When Bedivere came to his senses, he had been teleported back to the Dawn's teleportation room.
"Bedivere." After receiving the notification of Bedivere's return, King Arthur had already sent a communication: "How is the situation? Have you used the emergency escape transmission device they brought over?"
"Ah." The werewolf youth sat down on the floor with a tired face and replied: "That thing can only be used once, right? Bereld lied to me again."
"This also means that the situation is very critical, and he must let you go first." The knight said: "Severely injured? What happened?"
Bedivere placed Othello aside and waited for the rescue golems to come and carry him to the medical room: "I only have a broken leg and a few ribs here. But Othello's hands and feet are all broken, and he is still here."
In a coma." Bedivere replied: "We were fighting in that underground cave, and it collapsed during the fight. I lost consciousness while falling."
"Losing consciousness so easily?"
"I don't know why. It may have something to do with the gravity disturbance you mentioned. I felt motion sickness when I fell. I was dizzy and lost consciousness."
"Then you broke your legs... It's really not like you." The King of Knights scolded.
"I suspect that gravity disturbance has a particularly great impact on orcs... Bereld and the others don't seem to be affected much." The werewolf youth rubbed his broken leg. After the incident passed, he gradually felt that his
His broken leg ached, and he knew the pain would get worse over time, until he couldn't stand the position anymore. He needed a doctor to put the broken bones back in his leg, and he needed it now.
"So they are still fighting in that deep pit." King Arthur said thoughtfully, and also reminded: "Another batch of reinforcements has been sent down, which is the magic swordsman Solar and the leopard man Queeg.
Queeg might have problems going into the pit, I'll give him a heads up."
"Please." Bedivere added, "In addition, all the kidnapped people have been found. They were also hidden in the deep pit, tied up by a gray-white tree root. They are all still alive and in a coma.
"
"Tree roots? What kind of tree roots?"
"I don't know whether they are animals or plants, but they will attack objects with changing height differences and entangle everything that falls from above. If they are entangled, they will enter a coma. It feels like they are doing an endless cycle.
A nightmare that will never wake up. And even the flow of time will stop. Othello, whose limbs were broken, was obviously seriously injured, but he did not bleed heavily when he was entangled in the roots of a tree."
"Understood. This is very valuable information, Bedivere." The King of Knights' communication stopped for a while, and seemed to be conveying a message to other teams: "It's good to be able to get this information. You can go back and rest."
Come on."
"I believe Constantine and others are heading towards the Romani territory?" Bedivere asked.
"Yes, the [Attack Palamides] is coming to support, but the speed of that ship is relatively slow." The Knight King said: "It will take about half an hour to arrive. When the Palamides arrives,
I'll arrange a ship's doctor for you right away to heal your broken leg."
"No need." A voice interrupted the conversation between Bedivere and King Arthur, and walked into the teleportation room. It was the Archmage Logan.
"I'll just treat his injuries here, using magic." Logan said: "Your Majesty, I took off this magic bracelet for the time being. It shouldn't violate the regulations, right?"
"No, now is an emergency period, I allow you to do this." The knight said: "Then he will be handed over to you."
Then King Arthur cut off communications and concentrated on directing the battle.
"Drink it." Logan threw a bottle of something like a potion to Bedivere.
The werewolf young man took the "potion" and took a look and found that it was actually a bottle of Photon Coke. The thing emitted a cold ice-blue light through the transparent glass bottle, and the brightness was higher than anything Bedivere had seen before.
"Will you let me drink Coke at this time?" Bedivere asked depressedly.
"That is the 10,000 times concentrated Photon Coke Quantum flavor. What is added in it is the undiluted solution of Datura grass. The effect of accelerating time is comparable to my [Acceleration Potion]." Logan said: "Drink it.
.I will also use magic to heal your broken leg at the same time. Heal your injury from the inside out."
Bediwell frowned in confusion: "Is this thing going to have any side effects..."
"You will probably feel hungover tomorrow." Logan sneered: "Actually, I haven't asked anyone to test it. This is the only highly concentrated bottle made from the Datura grassland liquid that was finally extracted.
I can’t bear to use Photon Coke on other testers.”
"Okay." The werewolf young man opened the bottle cap carefully.
"Remove the mithril fluid from your leg and let me see the injury." The old mage said again.
"I have to be mentally prepared..." Bedivere swallowed. He forcibly wrapped the broken leg with mithril fluid and walked. Keeping it forced to walk will definitely make the wound expand. Now the wound is
The severed leg wrapped in fluid was probably a mess of blood and flesh, and it was probably going to explode the moment it was opened.
"It's useless for you to worry about this, stupid apprentice." Logan knocked Bediwell on the head: "Open it quickly."
"Okay." Bedivere, who was already a little concussed, was knocked and his head hurt even more. He didn't want to think and worry anymore, and this relieved the mithril fluid that wrapped his broken leg.
The mithril fluid that originally tightly wrapped the wound and acted as a bandage and splint suddenly softened and scattered like running water. It didn't hurt when the wound was tightly wrapped, but once it was loosened, the pain immediately increased tenfold, and it was so painful.
Deville was dizzy. He grinned and squinted involuntarily, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes. The scene in front of him was blurred, and he couldn't see the condition of his broken leg for a while.
But Logan stared at Bedivere's broken leg without saying a word, and his face became solemn.
"What's wrong? Don't scare me?" Bedivere saw Logan's solemn look and knew something was wrong.
"I... don't know what's going on." Even the well-informed old mage showed a puzzled expression: "But those damn mithril fluids of yours... they invaded
Did it go into your bone marrow?"
"What?" Bedivere was shocked: "Stop joking, okay!"
"See for yourself." Logan took out a large mirror from his storage pocket and showed Bedivere the condition of his broken leg.
The situation was worse than the werewolf youth imagined. He originally thought that the worst case scenario was that his broken leg was cut into a mess by bone fragments, and the blood vessels and nerves became a mess, making it difficult to repair. But in fact, except for his
The skin and flesh of the broken leg were cracked, and blood was constantly gushing out. The worst-case scenario was that the mithril fluid was constantly invading his flesh and blood, some of which had fused with the nerves and blood vessels, and even invaded the bone marrow.
His broken leg with torn flesh was not only flowing bright red, but also condensed with an icy blue metallic color, making it look like a mess.
"Damn it. Why did it become like this?" The werewolf youth was frightened and confused. At the same time, he thought that he had also used the same mithril fluid to treat Othello's wounds, so he asked urgently: "Where is Othello?"
"He's fine." Logan checked the giant Khajiit man whose limbs were broken, and had already used some basic healing magic to provide emergency treatment to Othello: "The mithril fluid did not invade his wounds. It only invaded yours. You
What were you thinking at the time? Aren't you the manipulator of mithril fluid? Why can't you even control the things you control?"
"I...don't know...?" The werewolf youth's mind was in chaos. Stars were shining in his eyes and he was on the verge of fainting. It was not just because of the concussion and intracranial hemorrhage that affected his normal health.
Thinking about it, it was also because this bad news shocked him so much that he didn't know what to do for a while.
"Will this thing... invade my body? Turn me into... a metal monster?" Bedivere said tremblingly.
"I don't know. No one knows. The mithril fluid you use is a special alloy that has never been seen in history. No one knows what its shape is and whether it is harmful."
"but......!"
"Relax first, everything will be fine, stupid apprentice." Logan could not sit back and watch Bedivere's broken leg continue to bleed profusely. Even though this treatment may not be appropriate, he still used magic to treat Bedivere's broken leg first.
Let’s stop the bleeding.
Healing magic not only consumes magic power on the part of the therapist, but also consumes the physical strength of the person being treated. After all, it uses photons to stimulate the cell tissue near the wound and activate the cells to achieve the therapeutic effect. Bedivere's physical strength is continuously being used
He was already exhausted and even more tired. While Logan was helping him treat his broken leg, the werewolf youth felt dizzy and fell asleep within a few seconds.
"How is the situation with the boss?" Lawrence also walked in from the teleportation room, taking the golems with him, while a stretcher was brought in from the magic box door, ready to carry away Bedivere and Othello.
"Just the two of us know this and don't spread it out." Old man Logan looked at Lawrence and whispered: "Those so-called mithrils are invading his nervous system along his bone marrow, gradually intersecting with his
Neural assimilation. I don’t know if this is good or bad, and I don’t know how to deal with it.”
Lawrence looked worried: "The worst case scenario is... sawing off his right leg?"
"No, it's already late. The invasion and assimilation has already reached his spine, and I'm afraid it will be connected to the cranial nerves in a few hours." Logan sighed: "Unless we need to perform surgery to remove his entire brain now."
, otherwise there is no way to prevent the invasion of fluid. And even if his brain is removed, we will not be able to find a body that can be transplanted to keep him alive. Not to mention that there is no such powerful brain surgery.
Surgery expert."
"So...he is hopeless?"
"No, it's just that we can't stop the invasion of those fluids." Logan said, "Now I can only hope that the invasion of those mithril fluids is not a bad thing. You know more about spells than I do, and the control of those mithril fluids by the spell fire."
The power is absolute, right? Since he controls the spell fire, the fluid should still be under his control...right?"