Garrus immediately shouted loudly and stopped in front of the motorcade.
Seeing him suddenly rushing over from the roadside with an eleven or twelve-year-old girl in his arms, the coachman was already trying to stop the carriage.
But, it's still too close.
When the driver saw Gallus coming out of the roadside, he was already less than five meters away from Gallus. Even though the speed of the convoy was not fast, it was already too late to stop now.
At this moment, Garrus pulled out his left hand from behind Lina like a conditioned reflex and pressed it forward.
Suddenly, a transparent red frame appeared in front of his finger.
Unlike An Ruosi who had to write it one by one, the red box diagram itself was filled with dense formulas.
The afterimage of Garrus's fingers almost dancing in the air. In just a moment, he erased four-fifths of the formula in the diagram. The remaining part naturally established, and the transparent red diagram suddenly expanded in a circle, and the color
It also turned into a clear crystal blue color.
In an instant, four translucent golden chains as thin as a little finger emerged in the air, intertwined with each other at extremely fast speeds, and intertwined into a thin mesh wall.
Afterwards, Garrus immediately launched the wall. Perhaps because he was too hasty when releasing the witchcraft at the beginning, the transparent wall with entangled chains flew slightly off the mark, but at least it hit the closest part.
The carriage in front of me.
When the horse just hit the wall, it seemed like it hit a shadow, and nothing happened.
The thin wall didn't collapse or even bend. It didn't make any sound.
But at that moment, the white horse, which was still pacing forward despite trying to stop, suddenly stopped.
This is the wall of slowness, a four-ring witchcraft of the enchantment system.
The effect is not to imprison or stagnate, but to attenuate kinetic energy.
Although there are also normal uses like what Garrus is using now - such as stopping cavalry charges, or intercepting flying props, this witchcraft does not require the player's imagination.
There are many uses.
For example, if a person jumps from a high altitude, as long as the height is not very high, he can use the wall of slowness to eliminate his own speed and reset his falling speed to zero before landing; or when a person is knocked up, he can use the wall of slowness to reduce his falling speed to zero.
The wall will stop him from flying, and he will remain stagnant in the air for more than half a second.
Basically, it can be said that all gold-level enchantment wizards will know this witchcraft very well. The status of this witchcraft among the enchantment wizards is basically the same as the status of flash magic among combat wizards.
But even though it was used so often, and it was only a four-ring witchcraft that a black iron wizard could cast, it still caused a lot of damage to Garrus because it was forced and instantaneous.
The knuckles of Garrus' left hand made a crackling sound. His little finger was bent unnaturally.
His complexion had turned pale, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, but his body did not tremble at all.
"I know it's rude...but for the sake of God, please! Master Healer! Please save this child!"
Garrus begged in a very respectful but urgent voice.
This kind of temperature has exceeded the limit that humans can bear. Garrus saw that little Lina's snow-white skin had turned crimson, and her brown hair had lost its luster. She seemed to feel no pain, but her breathing became harder and harder.
rapid.
After five or six seconds, an old sigh came from inside.
"Come in."
Like a sinner who has been forgiven, Garrus straightened up in surprise, but at this moment, the broken left hand he placed behind Lina accidentally touched Lina's back, and Garrus's face turned pale again.
Bai, couldn't help biting his lips.
But he had no time to worry about his own pain. He took a step back and jumped onto the carriage with one strong step.
When he opened the white curtain that represented healing and went in, he was slightly stunned.
The person sitting inside was not the doctors wearing ominous black trench coats, but an elderly priest wearing a white robe.
He was so old that one doubted whether he would fall to death directly. His wrinkled skin had collapsed inwards, and the deep darkness near his eye sockets made it almost impossible to find where his eyes were.
Inside the carriage, which was not very spacious. In addition to the old priest, there were two men wearing shabby cloth robes with weak breaths, lying on the side as if they were in a coma.
Although he felt a little curious, Garrus was in no mood to care about them at the moment.
He just handed Lina to the priest with great humility.
...Anyway, when it comes to treating this problem, there is probably not much difference between a priest and a doctor.
At this moment, he had subconsciously forgotten his identity as a wizard. But fortunately, even if the carriage was forced to stop by his witchcraft, the kind old man did not seem angry.
He just frowned and motioned to Garrus to lay Lina down on the table in the middle of the carriage. The old man took out his hand and gently placed it on Lina's heart.
Then, a light green halo flickered on the old man's grooved right hand. His eyes became a little more clear.
On the other side, Gareth was as confused as a capital beep at the moment.
He didn't even know which god's aura it was...but anyway, it wasn't from Tyr or Sivir.
It seems that the aura of the elder Gushan is also green...
"It's the plague. How did she get the plague?"
The old man turned around and scolded Garrus in a slow voice that could be described as stern.
"...I'm sorry. I don't know either..."
"How did you become a parent...Oh, young people nowadays..."
The old man frowned and glanced at Garrus again, as if he could see that he really didn't know, so he let him go.
Unknowingly, Garrus was already covered in cold sweat.
Part of it was due to the pain in my left hand, and part of it seemed to be due to the old man's power.
"Let me say it first, magic can only eliminate pain. But diseases are used by gods to punish people, and they cannot be cured by magic."
The old man gently put his left hand into his pocket and held something. At the same time, a green flame burned brightly in his right hand.
Under Garrus' nervous gaze, the old man lit his burning right hand on the little girl's body one by one without emitting any heat, and whispered something in his mouth.
There was no strong fluctuation of holy power, not even spiritual light. Garrus saw that the crimson on Lina's body gradually disappeared, her expression gradually relaxed, and her breathing became calmer.
Only then did Garrus relax. He suddenly found that his broken left hand, which had been clenched with tension, was now radiating severe pain.
"Be patient."
The old man suddenly put his hand on his left hand. He pressed it a few times seemingly gently but extremely powerfully. Then a warm current surged from his left hand, and Garrus's injury was immediately healed.
"Okay, let's send her to your treatment facility..."
"...Thank you, thank you very much...but, you just said, plague?"
After Garrus relaxed, he realized the surrounding environment: "Can I ask what hospital you are in...and these two..."
"I don't know about the plague. I'm from St. Gramain's Hospital. These two people are patients under my care. How about it? Is it okay?"
The old man's brows still didn't relax. His tone was calm, but Gareth seemed to hear a bit of disgust in it.
So, he finally realized his identity, bowed again and thanked her, then picked up Lina and rushed to the medical department.
After he left for a while, the old man showed what could be described as a cold smile.
"You two did a good job."
The old voice echoed from the narrow carriage.
The two men in ragged clothes who seemed to be in a coma before suddenly turned over and sat up, drew an inverted triangle on their chests, and prayed respectfully: "Bishop Homer has been overrated."
"May all living beings fear Kelanwo as they fear the inevitable death."
"Well. May all living beings fear Kelanwo."
The old man responded lightly, and a faint green light flashed through his half-closed eyes.
"——Praise for Decay." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net