Chapter 374

In the dark, sheyer felt his breathing difficulty. One voice kept calling to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice whispered in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.

In the end, a glimmer of light came into sheyer's sight, the light of the frost spirit.

Sheyer opened his eyes and the cold snow poured into his throat.

Pale white magic in his body gushed out, relying on the magic support, he broke through the frost and snow, climbed out of a snow.

"Cough..." After taking a big breath of the cold air into his body, sheyer felt a lot more conscious.

Although there are still a lot of strange sounds in his ears, a little like tinnitus, which makes him feel very upset, but relying on the spirit of frost, he still suppressed it.

Ice dragon, avalanche.

Although at the last moment, he used magic to control the falling frost and snow, but in the cold breath, the whole army was still swallowed up by the avalanche.

Did you finally fall to the bottom of the ice cliff?

Sheyer looked up to the top. The ice cliff was so high that he was a little desperate. The sky was getting dark.

He struggled to climb out of the snow pile, the spirit of frost and snow fell on another snow pile in an instant.

The blue inscriptions are gradually covered by the snow in the hands of Marshal al.

"Marshal!"

Sheyer immediately ran to the tall marshal. In the close fight with ice dragon just now, the marshal resisted the ice dragon's breath with his own body.

Marshal Amter slowly opened his eyes and covered his forehead as soon as he regained consciousness.

"Damn it! What kind of sounds are these? "

"Marshal Amter, are you ok?" Asked sheyer.

"I'm fine, but I'm a little confused." Marshal Amter shook his head, took out a jug full of spirits and took a sip, relying on alcohol to sober himself up. As soon as he was about to stand up, he found a sharp pain in his left leg.

"Frostbite, and it's serious." Sheyer looked at marshal Amter's left leg, and the armor that was covered in it had crumbled like ice.

It must have been caused by the ice dragon's breath. When sheyer was ready to use his magic to deal with the wound a little bit, marshal armt waved.

"We southerners see a lot of these minor injuries. Prince sheyr has buried me and your soldiers in the snow. They need your help more than I do."

"I see."

Shaire also knew the seriousness of the matter. He stepped back a few steps and began to sing the spell. The spirit of frost built one inscription after another around him.

When the magic is completed, the snow on the ground is lifted directly, revealing the soldiers buried by the snow below.

Some soldiers and mages have gradually awakened, but some soldiers seem to be sleeping.

Prince shaire immediately ran to a sleeping soldier and tried to wake them up with a voice.

"Don't come near me! Don't come near me

When sheyer was about to touch the soldier, his reaction was fierce. It was as if he was having a terrible nightmare, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Sheyer had never seen it, and his tinnitus seemed to be getting worse.

All of a sudden, he yelled at Shayer as he was about to wake up.

"You damn beast!"

It was a sober soldier, but his mental state was extremely unstable. He knelt down on the ground, holding his forehead and growling.

This roar caused the soldiers around to wake up a little bit crazy. It was like an infectious virus. Soldiers one after another seemed to see something terrible and fell into fear.

Ice dragon?!

"Calm down Sheyer began to try to get the soldiers out of fear, but with little effect.

Only the spellcasters who are very good at magic keep their senses.

"Do you have any magic like sedation?"

Shaire asked the awakened casters in a loud voice.

"Your Highness! We've already used it! But it doesn't work! " One of the casters responded to him in the same loud voice.

What the hell is going on!

Sheyer looked at the soldier in front of him who kept saying strange words. He was helpless for a moment.

He was proficient in a very small number of healing magic, but none of the casters who were proficient in healing magic with the army could do anything about it. It was even more impossible for him to cure these soldiers.

Shayle's forehead began to ache at the thought.The temperature on the frosty country's border at night is enough to kill any unsuspecting caster. If you don't quickly collect materials that fall into the canyon and set up a camp, half of the soldiers will die tonight.

What to do

While thinking, sheyer suddenly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.

There is a leaf sealed in the pendant, the leaf of the world tree.

By the way! Magic net!

Shayle immediately opened the magic net and logged in to the caster forum. A few days ago, with the help of Nolan's caster, he had the right to log in to the caster's forum. He fell in love with this new "magic.".

Using the caster forum, he can communicate with spellcasters from Nolan, discuss magic issues, and also ask questions in the forum.

Sheyer found the "magic research" section of the forum, which was specifically divided into "help" category, and sent out a post.

The content of the post describes the symptoms of these soldiers, hoping that the wise caster can give him an answer and tell him how to treat.

However, his post did not get any response from anyone. Sheyer waited for three minutes with anxiety. When the post went down, he was a little discouraged.

But before long, his post got a reply from others, and he was surprised to see that reply.

"The symptoms sound a little bit like a side effect of a magic addiction. Would you not be using the magic shadow stone?" Reply person: the one in yellow.

Sheyer has heard about the magic addiction stone, but he doesn't believe that so many soldiers will use it It must be something else.

Sheyer answered a negative, waiting for others to answer, he waited for more than ten minutes, only to find that there was no new reply.

Is it because the symptoms are not described in detail? Or is it because the NORAN sage yellow suit replied? Wait The man in yellow is not necessarily himself.

Hearing the roar of the soldiers around him, sheyer became more and more noisy, and his inner emotions were replaced by impatience. Just as his hope gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.

He took a look at the name of the responder, "the one who sent the fire.".

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