Chapter 124 A day's battle (the first chapter on the shelves)
"Treat it! I'll treat it here! Send it here!"
"Line up and come one by one!"
"Next!"
"Next!"
"Next……"
The injured knights came down for treatment one after another, and then returned to the battlefield one after another. The treatment area was noisy for a while and then quieted down. The priests ate lunch slowly, took a leisurely lunch break, then washed their faces slowly, sobered up, and started drinking tea.
chat.
They tasted the rich black tea, spread honey and jam on the freshly baked waffles, sat under the white parasol raised high in the center of the camp, and talked softly:
"There are not many casualties today."
"Yeah, the battle wasn't very intense. I haven't used half of my healing skills today - how about you?"
"I'm about the same. But it's better to save some healing skills. Who knows whether you will be seriously injured later?"
"That's right, if a seriously injured knight comes, I will hand over all the remaining spells..."
"I hope not many people will be injured tomorrow..."
"Hi, how's it going here?"
A priest walked briskly outside the camp, with a spring breeze on his face, and greeted everyone. He was wearing a light blue silk robe that fluttered gently, and his belt was embroidered with two daffodils with white silk thread. He was the second-level priest of the Temple of the Spring Goddess. Hartland
Most of the healers in the city recognized that this was the proud disciple of the great priest of the county. They all stood up to say hello:
"Priest Hilde."
"Hilde."
"We are doing well here. We have treated five knights, two were seriously injured, three were slightly injured, and the slightly injured have returned to the battlefield."
"As long as there are not many injured people, we can withstand it..."
Just as they were chatting, there was another noise in the corner of the treatment area across a row of tents. Priest Hilde turned around when he heard the sound:
"Isn't the business over there yet?"
"Over there? It's Gretel from the Natural God Church, treating the wounded soldiers..." The first priest to say hello explained casually. At this point, he was suddenly surprised:
"Why are you still busy? I almost woke up!"
"Yes!" The man next to him also discovered the blind spot, couldn't help but stand up, and turned to look:
"How long has this been going on? Haven't the spells been used up yet?"
"Interesting." Priest Hilde murmured. He raised his legs and walked towards the source of the sound:
"Have a look!"
The proud disciples of the great priest of the county wanted to see, and a group of priests naturally followed. They were shouting and swarming. As soon as they turned around a row of tents, they saw a constant flow of people in the corner occupied by Grete. People kept carrying wounded soldiers and running in and out.
.
Behind the dilapidated big tent, there were rows of wounded soldiers lying on the ground. If you look closely, you can see that the wounds on their bodies are all wrapped in bandages, and they have obviously been treated.
"Is this... treating ordinary soldiers?"
Priest Bren was surprised. He didn't know how many people were in the tent. As far as he could see, there were at least ten or twenty people lying on the ground:
"Hasn't he used up his healing skills yet?"
No one around answered. Priest Hilde stepped forward on tiptoes and lowered his head to look. Although the soldiers lying on the ground were pale and moaning in pain, at least they were still alive - anyway, they still had breath.
"Next!"
A shout came from the tent. It was low and hoarse, as if he had not drank water for most of the day. Then the door curtain opened, and two soldiers ran out carrying a stretcher and lowered the soldiers on the stretcher to the ground.
Priest Hilde came closer to take a look. The soldier had two wooden boards tied to his arms and hung in front of him with cloth straps. There were also cloth strips wrapped around his shoulders, back, and legs. It was another wounded soldier who was likely to survive...
He suddenly became curious about the priest in the tent and asked in a low voice:
"How many people has he treated? How many have he saved?"
A group of people looked at each other in confusion. Those who were familiar with Gretel, or in other words, those who worked in his hospital, were either on the battlefield or had other tasks. The others had finished their tasks and everything was fine, and no one thought about coming over.
Have a look.
Priest Hilde simply opened the door curtain and went in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the light that healed minor injuries flickering gently in the dark tent. After a moment, the caster straightened up and said in a weak voice:
"Okay, let's bandage him."
Priest Hilde took two steps forward. Only then did he adapt to the light in the tent, and saw that Gretel was a young man of similar age to himself, with a tired face and chapped lips. He was wearing strange clothes, short sleeves, knee-length shorts, and a cut.
It looks like a sack with no logo embroidered on it.
If it weren't for the healing technique released just now, someone would definitely believe that this man in front of him was a new soldier.
Someone beside him responded, took the cloth strip, and tied it to the injured soldier's leg. Priest Hilde couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound:
"His injuries haven't healed yet!"
"I know." Grete replied softly. "My healing skills are not enough... I can only save them and use them in the most important places."
Hilde was silent. He looked around. There were at least thirty or forty wounded soldiers lying inside and outside the tent. The healer in front of him had been busy until now...
"What level of priest are you...?"
"First level." Grete replied in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and could hardly be heard clearly. After answering, he immediately tried to raise his voice again:
"Next!"
Another stretcher was carried over. Gretel lowered his head and fell into busyness again.
Priest Hilde stood at the other end of the tent in a daze, feeling that he had kept too much, and it would be a bit shameful to leave. While he was struggling, two voices sounded outside the tent, almost in no particular order:
"Grete, I'm back! I'm here to help you!"
The door opened, and two warrior priests rushed in. Priest Hilde glanced at them, one was an apprentice, and the other was a fifth-level. Just as he was about to go up to greet him, Grete had already shouted:
"Change clothes! Wash your hands!"
"No problem!" The two people ran over without stopping, and only nodded hastily to Priest Hilde. As they ran, they took off their priest's robes, ran to the edge of the tent, and each changed into a set of gray and gray robes.
Very similar blouse.
Under the surprised gaze of Priest Hilde, they washed their hands carefully, all the way to the top of their elbows. Then, while smearing something on their arms, they quickly turned back:
"Gretel! Where to begin?"
"The row opposite, from left to right!" Gretel shouted to the fifth-level priest. He waved to the priest apprentice:
"Come and help me, I'm exhausted! I tell you to do it! - This is a broken bone. First use the detection magic to see where the break is..."
The queue of wounded soldiers that had just stagnated for a moment soon began to flow again with Gretel's voice.
This busy work lasted until the sky turned dark. Joanna and Alvin returned from the scout team, Priest Donald finished the logistics work, and several people joined in the treatment one after another.
Gretel was finally able to take a breath and sat down on the side, drinking water in large gulps. There was a creaking sound next to him, and Priest Hilde pulled a wooden box over and sat next to him:
"You just plan to... treat these wounded soldiers every day? Why?"
There is no point in saving lives and healing the wounded. As soon as Grete finished speaking, he shrank back and looked at Priest Hilde quietly from the corner of his eye:
How can we trick him into joining us to save people? Although this guy has never made a move, he is still willing to stand and watch for a long time. He is a player that can be fought for... The teacher said it well, we must unite all the forces that can be united...
He raised his sweaty cheeks and smiled slightly:
"Of course that's because it can improve your healing skills!"