Petrified magic is not something cheese has only recently mastered. As early as the black lion, he once used it against the rebellious Ghoul community. However, cheese at that time could not accurately control the scope and target of the magic, coupled with the huge physical and energy consumption, it could only be regarded as the final killer''s mace. As for now, the mage has been able to temporarily petrify a blood vessel less than the thickness of a finger. That said, a broken aorta can''t be solved in this way.


    Cheese''s magic is not so subtle that it can only petrify blood vessels, not blood in blood vessels. Therefore, he only delayed the massive blood loss that had already started, and such a delay could not buy much time, because the two sections of the blood vessels of the petrified part would accumulate blood.


    "Bring the child''s mother, and the father''s better bring it. I have to tell which of them has the blood for the child." The mage told Lothar that his voice and expression were still calm, but sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead. It''s too late. He knows that. Even if the count immediately brought the child''s parents, even the child''s parents could provide him with blood, from drawing blood to sending blood into the child''s body and mending the broken blood vessels It''s too late. His magic couldn''t get so much time. Perhaps the most feasible way now is to amputate.


    "Wait a minute." The shaman stopped Lothar, who was about to rush out. He shook his head. "Don''t worry. Just stop his bleeding. I''ll do the rest."


    Cheese looked up. He didn''t see anything false or uncertain in Wuqi''s eyes. To be honest, he can''t make up the patient''s blood loss at this time. In terms of the ideas of the grey robed witches, they don''t even know how to do things. Most of the people in the world can do them. Recalling that Shaman made him master the language of prairie people in a moment, maybe the servant of the spirits really has the ability beyond the master''s cognition. He blinked and decided to believe the shaman.


    As the mage regained his energy in repairing the patient''s body and searching for potential parasites, the shaman sat down on a bench. He motioned to Bartu to bring over a copper basin, which had been used to hold milk. Wuqi put the copper basin on the ground, and added water from the nearby river into it, mixing the milk in the basin into a pale white liquid. "Go and get me some of his blood."


    Batu was careful, mainly afraid to disturb the cheese''s movements. He wrapped the thick blood clot formed by the patient''s blood clot with a piece of cloth and took it. The shaman didn''t look at it, but threw the contents of the cloth into the copper basin. All of a sudden, blood, water and milk mixed into a complex liquid, but that''s not over. Wuqi pulled out an unnamed water plant from the vase on one side, broke off the rhizome at the bottom, put the hollow straw rod into the mixture, and began to stir in one direction. He said something in his mouth.


    Both the count and the water antelope boys tried to figure out what shaman was doing, especially Lothar, because in the count''s impression, the grey robe or the witch could notice the abnormal energy flowing out of their body or nearby space through their eyes or other phenomena. However, this standard, which is regarded as a rule, seems to have lost its effectiveness in Shaman on the grassland. Although Wuqi''s straw stick left a dazzling pattern in the copper pot, the liquid in the pot gradually became the same color, even less and less with his stirring. Not to mention the magic light. Even Rosa''s hand on the fool''s justice handle didn''t get any warning from the witch hunting knife.


    This situation was familiar and unfamiliar to the count. He once thought that his power to hunt witches and contact with witches and cheese already had a certain understanding of the inhabitants in the dark of the world. He even thinks that as long as he can understand the fluctuation of magic power, no matter how skillful the caster is, he will be as conspicuous as the shadow in the sun. Now it seems that this self righteous affirmation itself is a rope that prevents Lothar from recognizing the other side of the world. The world under the sun, and there is no fixed rules, let alone it can not light up the place?


    The mixture, less and less, and the liquid in the basin, more and more viscous. They''ve gone from milk and blood to something in between and something similar. The sticky substance was gradually covered by the edge of the copper basin, making it impossible to see how much remained of them. The shaman did his job when cheese finished stitching the patient''s incision and felt powerless looking at the bleeding pale face and blue lips. Wuqi picked up the grass stem. His hand was very careful, as if he were carrying a bowl full of hot soup.


    "Open his mouth." The shaman said to ATAH that the swordswoman immediately pinched the patient''s jaw and removed the cloth ball from his mouth. Then Wuqi would erect the stem of the grass and let it drop into the patient''s mouth. One drop, two drops, and when the third drop begins to drop, the shaman moves his hand toward the patient''s forehead, and the contents of his straw stick seem to become more fluid. A pink thin line, which runs from the middle of the upper lip all the way along the midline of the face, through the bridge of the nose and the center of the brow, and finally stops at the center of the forehead.


    An incomprehensible mantra is as confusing as a pattern of three branches at the top of a thin line. Although tired, cheese can guarantee that this time, he still does not feel any magic or magic related power. So why does that sticky pink stuff disappear like rain falling into the dry land?"Well, the child''s life is saved." Wuqi, who had finished all this, fell back on the ground and let out a breath. Having said that, his face was no more difficult to see than before. It seems that for these shamans, casting doesn''t consume the internal energy in their bodies, but the rituals during casting make them tired. This is very different from what Cheese knows about magic. If he can, he has now initiated the idea of putting down the city of ten thousand Dharma temporarily and staying on the grassland to learn this tradition.


    "I''ll see the sky." ATA said and walked out of the yurt. He can''t stay here because the girl is still looking to find clues about her family in the city of Wanfa, and her friend Lothar has to cross the prairie to find out about her dead wife. Once again, cheese feels that the relationship between people is like a chain that binds each of them, forcing them to move forward voluntarily or involuntarily in the direction of the chain. It''s like a slave held by a slave owner.


    Fortunately, this bad imagination didn''t last long, because the swordswoman soon brought back a message, "I don''t know what time it is. It''s foggy, it''s very foggy


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