Chapter 128 I'm here to rescue, no need to wait for a high-ranking priest!
"Save people! Come here, all the priests! Come here! Ed, go to the Temple of the God of War to ask for the Archbishop! Melissa, go to the camp over there in the county and see if there are any high-ranking priests. Please come over if you can! Old Barney,
Hold on! Hold on!!!”
It was a seriously wounded person...and a seriously wounded person that the priests present could not handle, or did not dare to take action against. Priest Hilde followed Grete and rushed out of the tent, and was immediately stunned.
Outside the tent, there were no stretchers and no wounded soldiers. Only the barbarian Bernard stood with his arms folded, poking at the side with a big bone stick that was taller than a man. Half a blade of grass at the corner of his mouth was chewing happily.
Almost.
By the way...the injured are not soldiers, but knights, and they will not be sent here. Those who are qualified to invite the archbishop may be high-ranking knights!
He followed Grete and ran forward. He bypassed a row of exquisite single-person tents, rushed to the central open space, and suddenly stopped.
In the middle of the clearing lay a seriously injured knight, probably old Barney. His face was as white as his beard, and there was a pool of blood all over his body. A spear was pierced diagonally from his abdomen and penetrated directly to his back.
There was a circle of people around Old Barney, and two attendants supported him on the left and right, letting him lie on his side. One of them was wearing an armor with the same emblem as Old Barney, and his eyes were red from crying. You could tell at a glance
He is the nephew or grandson of the injured person.
Some people went to call the high-ranking priest, and some went to get the healing potion. Seven or eight priests gathered around him and chanted hard. White light fell like rain, but no one dared to touch the spear.
This injury...
Hilde also froze. He definitely couldn't deal with minor injuries, and it felt like there was nothing he could do with the third- and fourth-level priests' ability to treat moderate injuries. And this spear, this spear...
If you don't pull it out, someone will definitely die. If you pull it out, someone will die on the spot...
what to do?
what to do!
"Take off his armor!" A firm voice suddenly rose. Hilde turned his head and saw Gretel rushing past him like the wind:
"Cut off the spear and carry him to the tent! Quick!"
"The armor is strung on a spear!" A kneeling attendant subconsciously replied. Gretel said without even thinking about it.
"Twist off the connection on the side! Cut the plate armor through the hole and tear it to both sides!"
Really, why isn't this kind of thing done in advance? In the previous life, someone had to deal with this kind of steel bar penetration before going to the operating table. Generally speaking, it was the fire brigade - oh, I forgot, there is no fire protection here.
Team. Then there is nothing we can do, we can only hope that someone will show their subjective initiative...
Gretel cursed, knelt down next to Old Barney, and reached out to touch the injured carotid artery. A priest reached out to stop him:
"Little Gretel, you——"
Before he finished speaking, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind and lifted the priest up. Hilde glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the barbarian had come closer and grabbed the priest by the collar like a chicken.
With a gentle mention, the priest's feet lifted off the ground by two feet on the spot. The barbarian did not hit or curse, but turned the person outward in one direction:
"Don't hinder the master!"
The poor priest was attacked unexpectedly. He was so frightened that his face turned green and his lips were white. He could only nod his head. Fortunately, Gretel turned around and said hello:
"Bernard, come help!"
The barbarian responded, let go of the priest, and rushed over. Looking at the two-meter-tall barbarian, the healers at least half subconsciously took a step back, and their prayers were confused.
Most of the high-level priests who were responsible for the treatment mission at the scene were priests of the Goddess of Spring. - The priests of the God of War had high survivability on the battlefield, and the servants of the God of Nature had good survivability in the wild, so most of them were sent out.
The priests of the Spring Goddess did not practice physical combat power, so when such a barbarian rushed towards them, they were like a tiger among sheep.
For a moment, everything was silent. Seven or eight priests and priests present, with the highest level being six and the lowest being level one, watched helplessly as the barbarian knelt down beside the injured person. He stretched out his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan and dug into the holes in his armor with one finger.
Then, the muscles rose up and shouted:
"open!!!"
In a heart-wrenching creaking sound, Old Barney's armor was actually torn into two pieces by him.
Eyeballs were popping all over the place. Even the well-born priest Hilde slowly opened his mouth and looked at Gretel, speechless for a long time:
Where did you find such a follower? You are only a first-level priest, first-level! When I was promoted last year, the followers my grandfather gave me were only fifth-level knights...
As soon as a strong man takes action, he will know if there is one. Each of the two knight attendants held a spear shaft while Bernard, the barbarian, moved his weight like the wind and cut off the spear with an axe. Grete immediately called out:
"Quick! Carry him in! Carry him into the tent! - Your Excellencies, please continue to use healing spells and just hang him alive!"
He turned to lead the way, and two knight attendants bent down to lift the stretcher and followed closely. The priests of the Order of the God of Nature and the Temple of the God of War immediately followed. The others still had questions, and they couldn't help but follow the crowd after being pulled by their companions.
, and ran towards the big tent where wounded soldiers were being treated.
Priest Hilde followed and turned around and ran. He rushed into the tent. The operating table was already surrounded by healers. Grete's figure in a linen shirt was submerged among them. He could hardly be seen at first glance. Go forward.
A few steps away, you can hear someone trying to persuade you:
"Little Grete, can you do it?"
"If that doesn't work, just brush up on the healing skills first. I've already gone to call someone..."
"Yes, this injury is too dangerous..."
"Hey, do you really want to cut him open? Do you want to wait? Mr. Martin will be here soon..."
Hilde stood on tiptoes outside the crowd and stretched his neck to take a look. Between his shoulders and neck, he saw Gretel holding a sharp knife and looking around:
"Can anyone cast the tranquility spell? ... No? Forget it, fortunately, the person is unconscious, so we can only dissect him directly... Anthony! Marino! Help pull the hook! - Hilde! Get ready!"
"I'm coming!" Hilde squeezed into the crowd with all his strength. Before he could stand still, Gretel plunged the sharp knife in his hand into the injured man's abdominal cavity and made a slash.
Blood surged wildly.
"...Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Half of the people present screamed. The priests of the Spring Goddess collectively took a step back.
"Hilde! Draw away the blood!"
Grete yelled involuntarily.
Priest Hilde reflexively began to pray. As he chanted, a stream of blood rose up like a rainbow and fell to the ground following his gestures.
At the same time, two curved hooks, one on the left and one on the right, had already caught up with Old Barney's abdominal cavity and pulled it apart forcefully. The translucent mage's hands appeared one after another and gently penetrated into the injured man's organs.
Pick up, turn over, search for, and pinch a broken blood vessel.
"Heal minor injuries!"
"coming!"
A ray of white light fell. The lowest level, which can be used by priest apprentices to treat minor injuries. No one can let out dozens of them at the third or fourth level of the priest. The white light flickered, and the blood vessels healed immediately. The mage's hand relaxed, and the bright red
The blood started flowing again.
"Heal minor injuries!"
"I come!"
"Heal minor injuries!"
"Heal minor injuries!"
In Old Barney's abdominal cavity, the mage's hands searched in an orderly manner, bit by bit. The healing spells were lowered one by one following Gretel's orders, and the gurgling blood flow slowed down visibly to the naked eye.
"The situation has improved!" the sixth-level priest who led the prayer suddenly exclaimed: