Strong feelings and the desire to become stronger are one of the fastest ways to cultivate magic, and since the last time Angelina was inadvertently hit, Sylvia's strength has grown at a leap and bound. In just three months www.biquge.info his strength had already reached the elite level, but because his cultivation speed was too fast, it also brought a great burden to his body.

In the past three months, with the growth of magic power, Sylvia's skin gradually dried up, although he lived in a small village, his skin originally looked very fair, even Angelina once said that he looked like a nobleman. But now his skin has changed from the original round and fair to the current dry and yellow thin, and even the bones on his hands and wrists are clearly visible.

His plump cheeks have also become very thin, his cheekbones are even high and protruding, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and obvious wrinkles can be seen in the corners of his eyes and around his nose, as if he has aged for decades all of a sudden.

And his hair had turned white after the last time he cultivated dark magic, but it was still that pale white, and now it had turned a miserable white similar to that after the color was completely detached, as if it was the color of bones. And every morning, when Sylvia woke up, he could see a lot of hair falling out on the pillow, so much so that he now had to wear a headscarf every day to hide his hair that was almost out.

The complete opposite of his eyes was his eyes, which had become deeper than before, as if they were filled with stars, which was also one of the manifestations of his astral magic.

Since Sylvia's appearance has changed so badly during this time, he now chooses to go at night to deliver things to his neighbors. During the day, he would go deep into the mountains to practice magic or hunt, avoiding interacting with people, in case the neighbors would see him.

Originally, if this continued, Sylvia might not be able to keep up with the energy of her body due to excessive cultivation of magic, resulting in a backlash, and finally her life was whimpering. However, because the meditation method taught to him by Count McDowell was not particularly advanced, his cultivation speed began to gradually slow down when he reached the elite level. Therefore, after advancing to the elite level, when he tried to cultivate but made no progress, Sylvia temporarily gave up practicing dark magic, which also allowed his life to be extended temporarily.

As his magic power gradually grew, Sylvia found that his physical fitness was getting worse and worse, and he originally relied on his swordsmanship and basic magic to cooperate with each other, and it was not a problem to kill some beasts. But it was only yesterday when he used his swordsmanship to fight with a wild wolf in close combat, and he was slapped by the wild wolf and broke several ribs, and he realized that he had a problem with his body.

But in such a small village, not to mention a priest or a healer, there is not even a basic doctor. When the residents are sick, they all go to the mountains to collect some medicinal herbs, and if they are cured, they can only resign themselves to fate.

Enduring the pain, Sylvia gathered some herbs for bruising and returned to her room. However, due to the decay of her physical fitness and the rain on the way back, Sylvia started to burn like this, and the fever was so severe that she even fell into hallucinations several times.

Since Sylvia sends things to the neighbors around him once every three or five days on average, he doesn't think that the neighbors have appeared for several days, although some neighbors are not very relieved, but after knocking on the door and finding that no one answered, everyone agreed that Sylvia should still be in the mountains, after all, when a hunter is chasing prey in the mountains, it is normal to rest on the mountain for a few days.

Sylvia continued to have a fever for thirty days, but no one noticed, but fortunately he was accustomed to drying the game he had hunted into jerky, and there was still some water left in the water tank in the room. Every day, when it is not particularly uncomfortable, I get up and eat and drink a little, and then continue to stand up in bed.

But apparently the heavens did not favor Sylvia, and on the fourth night a small wound on his arm was scratched by a wolf, and the infection worsened. The wound was about five centimeters long, and although it was not large, it was extremely infected, and the entire wound around him had suppurated, and even a faint stench could be smelled.

Sylvia's fever has worsened since the wound suppurated, and he now spends less and less time awake each day, and more and more time lulling into hallucinations. In fact, he knew very well that some things were hallucinations, but looking at his imaginary parents and Angelina, who smiled at him, Sylvia had an idea in his heart.

"Actually, it's not bad to die like this......"

On the fifth night of Sylvia's return, his condition was already very serious, his entire left arm had swollen twice as thick, the pus-filled wound had turned black, and the stench that had been only faint had become pungent by this time.

Lying on his back, Sylvia stared at the ceiling with his blank eyes, reflecting on the past fourteen years of his life, only to find that the last few months had been the most exciting and memorable.

"Actually, I like you super, really much...... Angelina......"

With a loud bang, Sylvia's door was kicked open, and Angelina, who smelled the pungent stench after entering the door, glanced around in a panic, and immediately found Sylvia lying on the bed, her entire left arm exposed and very suppurated.

Angelina had long since lost her usual calm and poisonous style, she closed the door with her backhand and walked briskly towards Sylvia's bedside, and because she was too excited and worried, she kicked a raised plank on Sylvia's floor, and then she fell face down on the floor.

Standing up with a somewhat sour nose, only to find that such a humiliating situation had happened, Sylvia was still staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, Angelina walked over, grabbed Sylvia's right hand very worriedly, and said, "Don't worry, I'll treat you right away." ”

Sylvia reluctantly tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a blunt smile, and then muttered in a hoarse voice, "Is it another hallucination? this hallucination...... It's so real, you can feel the temperature......"

There was a hint of tenderness in the hollow dark green pupils, Sylvia stiffly turned her head to stare at Angelina's face, he opened his mouth slightly, and was about to say something, but a violent feeling of dizziness hit him and he fainted.

Angelina gritted her teeth, what she said just now about treating Sylvia was actually mainly to comfort Sylvia, because Angelina herself was not good at healing magic, she basically didn't use light or water magic, and the treatment she said was only a physical treatment.

The stench of Sylvia's wound was enough to make even the most professional doctors frown, but Angelina bit her lower lip and took a small needle to pick out all the pus from Sylvia's wound.

But the wound dragged on for too long, and the wolf that scratched Sylvia was not an ordinary wild wolf, it was about to evolve into a magical beast, and the most notable feature was that it had some unique attributes on its claws...... That's poison. That's why Sylvia, who was invaded by this toxin, fell so quickly, and even most of the muscles in Sylvia's arms were already necrotic.

Tried to fill Sylvia with two bottles of potion, but Sylvia's left hand didn't get any better except for a calmer breathing, and even the black toxin continued to spread upwards. Angelina took a hollow silver needle and gently stabbed it in Sylvia's left upper arm, and when she pulled it out, she found that the blood dripping from the silver needle was already crimson and blackened.

Gritting her teeth, Angelina knew that there was only one way now, and that was to amputate Sylvia's leg. Of course, amputation in a place as full of magic and wonder as the world of Champong is not a sign of despair, let alone amputation, and there is a great way to restore you even if you are only half of your body left.

So in order to save Sylvia's life, Angelina had to use a knife to amputate Sylvia's limbs. Outside, the wind was mixed with the torrential rain, and inside the hut, Angelina used two scalpels in her hand and some simple medicine to amputate Sylvia's leg. (To be continued.) )