you any other way?"

Even if he beat Finnis, who sells potions, he would not be able to bring out more than 600 bottles of elixirs. Although his team mastered the formula for making elixirs, he acted very secretly, and the yield was not high, and the medicinal materials needed were very precious.

However, no materials related to elves were used, such as the live elf heart or the warm elf blood. This was confirmed by Aldalia, because at the moment the elixir appeared, such rumors were circulating on the Pande Continent.

"Allen, it doesn't require everyone to drink a bottle. I know that's impossible, but the potions can be diluted, and Beorn has started to produce a small amount of Miruvo. Then I was looking for some herbs that are good for the wounded. After a certain proportion, the potions made should be able to relieve the symptoms of these people. However, to be on the safe side, I need at least six bottles of potions."

James's eyes flashed a little because he was not 100% sure that he could achieve what he said, but things always have to be done. He was kind-hearted and could not watch the more than 600 people die one after another.

There were many people in it who were his neighbors, and many people greeted him kindly yesterday. Even if it was a stranger, James, as a doctor, would do his best to treat these people.

Alan, who only needed six bottles of potions, did not hesitate for too long, because he could get the potions from Finnise at the cost price, and this also requires thanks to the Nodo Elf for his strong cooperation.

Because Ardalia sent a "friendly" cavalry army, under the leadership of Allen, he invited Finnice's team to the Nordo Forest in a desert with a lightning speed, and asked them to make a batch of potions on the spot, verifying Finnice's statement that it does not require elves' blood.

Then, the team stayed in the forest. It was not that Aldalia wanted to imprison them. After confirming that these scholars did not persecut the elves, the warlord had no interest in them. Instead, Yixingshan asked Alan to send them away from the elves' forest.

If it were the former Ardalia, it would probably still hang these humans, but for Alan's sake, the head of the elves with a fierce temperament decided to let them live. After all, these people were "invited" in the name of Alan, and they can only be said to be the fantasy version of "not looking at monks and Buddha's faces."

But these guys who were able to refine mysterious potions yelled that they would not leave after seeing the magic from Elak, saying something like "I will die in front of knowledge even if I die", as if I could give my life to pursue magic.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Finally, Alan, who has a huge demand for potions, talked to Yin Silandier, who is more open-minded, and finally left the elves with these fanatical scholars, on the condition that these scholars need to submit some potions or dinars regularly as the expenses to stay in the elves' territory.

The elves would shelter these scholars in the forest and exchange some magical knowledge under limited circumstances. These scholars did master some things that the elves did not know.

As for the benefits that Allen gained, in addition to being able to buy precious potions at extremely low prices, he also released some potions as commodities in the store in Changhe Town, which can earn more quickly the dinar that he never hates.

Therefore, the six bottles of potions are not too heavy for Allen. Compared with more than 600 healthy citizens, Rovanian is developing rapidly at this time, and any population is important.

Otherwise, Allen would not have been able to solve this crisis with such great force. His population was still too small, so few that even if thousands died, it would be extremely serious damage.

James was satisfied and left with the potion. He would start his own experiment overnight. After seeing this scene, Manid, who had been waiting next to him for a long time, came over with a dwarf.
Chapter completed!