Blood of Mercury

"Physician! Physician! Please stop"

Gareth immediately shouted loudly and stopped in front of the convoy.

Seeing that he was carrying an eleven or twelve year old girl suddenly rushing from the side of the road, the driver was already trying his best to stop the carriage.

However, it's still too close.

When the driver saw Gallus coming out from the road, he was already less than five meters away from Gallus. Even if the speed of the team was not fast, it was too late to stop now.

At this moment, Gareth pulled out his left hand from behind Lena like a conditioned reflex, and pressed it forward.

Suddenly, a transparent red frame appeared in front of his finger.

Unlike An Ruosi, who has to write one by one, the red frame itself is full of dense formulas.

The afterimage of Gareth's fingers almost dancing in the air. In just a split second, he erased four-fifths of the formula in the block diagram. The rest of the frame was established naturally, the transparent red frame suddenly expanded, and the color became clear crystal blue.

In an instant, four translucent golden chains with the thickness of the little finger appeared in the air, intertwined with each other at an extremely fast speed, and intertwined into a thin mesh wall.

Then, Gareth immediately launched the wall out. Maybe it was too urgent to release the witchcraft at the beginning, and the transparent wall with intertwined chains flew out a little bit, but at least it wiped the front carriage.

When the horse just hit the wall, it seemed to hit a phantom, and nothing happened.

The thin walls didn't crumble or even bend. No sound was made either.

But at that moment, the white horse, which was trying to stop but still pacing forward, suddenly stopped.

This is the wall of slowness. Four-ring magic of the enchantment system.

Its effect is not to imprison or stagnate, but to attenuate kinetic energy.

Although there are also normal usages that Gareth is using now—for example, preventing cavalry charges, or intercepting projectiles, but this sorcery does not require players to open (brain) hair (holes), and already has Lots of usage.

For example, if a person jumps from a high altitude, as long as the height is not very high, he can use the wall of slowness to eliminate his speed before landing to clear his falling speed; or when a person is knocked into the air, use the slow wall The wall will stop him from flying. Instead, it stayed in the air for more than half a second.

Basically, it can be said that all golden-order enchantment wizards know this sorcery very well. The status of this sorcery in enchantment wizards is basically the same as the status of blinking in battle wizards.

But even if it is usually used so much, and it is only a four-ring magic that a black iron rank wizard can unleash. But because of the forced instant cast, it still caused a lot of damage to Gareth.

Gareth's left knuckles crackled. His little finger was bent unnaturally.

His complexion was already pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but his body did not tremble at all.

"I know it's rude...but for God's sake, please! Lord Healer! Please save this child!"

Gareth was very respectful but very urgent in a low voice.

This temperature has exceeded the limit that humans can bear. Gareth saw that little Lena's snow-white skin had turned crimson. The brown hair has also lost its luster. She didn't seem to feel the pain anymore, but her breathing was getting faster and faster.

After five or six seconds, an old sigh came from inside.

"come in."

Like a sinner who has been forgiven, Gareth straightened up in surprise, but at this moment, the broken left hand he put behind Lena accidentally touched Lena's back, and Gareth's face turned pale again. Bai, his lips could not help biting.

But he didn't have time to worry about his own pain. Taking a step back, he jumped onto the carriage with a vigorous stride.

When he opened the white curtain representing healing and entered, he was slightly stunned.

Sitting inside wasn't the doctors in ominous black trench coats. It was an elderly priest in a white robe.

He's old enough to wonder if he'll fall to his death. His wrinkled skin had collapsed inward, and the deep darkness near the sockets made it almost impossible to find where his eyes were.

Inside the not very spacious carriage, in addition to the old priest, there were two men in tattered robes lying on the side with a faint breath, as if in a coma.

Although he was a little curious, Gareth was not in the mood to care about them at the moment.

He just humbly handed Lena to the priest.

... Anyway, in terms of treatment, both priests and doctors are about the same.

At this moment, he had subconsciously forgotten his identity as a wizard. But fortunately, even if the carriage was forced to stop by his witchcraft, the kind old man did not seem to be angry.

He just frowned. He motioned for Gareth to lay Lena flat on the table in the middle of the carriage. The old man took out his hand and placed it lightly above Lina's heart.

Then, a light green halo flashed away on the old man's right hand full of ravines. There was a little more clarity in his eyes.

And Gareth on the other side was like a capitalized beep at the moment.

He didn't even know which god's aura it was... But anyway, it wasn't from Tyre or Sivir.

It seems that the aura of the Lonely Mountain Elder is also green...

"The plague. How did she get the plague?"

The old man turned around and scolded Gareth in a slow voice with harsh words.

"...Sorry. I don't know either..."

"How did you become a parent... ah. Young people today..."

The old man frowned and glanced at Gareth again. He seemed to see that he really didn't know, so he let him go.

Before he knew it, Gareth was already in a cold sweat.

Part of it is because of the pain in his left hand, and another part seems to be due to the power of the old man.

"Let me start by saying that magic can only relieve pain. But diseases are used by gods to punish people, and they cannot be cured by magic."

The old man gently put his left hand into his pocket. hold something. At the same time, a faint green flame ignited on his right hand.

Under Gareth's nervous eyes, the old man lightly lit the little girl's body with his right hand, which was flaming but did not release any heat, and whispered something in his mouth.

There was no strong fluctuation of holy energy, not even aura. Gareth saw that the crimson on Lena's body gradually disappeared, her expression gradually eased, and her breathing became gentle.

Gareth only relaxed now. He suddenly found that his fractured left hand was clenched by tension before, and now it was exuding severe pain.

"Be patient."

The old man suddenly put his hand on his left hand. Seemingly soft but extremely powerful pressing a few times, then a warm current rushed from the left hand, and Gareth's injury was healed immediately.

"Okay, send her to the treatment facility here..."

"...Thank you, thank you very much...but, you just said, the plague?"

After Gareth relaxed, he realized the surrounding environment: "Can I ask, what is the hospital you are in...and these two..."

"I don't know about the plague. I'm from St. Graman's Hospital. These two are the patients I take care of. How is it, okay?"

The old man's brows still did not stretch out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His tone was flat, but Gareth seemed to hear a bit of disgust from it.

So, he finally realized his identity, and after bowing again, he picked up Lena and rushed to the medical department.

After he left for a while, the old man showed a cold smile.

"You two are doing well."

Old voices echoed from the narrow carriage.

The two ragged people who seemed to be unconscious before suddenly turned over and sat up, drew an inverted triangle on their chests, and prayed respectfully: "Bishop Homer is too honorable."

"May all living beings fear Kelanwo as they fear the inevitable death."

"Well. May all beings fear Ke Lanwo."

The old man responded lightly, and a faint green light flashed across his half-closed eyes.

"—praise decay." (To be continued.)