"His blood?" Dams quickly caught up with Brochette's train of thought, "Dean, you expected this yesterday?" ”

"No, I had planned to use his blood for alchemy, but with his current physical condition—" Brochette shook his head, "you give him one tube, and I'll take the other to boil the medicine." He looked down at the bloodstains around the bed that smelled of licorice, "The idea of bloodletting is good," he commented, "but it's not enough, put some more." ”

The blood from Esher himself was transfused back into his body, and the effect was almost immediate. The uncontaminated blood neutralized the accumulated toxicity in Estheus's body, and his body temperature immediately began to decline, although it was still at a rather dangerous tipping point, but at least he no longer needed to rely on snow to help maintain his body temperature. Dams's wide palm could fully feel the caliber of the syringe filling his jaw, and Brochette had undoubtedly extracted a huge amount of Eshy's blood, and it was hard to imagine how the young man had recovered overnight. Brochette had already begun the refining of the potion in another chamber - it may not be appropriate to call the final product "potion", and when Brochette returned to the chamber where Dams and Esher were, the cauldron in his hand was filled with a pale pink translucent paste, and the smell of inferior ale slowly spread into the air, not strong, but the smell of medicine and blood that lingered in the room retreated in front of this slightly spicy smell. Dammos took a deep breath, and for some reason, the smell made him feel good and happy.

Brochette gestured, and the healer took the cauldron from his hand and applied the plaster to Estheau's body. Brochette found a corner, sat down wearily, and the plaster seemed to consume a great deal of his energy, and the wrinkles on the old man's face deepened, as if they were cracked.

Estheau's whole body was heavily wrapped in translucent plaster, as if he were in a crystal coffin. The dull red of his body was gradually being absorbed into the plaster, and finally thick enough to obscure his vision. Soon, the coffin turned into a cocoon, rising and falling slightly as Estheu breathed steadily.

"Alright, just wait for him to wake up. We can go. Brochette slowly stood up against the wall, and Dams hurried forward to support him. The two walked out of the chamber to the auditorium, where they heard a heated discussion coming from the auditorium.

"It's Stephen, Otto, Alaric's voice...... And Eldo. Brochette listened for a moment and said with certainty.

"When did they come?" Dams asked.

Just as the sun was about to sink into the horizon, Duke Alexis and Gregory IV finally arrived at Poynbru. Duke Alexis, who had gone first, was so entangled by the tide of raids that he allowed Gregory IV to catch up, and the two armies joined together and slaughtered the army of the Misty Mountains in one fell swoop, and they were never disturbed again, and forced their march all the way to the city of Poinbru. The piles of corpses beneath the walls told them that Boimbro had been attacked in a terrible way, and the two split gates at the north gate were even more shocking. For a moment the lords thought that Boimpur had fallen, but when they entered the city, they found that Ranmaroke was sweeping the streets with his troops, moving the corpses in gray-and-white leather armor to one place—the army of the Misty Mountains had undoubtedly invaded Boimburu, but had retreated within the city. Boynbru, as always, stood tall in front of the gray tide. The defenders achieved miraculous and brilliant results in isolation, but it also made the lords, who were ready to fight again, feel bored. Defeating an opponent of the Misty Mountains level has never been accomplished, although this year's raiding tide has still hit the North to a certain extent. Extravagant celebrations have always been a shameful waste. Livingston wasn't like the two neighbors who were so wealthy that they would feast on guests at every turn.

The round table was held in the auditorium of the Royal Academy, and the lords circulated casualty reports one by one. More than 3,000 people were killed before and after the battle, of which 2,000 were seriously wounded and died, and seventy percent of the remaining troops were hung with colors, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were seriously injured. Then, of course, they entered the stage of rewarding meritorious deeds, but the lords already had their own plans. Their fathers, who died during the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion, left behind a large number of unowned vassals, which were not part of the inheritance and could only be fought for by exploits before Gregory IV could divide them. The king was not sparing in rewarding the up-and-coming warriors, and the Baroness Estelle was the best example of this: Fesdena had the best conditions among the ownerless vassals, and the village was near Shendford, an important link in the city's velvet trading network. I don't know how many lords coveted this fertile land, and after Estelle defeated a group of arrogant dragon knights at Ryan, Gregory IV generously bestowed Fesdena on her. Fortunately, no one in this campaign was eye-catching enough to be among them. However, the lords' individual performances were only unsatisfactory - their feats were not enough to earn additional fiefs, and the true Duke Alexis had made it clear that he did not need more villages to plant his dragon banner. As the lords were about to dismiss, a letter of recommendation signed by Brochette was delivered to the round table. The handwriting of the letter is graceful, not like Brochette's handwriting, but the tone is consistent, and it seems that someone has written it on your behalf. In the letter, Brochette, in his capacity as Grand Master of the Black Spear Knights, strongly recommended a mercenary named Esher Baranduk, and one sentence aroused great interest among the lords: "His personal combat strength is not inferior to that of any known super-first-class warrior of Pande, and he slays the Omenwolf alone." ”

Alone...... The men at the round table pondered the sinister meaning of these two words. Setanda and Lista stood near them, the former being the youngest super-first-class martial artist, and the latter having killed the previous generation of Omenwolves with his own hands. Brochette's words cast a shadow on their impression of Esher Ballanduk. The lords were no strangers to this mercenary whom they had never met, and his name had already been mentioned in the round table. Duke Alexis believes that Bogdan's attack on the snow was due to someone provoking the Omenwolf on the Vaal Snow Field, and that the nest that happened to pass by was unfortunately used as a punching bag. Esher Baranduk and his mercenary forces were the only ones to leave Ryan and enter the Vaal Snow Plains during that time - of course, as they all know now, Baranduk made it through the Vaal Snow Plains unharmed, and was honored by the Black Spear Knights in the Battle of Boimrum, gaining the approval of the Black Spear Knights and the Grand Master.

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