Hearing Haiert's shouting and cursing, the running cavalry immediately made a turn to the left and right, surrounding us. The knights on the horses, with bright clothes and bright armor, long spears and swords, glared at us. Haiert and others puffed out their chests and raised their hands.
Hold the hilt of the sword and never give in.
A knight in silver armor lightly lifted the reins and came over on horseback. He didn't care about the disgusted looks of Feline and Kelly. Behind the face guard with the noble logo, his two big eyes looked straight at my face.
"I know you." He lifted his face guard with his hand, revealing his delicate face, "You are Cohen Keda."
"You know me?" I said feebly, "So what? Mr. Noble, do you want to flatter me?"
"Haha, don't worry." He said with a smile, "I don't mean any harm, it's my subordinate who is at fault, so be it!"
He bit the middle finger of his right hand, took off his thick knight gloves, and stretched out his hand to me, "I apologize to you!"
"No, you can go." I still have the strength to shake hands with him.
A knight behind him put his hand on the hilt of his sword and shouted to me, "How dare you! How dare you..."
"My name is Fichet." He glanced at the shouting knight, who immediately shut up, "I know you were injured and not in a good mood." He leaned out and grabbed my hand.
, shook it gently.
"One against three." He straightened his body and put his hands into his arms. "A person without magical martial arts actually won. I really can't believe it."
"Actually," I said, "I'm almost finished."
"Here you go." Fichet handed a vial to Feline. "Although it can't cure you, it can make you feel a little better."
"Thank you." My expression was still "We are in a hurry."
"Then I'll take my leave! I hope we still have a chance to meet..." He waved his hand, not caring about my rudeness, and a group of knights followed him and drove forward.
"Who is he? He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old." Kelly asked.
"how could I know?"
Feeling tired, I closed my eyes...
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in front of me. The loud explosion of magic combined with the clear and painful scream made me restless.
"What's that sound?" I asked Wensley.
"It seemed like the cry of a dragon."
"Dragon? Is that the thing that flew over our heads just now?"
"Maybe?"
"I haven't seen a dragon yet." My curiosity aroused. "Let's go and see."
"Okay." Feilin jumped out of the car and ran towards Uncle Maize, who was responsible for escorting me home.
The motorcade adjusted its direction, followed Uncle Maize and several guards at a distance, and headed towards the place where the noise came from.
As we got closer and closer, the sounds we heard became clearer and clearer. Uncle Maize suddenly stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, told the carriage to stop, and then quickly moved forward with a few guards.
"Dragons are very powerful beings that can use magic without chanting..." Wen Sili said to me. "My mother told me that they are very smart. They have extraordinary wisdom and a different thinking model from us.
What seems to be a normal way for people to do things will not work with dragons. In addition, dragons are very proud. Therefore, dragons rarely appear."
"Young Master! We can't go over there." Uncle Maize quickly turned around and said to me at the side of the carriage, "Both the team and the white dragon were injured. They are all finished."
"Is it really a dragon?" I asked, "Or a white dragon!"
"It's a dragon, sir. But it's too dangerous, so you can't go there." Uncle Maize looked very determined.
"Let Cohen take a look..." Felin said softly.
"No!" Uncle Maize said, "I will never agree!"
"Felin." I smiled and said to Feilin, "When you ask Uncle Maize to do something, you have to hold something in your hand. For example, now, you have to hold a water bag and say to the uncle: Uncle Maize
There's a lot of sweat on your head! Give you some water."
"Is that so?" Weisha jumped out of the car, stood on tiptoes, and raised the water bag in her hand high. "Here's some water for you, Uncle Maize."
"Sir..." After taking the water bag, Uncle Maize's eyes turned red, "Guard dismount and protect the carriage!"
"If anything is wrong, take the young master away immediately." Uncle Maize said to the coachman in a low voice.
With a giant white dragon at the center, traces of various uses of magic were scattered around. The weeds on the grass were uprooted, and large holes were made on the ground, exposing black soil. The corpses of knights and horses were lying in various directions.
On the ground, there are still icicles that have not melted...
Dragon, is that the dragon lying in the middle? The huge body, strong wings, and the same red blood flowing out from under the scarred white body...
Suddenly, he seemed to feel the vibration of the carriage. Long opened his eyes, shook his head feebly, and stared at us with his black, deep eyes.
The coachman was stunned, and the hand holding the reins seemed stiff...
"Wait a minute!" I stopped Mafa from kicking away the driver and getting on the carriage. "Don't rush away yet."
"Help me out of the car." I said to everyone in a daze, "Help me out of the car!"
Perhaps knowing that I was determined, Haiert and Moya carried me to the side of the dragon. The white dragon flapped its wings and struggled for a while, but still did not stand up.
"This man is not dead yet!" Jack from behind helped someone up, "That's the man named Fichet!"
"There is still hope." The magician accompanying me looked at me.
"Save him." I looked at Fichet who had his armor removed, and there was no trace of blood on his handsome face... I remembered the medicine he left for me, so I just helped him once!
"There are many scars on the body." Uncle Maize pointed at Bailong's chest and said to me, "The most fatal one is here. This wound was caused by the Dragon Slaying Sword."
"Dragon-slaying sword?" I asked puzzledly. I only knew that there was a dragon-slaying sword, but it was not from this world.
"Yes, the Dragon Slayer Sword. It is a weapon invented by the Dragon Slayer. It is covered with special materials on the metal. Because dragons are powerful creatures and have advanced recovery magic, ordinary injuries will heal quickly." Uncle Maize
Said, "But if you are injured by this extremely rare weapon, the recovery magic will be useless. The wound will not heal and will continue to bleed until death."
"Why did you invent such a cruel weapon?" Weisha asked with a pale face.
"Other weapons do little harm to dragons, but killing a dragon brings great wealth and fame to the dragon slayer."
"So dozens of people kill a dragon and then feel complacent. What did she do? Let you treat her like this!"
A majestic and powerful voice came from the sky.
I raised my head and saw more than a dozen giant dragons of different colors floating silently above our heads. I wonder where they came from?
Suddenly, the sharp scream of metal from the drawn sword filled my ears.
"You leave! Leave that person behind!" A red dragon landed on the ground and raised its proud head. "We already know that this matter has nothing to do with you."
"How do you know?" I asked, "We haven't spoken yet!"
"Dragons don't need to use words to communicate." The red dragon said, "This dragon on the ground who is about to end his life told us."
I turned around to look, and Bai Long's eyes were still deep, but they were more peaceful than before.
"Can you save him?" I asked Honglong, maybe because of my physical condition, I am very soft-hearted now.
"She was hit by that dirty weapon from hundreds of miles away. We have no choice..." Red Dragon's voice was filled with sadness. "We can only take her back to our hometown and hope that she can survive until that moment."
So, isn't that the same as me? I never thought I was not the only one to have such a fate.
"What about him?" I asked.
"This dragon slayer?" Red Dragon's eyes were sharp. "He must be responsible for his actions. He will die."
I lowered my head and looked carefully at Bailong's wounds. Typical trauma, piercing diagonally from the skin, not very deep, and the injured area was not very large... It should have been when Bailong was stabbed in the muscle during strenuous exercise.
The scars on the body are intertwined...
"If you help me," I said to the red dragon, "I can try to treat it."
"Treatment? Magic is ineffective on such wounds." The red dragon stretched his head over, and Uncle Maize was so nervous that he quickly stood between us and blocked me with his body.
"I can try." I said to Uncle Maize's back.
The red dragon raised his head and looked into my eyes from above, and I looked back at him.
"Okay! I can help you!" Red Dragon's body stretched, and then shrank rapidly without warning. Before I could even blink, he had turned into an old man, "What do you need?"
?”
"I... need a clean space." I was a little overwhelmed by his changes, and I stuttered, "I also need some equipment, and in addition..."
"I can satisfy your request." After listening to what I said, the red dragon said, "If it doesn't succeed, because of your respect for life, you can leave safely."
"You can call me Lei." The red dragon came over and held my body instead of Haiert. The other dragon also turned into a human and walked over. I nodded to Haiert and answered Lei, "We can start."
Without any sound, a giant sphere emitting white light formed around it. The sphere of light shrank, and the air inside flowed rapidly and steadily. The sphere of light slowly shrank, covering us and the white dragon lying on the ground...
"Let me know his body structure first." I said to Lei.
Lei looked at me with his eyes, and a picture emerged in my mind, with bones, muscles, and blood vessels appearing one by one...
It turns out that dragons communicate in this way, which is really convenient.
"Now, use your sharpest instrument to cut the skin with the wound as the center." I gestured with my hands with difficulty.
The other transformed dragon held a transparent slender knife in its hand. According to my request, it made three cuts in the skin above the wound.
"Fix it with something and lift up the skin... Yes, first check whether the internal organs are injured." Seeing the dragon holding the knife shake his head, I continued, "If the internal organs are not injured, then it must be blood vessels! There are blood vessels around here."
Two great blood vessels, find them."
"found it……"
"Have you seen clearly where the blood is flowing?"
"I saw it, what should I do next?"
"Use something to stick at the front of the blood vessel to prevent it from bleeding again..."
Long used extremely gentle movements to clamp several clamps on the blood vessels. The dexterity of his hands amazed me...
"When dragons are injured, will their blood coagulate?" I asked Lei.
"It will condense! And very quickly!" Lei tried his best to cooperate with me and did not use spiritual communication.
"That means the wound contains other substances! It prevents blood from coagulating..." I thought hard and remembered Uncle Maize's words, "Check the foreign matter in the wound!"
"There's something gray."
I raised my head and looked carefully.
"Can you get these things off? But you can't let them stick to other places." I said to the dragon.
"Okay!" Long held the knife with his left hand and inserted his right hand into the wound. A dazzling white light emitted from his finger... After a while, he took out his finger, and the light ball on his finger had turned gray...
"These things are very sticky, but I still removed them."
"All of them?"
"Yes, there is nothing missing. I'm sure."
"Go out immediately, clean up everything on your hands, and bring in someone with dexterous hands!"
Long said nothing and left immediately...
The dragon that came in next cut off the necrotic blood vessels and muscles under my command, and then connected them with blood vessels taken from other parts of the dragon's body, and then restored and sutured them with magic. By the time it was completed, I was sweating profusely.
Face as gray as death...
I sat weakly next to the white dragon's head, watching the third dragon who had just transformed into a human form come in to take over and give him the final treatment. I said to him, "How was it? I didn't expect you to survive, right?"
Bailong didn't speak, and even closed his eyes. Holy shit...it's your savior talking to you!
"Bai Ying seldom talks." Lei said to me. "To us dragons, she is still a child."
I was about to answer when a mouthful of blood gushed out. In my eyes, the bright sky turned dark... (To be continued)