Father Lancaster looked a little more tired this time than ever. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Jon, you're here!" When Jon and Bridget arrived at the cathedral, he said with some eagerness, "My boys, I think there's an urgent task that I need you to accomplish with me!" ”

"Urgent mission?" Bridget couldn't help but be a little puzzled by this.

Jon was very indifferent, as priests, they often need to take on the responsibility of helping civilians, commonplace, I am afraid that today's urgent task is nothing more than that.

Just as Jon had expected, Lancaster replied, "There's a group of refugees in Brill, boys, we should help them!" ”

Brill is a small town located not far north of Lordaeron.

"Father, before that, I think you should rest for a while!" Jon was very much at Chen Ken's suggestion.

Father Lancaster's face was a little pale, and his eyes were slightly red, he had been busy until late at night because of some things last night, and he had come to the church early this morning for a service, and there was no time to rest during this time.

The priest shook his head: "There should be no time to rest!" Hurry up and get ready, bring the antidote and bandages, the carriage is waiting for us at the city gates! ”

"Okay, I'll be ready right away!" Jon nodded, turned back to the girl and said, "Bridget, come with me!" I'll teach you how to prepare first aid supplies like bandages and antidotes! ”

……

The refugees were camped near the town of Brill, and the scene was a little chaotic, with the moans of the wounded, the wails of the women, and the brainlessness of the children, and it was clear that many of them were injured.

Several knights with silver hands were managing order, and the scene was fairly controlled.

All three of them took their packages and stepped out of the carriage. Father Lancaster walked into one tent, and Jon and Bridget walked into another, all of which were medical tents that had been set up. Upon hearing the news, the refugees lined up in front of two tents and waited for the priest to help.

Two hours later.

"Jon, I'm so tired, help me!" Putting on a mantra for a newborn child, and sending off the last refugee in front of him in his mother's foreword, Bridget's face is a little unpleasant!

"You're running out of mana!" Jon looked at Bridget's face and said, "Close your eyes and rest for a while, but don't fall asleep!" ”

"Yes, okay!" Bridget nodded obediently.

"You should have stopped casting spells ten minutes ago, knowing that once the mana is close to being exhausted or completely exhausted, it will have serious consequences for the caster!" Jon said as he made a few strange movements with his hands, but Bridget, who closed his eyes, didn't notice.

"Alright, you can open your eyes!"

"Why!" Bridget opened her eyes and looked at Jon with some confusion, and suddenly her expression changed: "Wait, why do I feel like I've recovered a lot of mana in an instant!" ”

"Jon, what did you do to me?"

Looking at the girl's suspicious eyes, Jon waved his hand innocently: "I didn't do anything, I just released a recovery spell on you!" ”

"Can recovery restore mana?" Bridget's face was still full of doubt, and in her mind, the way to obtain mana was either by taking a mana potion refined by an alchemist, or through some evil shadow magic.

"Who knows!" Jon said nonchalantly, "But that's a good thing, right, being in a state of mana depletion for a long time can do a lot of damage to the caster, and it may even be life-threatening." ”

"Okay, okay!" Bridget didn't continue to dwell on this: "It's strange, you seem to know a lot about these out-of-the-way things......

Jon lowered his head and let out a wry smile as he looked at his right arm, under the white priest's robes, there was a deep scar from his last night in Stormwind.

The most terrible danger that mana depletion can bring, he knew that night.

……

The door opened, and Father Lancaster entered, his face even more ugly than before.

"Father, are you alright?" Bridget asked, with some concern.

"It's okay, it's just that there are more patients than expected, and I knew I should have called a few more pastors in the church!" Father Lancaster shook his head: "Children, you're not tired! ”

Bridget and Jon shook their heads at the same time, in fact, they had only helped treat a small group of refugees with minor injuries and blessed their newborn children, and most of the rest of the work was done by Father Lancaster.

Bridget's previous mana depletion was purely due to her lack of experience in spellcasting.

"Father, where did these refugees come from? I saw a lot of scars from blunt blows on them! Jon asked suddenly.

"I've just learned from them that they fled from Steinbrad in Alterac to the south, and their home was invaded by a group of orcs, but fortunately the orcs didn't have many weapons, so they fled to Lord......aeron without much casualties," Father Lancaster sighed.

"Orcs, weren't they put in a shelter at the end of World War II?" Bridget asked, confused.

"Most of the orcs have been put in the asylum camp, but there are a small number of people who are still fleeing to all corners of Lordaeron, but their numbers have been decreasing in recent years under the siege of the Silver Hand......"

"Orcs!" Jon's voice was so low that even Father Lancaster beside him couldn't hear it, but his eyes narrowed slightly......

Father Lancaster continued:

"Speaking of orcs, I received word yesterday that a mage from Kenrito had pursued an orc warlock to the Tirisfal glade, and her mentor had written me a letter asking me to send a priest to assist her in a few days! Which of the two of you wants to go? ”

As he spoke, the priest glanced at Bridget. The mage of Kenrito was also a young woman, so Father Lancaster decided that Brigitte was the best person for the trip.

"Miss Abydis?" He asked softly.

"Father, can I do this? After all, Brigitte wasn't very familiar with something about it. Jon said suddenly, calmly.

"Of course you can, if Miss Abydis has no opinion!"

"I don't have a problem." Bridget nodded.