"Hoo How is he doing? " The curse crow put the knife in his hand on the wooden cart which served as the operating table and transport vehicle at the same time. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and asked Lin, who was in charge of the cart. A glimmer of light flashed in the Banshee''s eyes. She tilted her head and looked at the little boy lying in the car for a long time. Then she hesitated and said, "there should be no problem. I can''t see that he will die in the near future. It''s just that he''s no longer human, is he? "
"Of course, he looks like a human being? Well, he looks really ugly now. How long does it take for that hair to grow? " As an assistant, Ellie said, making a face in disgust. It''s not surprising that witches have such a reaction. At this time, the boy has basically become a rat man, and because of the operation, the magician shaved off the hair that should have covered his body, which made the boy look like a ball of pink meat.
"It won''t be long. As long as the nutrition involved is enough, his regeneration speed will reach an amazing level, although still not as good as wolf walker The wizard nodded and was satisfied with Lin''s answer. He looked at the hairless mouse man in the light, with a strange smile on his face, like an artist looking at his most satisfactory work. In fact, from the return of Karus to the completion of the operation, curse crow put all his energy on the operation. As an explorer, he was curious about the limits of the rat man race, and the creature in front of him might provide an answer for himself. "I wish cheese could see this. I''m looking forward to the look on that guy''s face." The incantation master''s words are not complacent about himself. He boldly takes the opposite approach to cheese in the operation process of transforming the boy. If the medicament of cheese inhibits the activity of rat human plague, the curse crow is to extract its ability to transform the body completely while inhibiting the infectivity of plague, and then add appropriate inducement to strengthen too much energy Nerve and visceral strength, curse crow believe that their own approach is the real right solution.
"Will he still remember who he is?" Peggy asked timidly, because her magic was blocked, and the wizard actually needed only one assistant, the long haired witch was unfortunately demoted to be the same person in charge of the cart as Lin.
"Of course, what else could he do? I specially protected his brain. If it would cause problems, I would jump off the top of the gray tower." The contented mantra crow was obviously in a good mood. He even made a rare joke, but the magician quickly continued, "of course, it''s just a metaphor. In order to adapt to the new body, his brain still has some changes. You''d better expect that this does not affect his memory or personality. I don''t want him to just drink blood and eat meat when he wakes up. If that''s the case, I''m afraid I''ll have to kill him myself. I hate to destroy my work. "
Peggy nodded, but before she could say anything, the noise began to come around. "Did you hear that?" "Exit! It''s the exit "Dagong has found the exit!" "The exit is ahead! Let''s run! "
And so on. The team, which was dead like a zombie, became lively in an instant. People quickened their pace and rushed to the front of the team. Some people even began to push and push the people in front of them. "Hey! Please get around here. " Bakm, who was in charge of protecting the operation, drew out his weapon, his shining blade still standing out in the dark, and he murmured to those who wanted to pass through the wizard. This was quite effective, and soon the little mobile operating table became a reef in the ocean.
"Your honor." Barkham said, bowing his head. He would only react to one person.
"How did you get here? Don''t you want to guard the end of the team? " The curse crow squinted at Lyon and was not surprised by the blood lion''s visit.
"I''m still at the end of the team. You''re the end of the team now." The knight bowed his head and saluted Lin. this lady has established a high reputation among the refugees in the molten iron. She is affectionately called an angel, but I don''t know whether those people can smile at her after they know the true identity of the Banshee.
"So the exit is near?" The magician understood the knight''s meaning. Their position was originally in the middle of the team. If this became the end of the team, the exit in people''s mouth might not be far ahead. "Well, I don''t think you need me to protect you. I''m here to take buckram and head for the exit. If this is true, we will meet some new friends on the ground. I just hope the Archduke hasn''t hit the spirit with his hammer yet. " Lyon shrugged helplessly. From his attitude towards bakm, we can see that dwarves don''t like elves, and the blood lion can''t expect the elves to tolerate Andre''s bad temper unilaterally. He must intervene before his allies become enemies.
"Then you should speed up your pace. I can smell hatred in the wind." Said the sorcerer, whose tone made it hard to tell whether it was a joke.
In fact, the curse crow''s words did work. If Lyon and his retinue arrived later, a duel would have begun between the dwarf Lord and the elf general. But even so, the adherents of the molten iron city, who saw the sun again from the underground exit, and the elves who had just cleaned up the rat people and heretics from the ruins, were in a confrontation. The dwarfs are so high that they can make him look bigger and look down on the elves'' armies. The elves headed by mlose also set up the array without showing any weakness. It seems that there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence between them."Spirit!" Andre bit his teeth, his thick eyebrows curled up in his eyes, and the dwarf''s voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, which was even more bitter than when he was against the rat man. "Dwarfs!" said the elf general on the road Mlose''s left hand was on the reins, and the hammer of his right hand was tightly clenched. His eyes were full of flames of hatred, and his companion, who had died in the dwarf''s hands, seemed to be urging him to attack. But mlose didn''t, because of a drunken figure riding on a giant stag.
"Burp!" Atwood greenstick, the elder spirit in charge of supervising the military operation, seemed to have no idea of the situation. He was lying on the back of his mount and letting the stag with wine pots on its horns walk towards the dwarves. The old elf also had a wine pot in his hand. When he came to Andre, the green stick shook the wine pot, and the sound of liquid collision came from inside. "I heard that burp and dwarves are experts in wine making. This is my own fruit wine. Try it? "
Without much to say, Archduke richhammer took the jug in Atwood''s hand and took a sip of it. He frowned. "Well, soft wine is more suitable for juice. But as an elf, you deserve credit. I wish I could dig a few barrels of fire lilies out of this damned ruin, and I''ll show you what real dwarf wine is
"Well, if you want a short beard, you can say it." Green stick said with a smile.
This is what Lyon and buckram, who rushed out of the crowd, saw. "It seems that we have been thinking too much." The blood lion knew the dwarf''s temper, and a spirit who liked wine was enough to comfort him. "Not yet. General mlose is known for his aversion to dwarves and humans. I''ll talk to him." Buckram shook his head, asked the knight, and then slid down the slope to his own people.
"Hey, my bird, don''t you have anything to say to your tutor?" Asked the old elf as he passed by the green stick. To some surprise, bakm, who has always been known for his insolence in the clan, stopped this time. He turned his head and saluted his tutor respectfully, "I''ll thank you until the general has laid down his weapons. Now, please allow me to try to make things right. "
Atwood looks at buckram like a monster and walks away. He grabs the jug from Andre and pours it. "Ah, I must have drunk too much today. Burp
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