"Aha? What's going on? Bloom covered his nose and looked at the necromancer's anomaly with disgust. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's ...... Ro......land suddenly contracted his pupils, and he didn't care about warning, he pushed Bloom away, and instinctively pounced on Lyudmila, crushing her under him, and burying his head deeply, with his back to the necromancer.

The dying mage's lips quirmed, and he spat out the last word: "Boom!" ”

Rumble! With a muffled sound, his corpse exploded abruptly, and the highly toxic plasma mixed with rotting flesh and bone splattered wildly.

Roland felt like he had been hit hard in the back, and the steel armor was suddenly shattered, his body trembled violently, and he couldn't help but spit a mouthful of hot blood on Lyudmila's chest.

"Roland! Rowland! What happened to you? The giant girl hugged his shoulder, her voice trembling with fright, and her face pale.

Bloom ran over and hugged Roland, "Brother, you, you...... You okay? The volume of the last three words quickly weakened, the armor behind Roland was all blown away, and the blurred appearance of flesh and blood was shocking, and what was even more troublesome was that it was also infected with unknown poison, and the wound was corroded and blackened, so could it be okay?

Lyudmila also came back to her senses at this time, and when she saw the wound on Roland's back, she was immediately frightened, and tears couldn't help but welling up in her eyes.

Roland heard the giant girl's sobbing, gritted his teeth to restrain the urge to faint, reluctantly raised his head and grinned at her, and said weakly: "Shame, I was carelessly yin by that black-robed slut for a while...... Lyudmila, don't cry, I can't hang up yet, go find Boris. ”

"That's right! Find Pastor Boris! Lyudmila was reminded by him, jumped up at once, and ran down the mountain, and from afar came her crying call, "Pastor Boris, where are you?" ”

The dwarven warrior Bloom threw away the hammer, sat cross-legged beside Roland, patted him on the shoulder, and said very seriously, "Hey, brother, hold on, you'll be fine!" ”

"Uh-huh." Roland feebly agreed.

"My name is Broome, and Bratu Wrought Iron is my father, and we dwarves will always remember the kindness of the Kolath Legion for today's righteous rescue, and of course I will repay you for saving your life."

"Hey, Brother Bloom, as a dwarf, you're a good talker." Roland smiled weakly.

Bloom stroked the well-braided beard on his chin, and his face was full of pride: "Of course, my father has praised me more than once as 'eloquent Bloom', hmph, but he also often calls me 'Rock Brainy Bloom', which is obviously the prejudice of the old fellow, he can't understand the lively minds of our young people, brother, do you say?" ”

"There is no obvious generation gap between me and my father, and let me state the fact that Bloom my brother, of course you are young as a dwarf, but as a human I am only a third of your age......" Roland insisted on giving himself a holy cure, while distracting from the pain with the help of small talk that did not match Bloom.

"Hey! Young people, don't care about these details, lo and behold, your giant chick is back, and she brought a white-robed old man, but I didn't expect that there are good people among the giants. ”

"Your prejudice against giants is understandable......" Roland couldn't help but laugh at his five-short figure, if he were a dwarf, he would also look at giants in every way.

The smile tugged at the wound, and a tingling pain came from his back, making his face even paler.

"Roland, I brought Mr. Boris here, do you feel better?" Lyudmila knelt beside Roland and looked at him with concern, her face especially tear-stained.

Roland just smiled weakly, indicating that he was okay.

The dwarf Bloom couldn't help but complain: "Woman, you talk a lot of nonsense, isn't it obvious that Brother Roland's situation is clear?" It's no wonder that it feels good! ”

"You go away!" Lyudmila kicked the dwarf and rolled out, "It's all your fault stupid dwarf!" If Roland hadn't been here to save you, he wouldn't have been hurt so badly! ”

"Phew!" Bloom got up, spit out the mud and snow from his mouth, and argued with a face full of grievances: "Moradin is above, the conscience of heaven and earth!" You woman is so unreasonable, Roland did save me, but he was injured in the end to protect you, how can you put all the blame on me? Hmph, considering you're a woman, and you're a Kitland giantess, your unreasonableness is in line with your status. ”

The triple taboo attack of gender, region, and ethnicity was performed at the same time, and Bloom successfully provoked the giantess's anger, rushing up and kicking him in the ass, "Dead dwarf, you are so tired!" I'm tired of being alive, aren't you!? ”

Pastor Boris looked at these two living treasures, shrugged helplessly, and walked quickly to Roland with the medicine box, not talking nonsense, focusing on checking his injuries.

Roland tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "I was plotted by the necromancer if I wasn't careful, I added holy healing to myself, but it was a drop in the bucket." ”

Pastor Boris smiled faintly: "Don't show off the little tricks of the Holy Healing in front of me, and the injury problem still has to be dealt with by professionals." ”

As he spoke, he held the Sindra emblem in both hands and chanted a prayer, a soft white light released from his hand and shone on Roland's scarred, toxin-infested back.

Roland immediately felt a chill in his back, and the burning pain of the hot toxin was cleared away, and the wound returned to a healthy red color. Obviously, this is Pastor Boris using magic to help him remove the toxin.

Later, Boris released another "healing serious injury", which instantly healed the wound on his back.

Roland got up and thanked him, moved his hands and feet, and everything was back to normal, except for a little weakness.

Pastor Boris opened the medicine box, pulled out a test tube-shaped glass bottle and handed it to Roland, this is a recovery potion, I don't know if your necromancer has cast a curse, in short, drinking this potion will not leave any aftermath.

Roland took the potion, was not in a hurry to drink, called up the system panel to check his level and attributes, and found that the level had not been reduced, and the attributes had not been lost, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his immunity was probably high enough to resist the evil curse released when the necromancer died together.

That way, he can save a recovery potion and take it with him in case of any trouble.

At this moment, a group of blackguards surrounded Rudolph and walked towards the hillside.

"My son, I heard that you were injured, how are you doing?" Rudolph shouted from afar, his concern palpable.

"I'm fine, it's just a false alarm." Roland took a cloak from Lyudmila's hand, wrapped it around his body casually, covered his half-naked back, and walked down the hill to his father.

The father and son hugged each other, and Rudolph carefully examined his son's slightly pale face, and asked him, "To be honest, what happened." ”

Roland sneered, and said with palpitations: "Just now, I suffered a small loss by carelessness, and a crazy Naraku believer tried to die with me, thanks to the blessing of my lord Sindra, but he failed to succeed. ”

Rudolph patted his son's sturdy arm, "It's okay, be careful in the future, especially when dealing with Naraku believers, they are all crazy people who don't want to die." ”

Roland nodded and asked his father, "Cook Skullcrusher ran away?" ”

"He's trying to run away." Rudolph smiled sarcastically, and pointed back to the bloody head hanging from the saddle, "Out of respect for the powerful enemy, I gave him plenty of time to put what he had learned, and when he was tired after his rage, I cut off his head." ”