"This mutated beast has a curse like 'continuous bleeding' attached to its claws, so he has been losing blood, and the situation is very bad."
"Approximately how long can it last?"
"Six hours. Without medicine, we can't effectively treat this kind of wound."
"Yaoyin?"
"It's the monster's claw. When preparing the potion, you need to use the grinding powder of the claw as a primer to elicit the full effect of the potion." The therapist explained.
Several people in the hall stood up in unison.
"Everyone sit down!" Kolma scolded in a stern tone: "The Danhag Law Enforcement Team has already set off! It's not your turn to be a hero in such a big school."
As she said that, she glared angrily at Nicholas, who was sitting on the side of the hall leaning against the wall. Nicholas pretended not to see it, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the deep claw marks on his arms, with bright red blood gurgling out of the wounds.
, no matter the white fresh medicine, the hemostatic charm or the sweet rain spell, they can't stop the bleeding from the wound, they can only barely slow down the bleeding speed.
This wound was left after he fought with a mutated Fugou Lord. In exchange, he also made several similar cuts on the neck of the Fugou with his wind blade.
It’s just that the Wind Blade doesn’t have the curse of ‘continuous bleeding’.
I hope the guys who drive these monsters don't care about the life and death of a bad dog. This thought flashed through the wizard's mind. If the bad dog is not caught, he will be in misery, and Feifei will probably faint from crying.
"Why didn't you retreat immediately after receiving the order?" The great sage from the North District sounded a little annoyed. This scene before him did not need to happen.
When the group of troublemakers suddenly appeared behind the defense line, she immediately issued a retreat order. However, Nicholas led his team and some other North District wizards to struggle for nearly a quarter of an hour before they began to leave the battlefield.
Although this disobedience of orders did not lead to serious consequences - more than a dozen North District wizards were injured, but Nicholas was the most seriously injured. Several other North District wizards did not even need professional therapists. After wasting a few frogs,
They healed their injuries themselves.
But none of this had to happen.
The Wizard of the North District had only been born for a short time, and Kolma's prestige was very high, so she was very surprised that this behavior that was almost disobeying military orders suddenly appeared, and she immediately recalled the patrol team to the second floor of the Sakura Tavern. Fortunately,
Only then did she discover that Nicholas's wounds were abnormal.
Otherwise, these inexperienced guys might not realize the seriousness of the matter until Nicholas faints from excessive blood loss.
Hearing Kolma's inquiry, Nicholas did not defend himself. He was considering whether to pretend to faint. He hoped that the great sage Kolma would not care about this detail for the sake of the two of them enrolling in the same year.
Just because he didn't speak out, it didn't mean that others would sit back and watch him being blamed by the great sage.
"Those sickle weasels insulted you, Great Sage!" A pale-faced, beautiful witch from the North District bravely stood up and explained in a low voice: "Captain Nicholas was injured while trying to save us."
"It's not Captain Nicholas' fault, it's our fault." Another witch with short silver hair also lowered her head and replied.
As the only member of the North District wizards who attended the First University, Nicholas easily gained enough respect in this newly established wizard group, so this time he resisted the black tide and became the captain of a North District wizard patrol.
Obviously, he did a pretty good job.
With the few words of the two witches, Kolma did a simple calculation and knew the cause and effect of the matter - nothing more than that there were some sick-mouthed weasels on the battlefield at that time, and a few powerful North District wizards were bent on protecting the country.
The glory of the sage, and as the captain, Nicholas could not abandon his teammates and leave, and was eventually attacked by the mutant beast.
This made her breath a sigh of relief in her heart - burdened with the expectations of all the North District magicians, this young wizard felt great pressure. Her previous management experience in the student union was not completely applicable to the new North District wizard.
The organization was born, and she was worried that because she failed to take precautions, the wizards in the North District would go astray.
Now, after confirming that this was just an accident, Kolma no longer intends to pursue the case any further. Since the black tide really spread into Beta Town, she has too many things to worry about.
Immediately she was a little worried, how could she end this matter simply and calmly. At this moment, she noticed a few familiar scents appearing outside the Sakura Tavern, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly before disappearing immediately.
A moment later, Liu Feifei's figure appeared at the door of the second floor. Nicholas looked around in panic, and it was too late to pretend to be faint.
"...I'm very grateful," the beautiful North District witch put one hand on Nicholas's shoulder and carefully stroked the wizard's injured arm with the other: "You bled for me."
"I regret it very much. I think if it were you, I could have lasted longer." Nicholas groaned feebly, trying to find the right opportunity to pass out - out of the corner of his eye, he had already caught a glimpse of Liu Feifei seeming to slow down.
Korma crossed her arms and watched this scene with a smile.
Another silver-haired witch made a strange whimper, crying and laughing at the same time: "You don't need to comfort us..."
"No, I'm serious." Nicholas stared at the blood pool oozing out of his arm, sighed deeply, with a melancholy face, and decided to act mean: "...Maybe the claws of that evil head can only scratch
Break your fat, or even if you bleed, you will have more blood to bleed."
Oh, no, this meanness seems to be a bit frivolous, the wizard thought dejectedly, wishing he had fainting blood.
"But when the monster charges, you know it's coming towards me." The beautiful witch raised her head, with two strings of tears on her pale face.
This was not the result Nicholas wanted.
"Give me a tube of werewolf transformation potion, and I will bite you down immediately, so that we are all even." Nicholas stared at the dark ceiling above his head and exhaled - he had discovered that no matter what he said, there was always something wrong.
It's a strange feeling, it seems that no matter what you say, it's wrong.
It would have been better if he had saved not two witches, but two chubby wizards, he thought sadly.
A tube of light blue potion appeared in his sight. He tilted his head and Korma blinked at him.
"Can I transform in this state?" He swallowed.
"This is a sedative, you should rest!"
The test tube tilted, and the blue medicine flowed out and turned into a mist, covering Nicholas' face.
Great, this thought flashed through the wizard's mind. For the first time, he felt that fainting was a better thing than being awake. From the corner of his eye, Liu Feifei had walked into the hall, and the beautiful witch had just put her hand on his shoulder.