Chapter 374： Fire

In the darkness, Sheyle felt that she had difficulty breathing. A voice constantly called to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.

The final gleam illuminates in Sheikh's line of sight, which is the radiance of the Frost Spirit.

Sheyle opened his eyes and the icy frost snow poured into his throat.

The pale white magic poured out on his body. With the support of the magic, he broke through the frost and snow and climbed out of a snow.

"Coughing..." Sheyle felt that her consciousness was clear when she inhaled the cold air into her body.

Although there were still a lot of strange sounds echoing in the ear, it was a bit like tinnitus that made him feel very annoyed, but with the help of the Frost Spirit, he still suppressed it.

Ice dragon, avalanche.

Although at the last moment, he used magic to control the frost and snow falling down, but under the cold breath, the entire army was swallowed by the avalanche.

Finally, fell into the bottom of the ice cliff?

Sheyle looked up and looked up. The ice cliff was so high that he was a little desperate, and the sky was gradually darkening.

He struggled to climb out of the snow, and the Frost and Snow Spirit instantly landed on another snow pile.

The ice-blue inscription appeared in the hands of Shel, and the frost snow that had piled up there was gradually removed, revealing the undercover Marshal Artem.

"marshal!"

Shear immediately ran to the tall marshal. In the close battle with the ice dragon, the marshal was resisting the breath of the ice dragon by his own body.

Marshal Amt slowly opened his eyes, and when he recovered his consciousness, he caught his forehead.

"Damn! What are these sounds."

"Marshal Amt, are you okay?" asked Sheyle.

"I'm fine, my head is not clear." Marshal Armt shook his head, took a can of a bottle filled with spirits, took a sip, and relied on alcohol to wake himself up. He just got ready to stand up and found severe pain in his left leg.

"Frozen wounds, and very serious." Sheil looked at the left leg of Marshal Amt, and the armor that covered it had shattered into debris like ice.

It must have been the injury caused by the Breath of the Ice Dragon. When Shel was ready to use magic to deal with this wound slightly, Marshal Amt waved his hand.

"This little injury has seen us in the southerners. Prince Shearer buried me and your soldiers under the snow. They need your help more than me."

"I know."

Sheyle also knew the seriousness of the matter. He immediately stepped back a few steps and began to sing the spell of casting spells. The Spirit of Frost and Frost built an inscription around him.

When the magic was completed, the snow on the ground was lifted directly, revealing the soldiers buried under the snow.

Some soldiers and mages have gradually woken up, but some soldiers seem to be still asleep.

Prince Shear immediately ran to a sleeping soldier and used his voice to wake them up.

"Don't be near me! Don't approach me!"

When Shel was ready to touch the soldier, his reaction was particularly fierce, like a terrible nightmare, with sweat on his forehead.

In this case, Shear has never seen it, and his tinnitus symptoms seem to have become serious.

When Shearer was about to start to wake him up, the other side suddenly heard a roaring voice.

"You **** beast!!"

It was a conscious soldier, but his mental condition was extremely unstable. He fell to the ground and held his forehead and kept roaring.

This roar caused the soldiers who woke up around to become more mad. It was like a contagious virus. One soldier after another seemed to see something terrible in fear.

What caused the ice dragon? !

"You calm down!" Shear began trying to get the soldiers to ease from fear, but the effect was minimal.

Only those casters who are extremely high in spells keep their senses.

"Who do you have a kind of magic like sedation?"

Shearer asked aloud the casters who had awakened.

"His Royal Highness! We have used it! But it has no effect!" One of the casters responded to him equally loudly.

what is the problem!

Sheil looked at the constant soldier who was swearing at the strange words, and he was helpless at the moment.

He is only proficient in a handful of healing spells, but there are no ways for the casters who are skilled in healing magic, and it is even more impossible for him to heal these soldiers.

Sheil thought that the forehead was starting to hurt.

The temperature at night on the border of the Frost Country is enough to freeze any unprepared caster. If you don't collect the materials that fell in the canyon quickly, the half of the soldiers will be frozen tonight.

What should I do……

When she thought about it, Sheir suddenly touched the pendant hanging from her chest.

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

correct! Magic net!

Sheyle immediately opened the Magic Net and logged into the Caster Forum. Since he had the login permission of the Caster Forum with the help of Nolan's caster a few days ago, he completely liked this new 'magic'. .

Using the Caster Forum he can talk to the caster from Nolan to discuss magical issues and also ask questions in the forum.

Sheyle found a post in the category of Help in the ‘Magic Research’ area of ​​the forum and sent a post.

The contents of the post describe the symptoms exhibited by these soldiers, hoping to have the wise man to answer him and tell him how to treat it.

But his post didn't get anybody's response. Shelly waited for three minutes with anxious mood. When the post went straight to the bottom, his heart was a little discouraged.

But not long after, his post got a reply from others, and he looked at the reply with surprise.

"The symptoms sound a bit like the side effects of the addiction. Would you not use the Shadowstone?" Replies: Huang Yi.

Sheyle has heard of the magic addiction stone, but he does not believe that so many soldiers will use the magic addiction stone... must be something else.

Sheyle answered a negative, waiting for other people's answers, he waited for more than ten minutes, but found no new reply.

Is the symptom description not detailed enough? Or is it because of the reason why Nolan Sage Huang Yi responded? Wait... This yellow dresser is not necessarily himself.

Shearer became more and more noisy when he heard the soldiers around him, and his inner feelings were replaced by anxiety. When Shear’s hopes gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.

He glanced at the name of the respondent, the ‘fire man’.