Petrification magic wasn't something Cheese had recently mastered, as he had used it against rebellious ghoul hordes back in his days as a lion. It's just that at that time, Cheese couldn't accurately control the scope and object of this magic, coupled with the huge physical and energy consumption, it could only be regarded as the last killer feature. As for now, the mage can petrify a vessel less than the thickness of a finger for a short time. That being said, a broken aorta is not something that can be resolved this way.

The magic of cheese is not yet refined enough to petrify only the blood vessels but not the blood in them. Therefore, he only postponed the massive blood loss that had already begun slightly, and such a delay could not buy much time, because the blood vessels in the two sections of the petrified part of the blood vessel would accumulate blood.

"Get the child's mother, and the father would better bring him as well, and I will tell which of the two of them has the blood to give the child." The mage said to Lothar, his voice and expression calm, but beads of sweat on his forehead. It's too late, he knows it. Even if the Count brought the child's parents at once, even if the child's parents could provide him with blood, from drawing blood to sending blood into the child's body and sewing up the broken blood vessels... It's too late. His magic couldn't buy that much time. Perhaps the most feasible option now is amputation.

"Wait. The shaman opened his mouth to stop Lothar as he was about to rush out, he shook his head, "Don't worry, just stop his bleeding and I'll do the rest." ”

Cheese glanced up, and he didn't see anything false or uncertain in Wu Qi's eyes. Being able to make up for the patient's blood loss at this time, to be honest, he can't do it. In the minds of the gray-robed wizards, they don't even know how to do it, and most people in this world can do it. Remembering that the shaman allowed him to grasp the language of the steppe people in an instant, perhaps this attendant of the spirits really has abilities beyond the mage's cognition. He blinked and decided to believe in the shaman.

As the mage refocused on repairing the patient's body and investigating possible hidden dangers left by parasites, the shaman sat down on a nearby stool. He motioned for Batu to bring over a copper basin that had been used to hold milk. Wu Qi lowered the copper basin to the ground and added clean water from a nearby river to it, mixing the existing milk in the basin into a pale white liquid. "Go and get me some of his blood. ”

Cautiously, mainly for fear of disturbing the cheese's movements, Batu wrapped the viscous blood clots formed by the patient's blood clotting in a cloth and brought it over. The shaman didn't even look at it, and threw the contents of the cloth into the copper basin. Suddenly, blood, water, and milk mixed into a complex liquid, but that wasn't the end of it. Wu Qi took out an unnamed aquatic plant from the vase beside him, broke off the rhizome at the bottom, and used the hollow grass stalk to reach into the mixture and began to stir in one direction, muttering words in his mouth.

Both the Count and the boys of the Gazelle were trying to figure out what the shaman was doing, especially Lothar, because the Count had the impression that the grey robe and the witch could notice the abnormal energy gushing out of their bodies or nearby spaces through their eyes or other phenomena when they cast spells. However, this criterion, which was taken as a rule, seemed to have no effect when placed on the shamans of the grasslands. Although, Wu Qi's straw stalks left a dazzling pattern in the copper basin, although as he stirred, the liquid in the basin gradually became the same color, and even became less and less. Not to mention the magic aura, even Lothar's hand that Lothar deliberately placed on the Fool's righteous handle didn't get any reminder from the witch-hunting knife.

Such a situation was both familiar and foreign to the Count, who for a time thought that he had gained some understanding of the darkness of this world through the power of witch-hunting knives and his contact with witches and cheeses. It is even believed that as long as they can perceive the fluctuations of magic power, then even the most clever spellcaster will be as conspicuous as a shadow in the sun. In retrospect, this self-righteous affirmation itself is a rope that prevents Lothar from knowing the other side of the world. There are no rules for the world under the sun, let alone the places where it can't be illuminated?

The mixture is getting less and less, and the liquid in the basin is getting more and more viscous. They have gone from substances like milk and blood to something in between but something similar. The viscous substance is gradually obscured by the edges of the copper basin, making it impossible to see how much of it remains. When Cheese finished stitching the patient's incision and looked at the face pale from blood loss and the blue lips felt weak, the shaman did his job. Wu Qi picked up the stalk of grass, his hands were very careful, as if he were serving a bowl full of hot soup.

"Open his mouth. The shaman said to Atta, and the swordswoman immediately pinched the patient's jaw and removed the cloth from the latter's mouth. Wu Qi then erected the stalk of the grass and let the slowly dripping inside fall into the patient's mouth. One drop, two drops, and when the third drop began to fall, the shaman moved his hand towards the patient's forehead, and the contents of his straw seemed to become a little more fluid, a pink line that ran from the middle of the upper lip all the way down the midline of the face, through the bridge of the nose and the center of the eyebrows, and finally stopped in the center of the forehead.

An incomprehensible incantation is as confusing as the pattern of three branches at the top of a thin thread. Tired though, Cheese can assure him that this time, he still didn't feel any power associated with magic or magic. So why does the sticky pink substance disappear like rain falling into dry land?

"Well, the child's life was saved. Wu Qi, who had done all this, sat back on the ground and let out a sigh. That being said, his face was no worse than it was before the spell was cast. It seems that for these shamans, the casting of the spell itself does not consume the inner energy in their bodies, but the ritual during the casting process makes them tired. Again, this is a very different place from the magic that Cheese knew. If he could, he would now have the idea of temporarily putting aside the matter of the City of Ten Thousand Laws and staying on the grassland to learn this tradition.

"I'm going to see what it's like. Atta said as he walked out of the yurt. He couldn't stay here because the girl was still counting on finding clues about her relatives in the City of Ten Thousand Laws, and his friend Lothar had to cross the grasslands to find information about his deceased wife. Again, Cheese felt that the relationship between people was binding each of them like chains, forcing them to move in the direction of the chains, either voluntarily or involuntarily. It's like a slave being pulled by a slave owner.

Fortunately, this bad imagination didn't last long, as the female swordsman soon brought back a message, "I don't know when it is." It's foggy, it's foggy!"