Back in his room, Ryan casually threw the notebook on the desk, looking worried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 He had never heard of the specialty of Info Magic Energy Surge, and now he had not had time to be happy when he received such a seemingly powerful boost, but he was poured such a basin of cold water.

The devastated half-elf couldn't help but sigh softly.

Bang bang!

Ryan was so shocked by the loud knocking on the door that he almost fell off his stool, and when he heard someone banging on the door as hard as he could, the half-elf stepped forward with rage.

As the saying goes, don't complain about your situation, because you never know if what's going to happen in the next second is a bigger blow. Ryan had an epiphany in the next moment...

"What are you doing..." As soon as the door opened, Ryan was about to shout, when a familiar young and panicked face stepped forward.

This is? Lanier's classmates?!

"Lanier, something is wrong!"

Due to the recent population boom in the green forest, a large number of marching tents have been erected in the central square of the town, which served as temporary accommodation for adventurers and as a workplace for medical personnel.

In a tent with a closed door, the few priests of the Green Grove were almost all together, and in the middle of them, Lanier lay on his hospital bed, breathless. The two parallel wounds under the shoulder blades have festered and blackened, and countless fine pale black lines have spread almost all over the upper body with them as the center.

"How's Lanier?" With a bang, the door curtain was slammed open, and Ryan rushed in in a hurry, but after everyone's surprised eyes turned in unison, he could only put away his impatience, grabbed the nearest priest and asked.

The latter didn't seem to react yet, and couldn't speak.

"Boy, you scared him." The vicissitudes of life revealed calmness and wisdom, which made the eagerness in Ryan's heart slowly dissipate, and when he turned his head to look, he saw an old man with gray hair slowly walking out of the crowd, "You are Ryan?" ”

"You are?"

"My name is Jonathan, the head of the logistics team." The old man's self-introduction was very understatement, but in fact, as the head of the entire logistics force, coupled with the strength of the middle-level priest, his power was equal to that of Tag.

"What's going on with Lanier?" In normal times, Ryan would definitely have a respectful look at the old man, but now that Lanier's fate was uncertain, he didn't have the leisure to care about these etiquette.

"Not so good." As a doctor, Jonathan has long been accustomed to this situation, and did not have any resistance, and after sighing softly, he immediately narrated Lanier's situation, "The outbreak of the virus started this morning, it was too sudden, even if we dealt with it in time, we could only delay the spread of the toxin." ”

"If you want to get rid of the toxins once and for all, you must bring a priest from the temple of Aldurin, and only there is a priest there who has mastered the four-ring magic of neutralizing toxicity and restoration."

"I'll go right away!" Seeing that the other party's face was full of embarrassment, Ryan thought it was due to a lack of manpower, so he immediately recommended himself.

"Master Taylor should have passed the news over now, presumably there has already set off." Hurriedly stopped the half-elf who was rushing out with his feet raised, and looked at him sweating profusely in a hurry, and suddenly smiled helplessly, "It's useless to be anxious, we have done our best to temporarily control the spread of the virus, but the toxin has already flowed through the whole body through the blood vessels, and the healing magic will not have much effect." ”

"What about secondary restoration? What about removing diseases? You can use it! Seeing the black lines on Lanier's back spread outward again, Ryan suddenly became agitated again, looking at that appearance, he wished he was a priest.

Shaking his head, Jonathan's face became heavier and heavier, looking at the pale Lanier, his eyes revealed deep guilt: "The secondary recovery technique can only work on the magic effect, as for removing the disease, I have already used it, but now the poison has spread, and there are traces of the virus everywhere in his blood, I can only control it and not cure it." ”

"Ryan, don't blame Old Joe, if it weren't for him, Lanier might have died by now." Behind him, the mage who had brought news to Ryan clung to his shoulder, both to stop and to comfort.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." After a brief moment of silence, Ryan let out a long sigh and looked at Lanier with a look of self-reproach.

Seeing this, Jonathan could only sigh helplessly, looked at Lanier in front of him in a daze, and said as if talking to himself: "The only pity now is that Cedric sent out all those adventurers, if there are one or two people among them who have studied potions and alchemy, presumably Lanier will be much safer... ”

Alchemy?!

After a pause, Ryan's mind flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he immediately turned around and rushed out of the tent.

"What's wrong with him?" Glancing back at Ryan, who had gone away, Jonathan's face was confused, and he asked the pastor beside him. The latter spread out his hands and signaled that he did not know anything about it.

With 17 points of agility, Ryan kicked up a cloud of dust and returned to his room like a rocket.

Where is it? Where is it...

He flipped his backpack upside down, and his clothes, books, and all sorts of strange materials were spilled all over the floor. As you can see from the luggage, Ryan is indeed a poor scholar, and his life is so monotonous that there is no entertainment program...

Soon, Ryan let out an exclamation, only to see that he had grabbed a thick classical, gilded and bordered lingua franca in his hand, and most of it had fallen off, even if it was carefully kept by Ryan, he could still see the sense of age from the book.

"Introduction to Alchemy" is the first book Ryan got from Lancedel, but there is no end to the study of magic, and he was deeply addicted to it some time ago, and he didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

Now that the book is in use, Ryan regrets that he didn't understand the book before. Time was running out now, and he didn't have time to read it carefully. Flipping through the previous introduction to alchemy, Ryan stopped in the middle, a detailed article about the various antidotes.

Taking a deep breath, the half-elf calmed down his impatience and took out a pen and paper to immerse himself in his studies.

From O'Dullin, it would take two or three days to travel overnight, and with Lanier's condition deteriorating by the hour, Ryan didn't have much time. But fortunately, he once had a lot of experience in alchemy, although it was a virtual game, the knowledge in his mind was not much different from what was recorded in the book, which made him feel a lot more relieved for a while.

In Ariel, there are three types of poisoning, physical toxins, magical effects, and soul-deep curses. The corpse assassin did not have the ability to cast spells, which meant that Lanier's symptoms were not magical, and lifting the soul curse was not something that novice alchemists could do, and Ryan could only start with physical toxins at the moment.

Judging by Lanier's state, the virus has the ability to latent and parasitize, has a long time of invention, and eats away at the lives and energy of the poisoned. Combined with experience, Ryan wrote a few firm and powerful big words, Ghoul Plague!

Ghoul plague is a general term for the walking dead undead toxins, and their properties and effects can be basically equated. The virus in Lanier's body is similar to the Ghoul Fever that Ryan contracted during his previous battle with the Ghouls, but in greater volume, deeper infection, and more active toxins.

Ryan is a ranger with a stronger physique than a simple mage, and much more resistant to viruses. At that time, the wound was not large, and after recovering from the war, his body eliminated the virus as soon as possible, but unlike Lanier, the wound on the shoulder blade was close to the heart, and I am afraid that it had already entered the circulatory system at that time.

Looking at his conclusion, Ryan was relieved and blamed himself. This knowledge has been in his mind for a long time, but it is stupid that Lanier was injured and he failed to seize the first treatment time to help him delay his illness and find a doctor...