Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two Ordinary Soldiers Who Are Dead, I'll Treat It!
A group of priests surrounded Grete, all talking and vying to speak. Just as Grete was about to invite them in, a black pole slowly floated out from behind the tent:
"And I'm here too..."
The voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were deep and dark, looking like will-o'-the-wisps in broad daylight. On the roof of the tent, a black cat with white gloves lightly jumped down, landed in front of Gretel, and meowed softly.
"Master Linn!"
Gretel was overjoyed and hurried forward. Necromancer Linn was Gretel's guide into the field of magic. With his letter of introduction, Gretel was able to enter the mage tower to study. In the past few months, he has learned magic and learned a lot.
Magical arts and experiments, I never had time to see him, but Gretel would keep this kindness firmly in his heart.
After a few months of separation, Master Lin En was still swaying with a skull on his black robe, but the black cat's fur was much moister. It was obvious that he had lived a good life these few months.
"Master Linn, Mr. Trocca!" Gretel greeted him happily. When he saw Master Linn, he thought of the golden skeleton that could only lift his head and remove his hip bone, and he wanted to find an opportunity to do it again.
:
"Long time no see! Are you here too? I didn't see you when we set off!"
"Of course I'm coming." Master Lin En also looked ugly when he smiled, with his skin and flesh shriveled up and sticking to his skull. Only a doctor's eyes could clearly see the direction of facial muscle movement. He was really smiling:
"That old boy Gehrman protected you all from behind and went to the battlefield alone! He also deliberately hid it from me! As a result, I rushed over alone, walked in the wrong direction, and almost ran into someone from the Church of Glory!"
"Ah!" Gretel blurted out in surprise. The Lord of Radiance, as the name suggests, is the most powerful against the Necromancer. The healing spell does double the damage of throwing skeletons - "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Lin En smiled sinisterly: "Kill them two. By the way, why did you come here? Aren't you a mage!"
"But I'm a priest... I'm here to treat people this time - uh, to treat injuries and save people..."
The necromancer looked at him with accusing eyes. Priest? When you are a priest, you go to the temple! Why do you ask me to write a letter of recommendation?
In vain, I have worked so hard to write a lot of good words, and even came here to visit you...
Gretel felt a little guilty when he saw him. He took a half step back and found an excuse at random, trying to appease him:
"By the way, if you have time, come over too! When I treat injuries, I use many surgical methods - cutting people open and sewing them up, etc. - you can come over and lend a hand, and we can discuss it together.
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Lin En's eyes lit up. He looked at the tent expectantly, a little excited, and finally shook his head:
"I made an agreement with Gehrman. I'm going to go with the scout team this time. I'm afraid I won't have time for a while. - By the way, this is something I found from those bastards. Take a look and see if there's anything you can use.
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He waved, and Mr. Trocca, the black cat, jumped forward and pulled out a bag from somewhere. It fell down with a clatter, and the holy symbol, prayer book, small medicine bottle, etc., all shining brightly, fell to the ground.
Gretel subconsciously cast a detection magic. A white light shone in front of his eyes. He blocked it with his hand, and the white light on the holy symbol shined straight through the flesh, illuminating the bones of his hand clearly. Gretel was overjoyed:
"This works for me! Great!"
Level five!
A fifth-level magic item!
The X-ray light source is available!
No more borrowing it every time!
He held the Holy Emblem and looked into the distance. Outside the military camp, a small city stood on the hill in the distance. The banners on the city head were bright and reflective. It was the city they were going to capture next. Gretel followed the team for so long,
We also know that this is the city of Newark in Midland County, which is the first obstacle on the path of the coalition forces and must be overcome.
The lords of Midland County believed in the Lord of Glory, and they worked hardest to introduce the Knights of the Holy See. There was a good harbor in the earl's territory, and it was rumored that it was one of the landing points of the Church of the Lord of Glory. The Earl of Norman and his army hurriedly rushed, just to
Defeat the Lord of Midland County first, and then block the Radiant Church before it lands ashore.
"We need to attack the city..." Grete murmured. Since ancient times, attacking a fortified city will inevitably cause heavy casualties. Tomorrow's battle seems to be bearable.
He ran to the city guard's barracks early the next morning. Carrying a bucket of ink in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, he drew lines on people's arms and legs one by one:
"Turn left! Turn right! Stand up straight! Oh, okay, if you are seriously injured, tie the tourniquet here, remember!"
A group of soldiers looked at him with smiles, lined up, and obediently asked him to draw the line. Captain Cullen ruffled his hair with a smile:
"Little Grete, don't worry. We still don't know if we can win today's battle!"
Gretel looked up at him. The original owner's feelings and memories of getting along since time travel were tumbling together. He mumbled for a long time, but he could only struggle to say one sentence:
"Come back alive!"
The war started. But it was quiet here in the priest camp. Gretel could not see the specific battle situation, and could only hear the shouts of killing in front of him. The teacher told his followers, the barbarian Bernard felt itchy to hear it, and held up his big
Bone stick, stood up and sat down, sat down and stood up again. Gretel had to give him some work to do:
"Keep helping me cut the splints! Try to cut as many as you can, God knows how many people will be injured later!"
He busily prepared physiological saline, prepared alcohol, and put away cotton, gauze, bandages, and medicines. Sure enough, before noon, wounded people kept coming down:
"Scott Knight is injured!"
"Sir Terrence is injured!"
"Knight Vincent is injured!"
The priests received treatment in an orderly manner. Prayers were murmuring, and white lights rose and fell. Soon, after the knights, ordinary soldiers in simple clothes were carried and ran past:
"Save him! Please save him!"
Blood dripped down. Gretel stood by the fence of the camp and watched them go straight to the location of Melton's pastoral group not far away. It didn't take long before the sounds of pleading and shouting could be heard in the camp over there.
one slice:
"No cure!"
"Carry it away, carry it away!"
"Put it aside! The knight can't cure it yet!"
"Please save him - the captain was injured because of us, wuwuwu... He has a young son waiting at home, and his daughter is getting married soon..."
Grete's face gradually became solemn. Before setting off with the team, when the plague broke out, and even when he first arrived in this world, he heard that the priest's treatment was basically only for nobles, and whether civilians could get it depended entirely on the mood of the caster at that time.
.For this reason, he was well prepared for this trip, bringing enough supplies and preparing to treat ordinary soldiers as much as possible——
However, hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are different after all.
He sighed silently, and wanted to go over to help those people, but stopped. At this moment, there were clattering footsteps, and the two leaders of Heartland City Guards led a group of people to carry the wounded and went straight to Gray