Although Nefarian would have loved to have the flamboyant reptile struck in front of his sister, his wish was unfortunately not granted. The duel between the two has been postponed, and it is the kind that has been postponed indefinitely.

The reason is very simple, Ren Fan is injured, and it is a very serious kind.

When Onexia gave her latest work to Ren Fan, this nurse with a paladin's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster. Ember Bringer, it's rotten on the streets, but it's not through a computer screen! The temptation of holding an Ember Messenger in his hands is hard to resist, and the only thing that can be compared to it is the Frost Sorrow that has not yet appeared in the endless ice of Northrend.

And then, he was tragic.

Although there may be a gap in materials with the original Ember Messenger, Onexia's craftsmanship is actually not comparable to that of Magni Copperbeard at this time. If you really compare them, I am afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish between these two swords for a while.

And as a top-level equipment, it must naturally have a soul binding. Although this thing sounds high-end, it is actually similar to a combination lock. Without this combination lock, it would have been possible for others to use the sword, but they would not have been able to use the enchantment of the blade that had been done during the forging process and any of the magic-related things that had been applied during the post-processing. And in this way, the sword also became an ordinary ...... Or a better quality ordinary piece of iron.

And soul binding is also very simple, only need to inject a trace of soul fragments. Generally speaking, injecting soul shards does no harm, and at most causes a brief dizziness side effect.

However......

When Onexia wrote the soul-infusing glyph at the end, she was frightened and accidentally spent so many more. Although it is less than a centimeter, it should not be underestimated. In the process of soul infusion, Ren Fan, who should have been unharmed, fainted directly to the ground, and after examination, it was concluded that the soul was damaged and caused protective shock......

Although he couldn't help but say a few crooked words, 'It's really fragile and vulnerable', but it's all about playing tricks, and he knows very well how much damage this time will do to Ren Fan. He was absorbed by the sword for a full tenth of his soul, let alone a human, and I am afraid that he would not be able to accept it if he was a dragon. Even if this guy's Jiren Tianxiang recovers, I'm afraid it will be impossible for his strength to return to his previous state.

All Nefarian could say about it was 'Well done!' ’

As the initiator of the matter, Onexia felt very remorseful, and in the past few days when Ren Fan was in a coma, she took care of her undressed...... Although in the eyes of Khadgar and others, this care is no different from murder:

Feed water to Ren Fan in a coma - boiling water (the black dragon clan generally has no feeling for high temperatures)

Cool down Ren Fan, who is slightly hot, by placing an ice cube the size of a brick on his forehead.......

Take care of Ren Fan's bedside at night until he falls asleep - although Khadgar feels that there is a beautiful woman sleeping on your arm, and your palm is still inadvertently touching some heart-warming softness It is a very happy thing, but looking at the expression on Ren Fan's face, he suddenly feels that things do not seem to be so simple......

Fortunately, the holy light seemed to favor this inconspicuous little man, and on the third day, Ren Fan slowly sobered up. And the first thing he woke up to, he gave himself three healing techniques, and then ran to the toilet to release the torrent despite everyone's surprised eyes.

To Nefarian's surprise, Ren Fan's soul seemed to be slowly recovering, rather than becoming permanent damage as he had imagined. However, despite this, the sequelae are inevitable. In the past few days, Ren Fan has been feeling groggy, as if he didn't wake up from sleep.

In this case, theoretically neither Lothar nor Khadgar were willing to disturb the poor fellow too much, but the situation was urgent, and when Ren Fan carefully endured internal injuries and ate a barbecue cooked by Onexia himself, Khadgar was a little embarrassed and a little impatient to push the door in.

By the way, Ren Fan's home has been completely ruined, and now he has moved to a separate garden in Lothar in Stormhaven. Although this courtyard, which Ren Fan seriously suspected to be used for the Golden House, was not large, there was no problem with three people.

As for which three people, I don't need to go into details.

Raising his head and seeing Khadgar's old face and the rather inappropriate expression of urgency on his face, Ren Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, then hurriedly put aside the black carbide in the bowl, stood up and said to Khadgar:

"Look at your expression...... Is there something wrong? ”

"Although I don't want to disturb your cultivation, but ......" After a moment's hesitation, Khadgar still spoke: "But I hope you ...... You'll be able to go to the front line to heal those soldiers, please! ”

"Is there already such a fierce fight ahead?" Ren Fan said with some surprise. There weren't many priests in Stormwind, and most of them were on the front lines to help with the treatment. In fact, not all wounded will be treated by priests, and only middle and lower-ranking officers will have such opportunities. Most ordinary soldiers still have to find their own doctors, after all, the priests have a limited amount of treatment, and they must ensure that the most valuable people are treated.

And now the arrival of Khadgar means......

It means that a large number of casualties among middle and lower-ranking officers have begun to appear on the front line!

This does not bode well, as it indicates that the war has begun to heat up and hand-to-hand combat has become more frequent.

He dragged his tattered robe from a hanger on the side, and put on his wrist blade, his sleeve arrow, his musket, and his dagger with ease. He took out two small cloth bags from under the bed and stuffed them into the inner pockets of his clothes, hesitated for a moment, then hung the long sword he named 'Lightbringer' on his waist, picked up the staff, and patted the other man on the shoulder under Khadgar's somewhat strange gaze:

"Let's go."

"Sometimes I don't know if you're a priest or not...... "Khadgar muttered to himself as he sketched his foot on the ground very casually. This was what he and Nefarian had learned, and surprisingly, the archmage and the dragon prince seemed to have a common language, and they could often be seen laughing and laughing together, or their heads together to study something. Every time at this time, Ren Fan seems to be able to see the bloody sunset on Brokeback Mountain.

However, unlike Nefarian, who struggled to condense the Ao Neng on the soles of his feet and walk to portray the circle, Khadgar preferred this method. In his own words, this is convenient for him to fight other people's fireballs in the future, and at the same time prepare to run away if he can't take measures.

"Trust me, you'll find a guy who doesn't look like a priest than me in the future, oh yes, that guy seems to be very good at picking up girls, you can talk to him a little more when you have time."

Looking at Khadgar, who was drifting away on the philosophical road, Ren Fan kindly reminded.

"Let's talk about these things later!" Khadgar couldn't help but blush when Ren Fan said it, waved his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly. Then, the light and shadow change. As soon as he opened his eyes again, Ren Fan found that he had reached the front line. It has to be said that Khadgar's progress can really be said to be terrifying. A few months ago, Khadgar was a rookie who would make everyone vomit like a dog after teleporting, and now ...... At least everyone else is okay......

"I'm sorry, I'm still not used to this feeling......" Khadgar, whose face was pale, covered his mouth and ran out, his old appearance and his brisk movements were really inexplicably funny.

Shaking his head, the feeling of trance still accompanied him, although it was somewhat reduced, but it still did not heal. Before he could find a place to sit, the tent curtain was lifted. Two soldiers with black and gray faces ran in with a stretcher, and when they saw Ren Fan, their eyes instantly lit up:

"Mr. Pastor, please save the Duke!"