Estelle put her hands under Eshy's armpits and dragged him into the auditorium with great difficulty. The unconscious man hung his head at the mercy of Istelle, his body heavy and limp, like a sack of cotton that had swelled up with water, only his right hand holding the tomahawk remained in a state of high tension during the bloody battle. Estelle tried to kick the tomahawk away from Estheau's hand, but the handle seemed to be rooted in his palm, not moving. Instead, Estheu's wrist reacted unconsciously to her rough movements, and Estelle immediately stopped her small movements—she still lingered at the chill that almost beheaded her. Then she deliberately added some strength to her hand, her thumb and forefinger tightly clamping on Estheu's shoulder joint, and she soon felt a burning breath seep through the cracks in her hand armor and bite her tiger's mouth. Estelle reflexively let go of her hand, and Eshua fell to the ground with a thud, the back of her head slamming into the hard ground.

"What's going on?" Brochette stepped up and reprimanded in a low voice, "Isn't it big enough?" ”

"Dean, his body ...... It's hot! Estelle unfastened her armor and rubbed her burns

"Hot?" Brochette crouched down and slapped the clasp on the clasp of his armor a few times, and the armor suddenly disintegrated. He quickly removed the leather and cotton armor from Essho's lining, and was then cornered by the heat that rushed to his face. Estheu's body temperature was alarmingly high at the moment, and the light even distorted slightly as it passed through the air around him. The body below the neck was a dull red, and the flesh was crisscrossed with dark blue shadows of veins, like an over-steamed river shrimp. Brochette cautiously leaned in and placed his palm on Estheu's chest, and for a moment his face was distorted, and his features between the wrinkles were almost twisted together. When Brochette withdrew his hand, the burning pain was so intense that he couldn't even give instructions to the healer with a full gesture. "Dammus, get the medical servant to carry him into the library's chamber, where we'll be treated! Let the doctor take precautions, this kid is no different from a burnt taro now. Damus nodded, and in a series of intricate gestures, several medical servants hurried to Eshy's side, tearing off the sleeves of their robes and wrapping them around Essho's arms, and dragging him all the way to the long corridor leading to the library in the depths of the Great Hall.

Estelle had time to look around the Great Hall, she was first startled by the mercenaries and black spear knights who fell to the ground, thinking they were all corpses, and then realized from the undulating snoring that they were just sleeping very dead - the medicinal effect of Dream Snow Grass was very strong, and the dose taken by Brochette was sufficient, and no one woke up after a day and a night, of course, this was inevitably a lot of short-term sequelae, but now that the army of Misty Mountain had been defeated, they had plenty of time to recuperate. Eastel circled between the sleeping mercenary and the Black Spear Knight, before finally stopping in front of Captain Dahar, the only Black Spear Knight to sleep without a Helmet. Estelle scrutinized the Chief's face, and despite his deathly sleep, Captain Dahar's brows were filled with doubt, resentment, and humiliation—he had fallen asleep with great reluctance, and the joints of his limbs had been removed rather neatly, as was Giger, who was not far away—probably unwilling to let them rush out of the Great Hall, even though the two men were the strongest in the Order of the Black Spear. Eastelle returned to Brochette and asked in a low voice, "Why does he have to be out there alone when there are so many warriors?" It is perfectly possible to put enemies in the auditorium and then set up a defensive line in the library, and the corridors are very narrow to limit the Misty Mountain army from exploiting their numerical advantage. ”

Brochette made a gesture with difficulty, and one of the medical servants picked up the sword of a knight with a black spear and handed it to Istelle. Estelle glanced at the blade and knew the answer: the longsword's curling blade was so severe that it didn't even need to be tried to make an effective slash. Estelle nodded silently, and the healer turned, and Shaoqing brought a long knife with a blade full of gaps. With each turnback, he brought with him a battered weapon, the least worn of the saber that had been handed to Estelle in the first place. Estelle knew she didn't have to look any further, and waved her hand at the healer. But the healer remained unmoved, and handed the half-cut sword to Estelle.

"I was wrong, Dean." Eastelle whispered.

The dagger was retracted from her, and the healer stepped back in silence. Brochette patted Eastale on the shoulder: "I'll have to be more careful in the future." There's a task for you, you order a few quick ones from your men and have them carry some clean snow from nearby. ”

"How much?"

"Until Dams says stop. Then a man was sent out of the city from the south gate on a fast horse, and the people and scholars who had taken refuge in Baranli were to be sent back to Poynbru - the snow that had been brought over was left in front of the Great Hall, and the rest of the work was left to the medical servants. Brochette explained and turned to Luciana, "Luna, come on." ”

"Dean, what's the matter?" Luciana reluctantly looked up from behind a thick tome.

"Come with me to the dean's residence, I need your help drafting a recommended paperwork."

"Then are you going to boil the medicine?" Brochette said angrily, "Hurry up, Dams won't last long—I think Baranduke won't last long." ”

The rescue of Eshua lasted a whole day, and after taking a large amount of blood-burning licorice for almost a day and a night, his physical condition was terrible. His external injuries were not serious, Captain Dahar's armor protected him well, and what was truly fatal was the complete disorder of internal functions. Estheu's temperature has been elevated, and the symptoms of dehydration are getting worse. Even Dams, who has made great achievements in herbology and poisons, is at a loss for anything - no one has ever tried to take Burning Licorice so frequently to support a high-intensity protracted battle, and no one has ever been able to take the equivalent of one-eighth of the dose of Esher Burning Licorice without dying of dehydration - Esher's current situation is not only a blind spot for Dams, but also a blind spot for clinical medicine at the Royal College. All Dams could do was dump the vats of snow on him, but the snow melted quickly, and before it could run over his body, it was evaporated by the heat at a rate visible to the naked eye, and a thick fog soon swirled in the poorly ventilated chamber. The healers kept sending snow into the chamber – perhaps Poynbru's most abundant resource – but it wasn't a long-term solution, and Brochette was still out of the chamber. Dams had to slit Eshy's wrist and bleed to lower his body temperature, but Estheus's strong self-healing abilities allowed the method to be intermittent. The blood that was released was filled with the unique medicinal smell of Burning Licorice, and Dams was sure that with a little refinement, it could be used as a substitute for Burning Licorice.

"How's he doing?" Brochette finally entered the secret room, but the crucible in his hand did not contain medicinal soup, only miscellaneous medicinal herbs.

"Very bad, the Grim Reaper is at the end of his bed." Dams replied, he glanced at the crucible in Brochette's hand, and discerned the medicinal materials inside, among which most of them were noble, and many of them were treasured by the medicinal materials of the Wang Li Academy for many years, but there was still something missing—"Which is the medicine introduction?" Dams asked.

"This." Brochette handed him two large syringes, a dark red liquid floating in them.

"What kind of herb is this?"

"It's not a medicinal herb," said Brochette, "it's the blood I took from him last night." ”

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