Chapter 218

"Come and have a look at the old fat man. Can he be saved?" Bologna sat on the ground for three breaths, then struggled to his feet. He looked at the battlefield and went to get his sword back. By the way, he also brought back a long bow, three firewood axes and some arrows.

Zhao Mai came to Sir Roderick's side. The old man with white beard was still stubbornly awake, clenched his teeth, gasped through his nose and teeth, obviously suffering from severe pain. In order not to let other people worry, but also in order not to affect the morale of his own side, he was stunned and didn't say a word. "Madam Fortunately All right? "

"I'm fine. I'm fine." Caitlin ran over and fell on her knees beside Sir Roderick. The old man with white beard had a concave chest. One leg was flat from below the knee, and the other was bent at a strange angle. His face was pale and he had obviously lost a lot of blood. If there is a master of medicine at this time, he will have a first-line livelihood. But now, it's still a few days away from Eagle's nest. I'm afraid the Jazz can't hold on there.

"Get out of the way. Don't squeeze in here." Zhao Mai looked at it and said to Mrs. stark, "help me. I'll try to save him. First of all, give me your dagger. I need something sharp to cut his hard armor. In addition, raise the fire, boil a pot of water, boil a pot of meat. Now there is horse meat. Cut it into small pieces and cook it quickly. The injured need to eat. "

Without saying a word, Mrs. stark took out a dagger and threw it to Zhao Mai. Then she began to get busy. When she does not doubt that others are murderers of her own children, she is a shrewd and capable woman, who is as tenacious and brave as the people in the northern border. After all, it was her decision to arrest Tyrion, and also her decision to attack the West with a group of improvised people to go to eagle nest in the East. She had heard her sister complain about how savage and dangerous the mountain people were. It was easy to have problems without a regular army. She knows, but

Sir Roderick has been her head teacher for many years. I remember that even her husband, now the hand of the king and Duke of Winterfell, had been trained by him. Over the years, sir Roderick has been more like a relative than a coach, knight and loyal subordinate. Caitlin prayed to the seven gods, to the father, the virgin, the warrior, the maiden, the blacksmith and the old woman, hoping that the Jazz would save the day. She even begged the last "stranger" not to take away the soul of jazz.

But the only thing that can really save the jazz is the natural force manipulated by Zhao Mai. It's not optimistic to cut open his clothes and trousers and expose the wound. Zhao Mai uses psychic powers to strengthen the senses, perspective the skin, and then uses the psychic remote control ring to help move the bones. He is not an orthopedic doctor, and he has never read any medical skills, but as long as he causes bleeding and other wounds, he will recite the mantra in a low voice, let the natural force block the bleeding position, and let the body have the chance of self-healing.

"I'm afraid your legs can't do it. Now there are two ways for you to choose. One is that I help you stop bleeding simply. You endure the pain all the way to eagle nest City, and let the bachelor there see if there is a better chance of bone grafting. But doing so is likely to kill you on the way. The other is that I saw off your leg so that you can make sure you survive and then install the prosthetic leg. "

"I can hold it back." "I'll take the first one," said Sir Roderick

"In that case, we can't delay too much. I'll take care of it for you, and we'll go. " With that, Zhao Mai continued to be busy.

In addition to Cho Mai and Sir, only Caitlin, Tyrion, sapphire, Bologna and the minstrel Marian, who had been huddled under the car, survived. The timid guy has no other words to comment on except to use lucky explanation. And thankfully, his harp string is broken, and it seems that he will not be tortured by his bad songs all the way.

"I've never seen your treatment before." Safir took the sword back and stood opposite Zhao Mai with his arms around him. "Can you tell me its name?"

"Well, it's called therapy." Zhao Mai looked up at him and waved to him. "A little way, you're blocking the light."

"Sorry." Safir took a step to the side, and then continued, "how did you catch the troll's spear?"

"What do you do, the king's spy?" Zhao Mai became alert.

"He should be a demon hunter. He used to be a part of the school town, dealing with evil witches, ghosts and spirits. In order to deal with the huge monsters, their weapons are very unique, just like the one in sapphire's hands. " Tyrion has been dragging a heavy axe, even after the battle will not let go. He needs to talk to people now to get out of the battlefield. What's more, he has a severe cramp in his foot. I hope Mike can treat him.

"You're right. I'm a demon hunter, dealing with all kinds of strange things. Just now the troll is like this. The mind of the demons left by the evil magic of the past has been distorted and will only cause another killing. "

Tyrion shook his head and said, "I always thought you didn't really exist, but this time I happened to see the sign on the back of your long knife. Even Xuecheng doesn't admit that there is really a demon hunting team, and it never records you in books. ""How do you know?" Zhao Mai frowned tightly. Others think that he is having a headache to deal with the wound. In fact, he is thinking about something more troublesome: he has never heard of demon hunters in books or movies related to Westeros. Safir, like the dragon flying in the thick fog before, is a sudden change. While the nodes of big events are still protected - Tyrion and Caitlin are still alive - where are the other changes coming from?

Zhong Jianbai promised that this trip to westrow is a "low intensity, high stability" world trip. On the one hand, it means security. The world's power level is not high and there is not much danger. The theory of stability is that "the development of events will not be greatly changed. It will not be much different from the" historical records "produced by the influence of" inspiration. "

But now things seem to have changed. Although the intensity is still low, there are many things that Zhao Mai did not expect. Sir Roderick didn't have to suffer so much injury, and if he hadn't thrown his spear in time to let the giant's attack delay, there would have been no Jazz at this time!

"Adventure with change is more interesting, but this change will not affect the purpose of my trip!"

No one can hear his thoughts. Even if he does, he will not understand them. Tyrion sighed and said to Zhao Mai, "I always dream of having my own dragon, so I am very interested in all kinds of mysterious things. I don't deny that I once wanted to be a magician. After all, a magician doesn't need to be tall. Unfortunately, I can't even put out a spell, a magic medicine, or a dragon. But I did read a lot of books about it, including some rare travel notes or diaries. "

"I'm the last demon hunter." Safir said: "there is no magic and no dragon in the world, so the power of demon hunters is no longer necessary. At most, it's when you meet a troll like this. A good swordsman can easily kill such an enemy. It doesn't have to be a demon hunter to solve it. "

"Can you spell, even the simplest?" Tyrion's eyes were full of expectation.

"No, no one can cast a spell now." Safir suddenly pointed at Zhao Mai: "except for him."