Without his hands, it is difficult for Cheese to channel the magic in his body to the outside, the medium, which is crucial in spellcasting. The medium is a way to communicate two unrelated things, and for wizards, they can change the spells and magic that have passed, and the magic effects of thousands of mediums are also thousands, but the magic in similar mediums is very similar, and it is impossible to know their subtleties without careful observation. The hands and feet are the innate medium of the human body, and the meaning of the hand is greater than the foot hiding in the boot.

So, having lost an arm, what else can be used as a medium for the gray robe? The answer to cheese is the mouth, to be precise, the tongue and teeth. People always eat and drink, and taste is a very important part of the five senses, and many times people focus more on the taste of food than touch and smell. This is a kind of communication, a kind of understanding, and for wizards, it can be used as a clue to induce the power in the body to break out of the constraints of the body and affect external objects.

"Whew..."The chewed petals blew out with the breath, glowing with strange colors in the air. Generally speaking, Cheese is still very resistant to such spells, and Gray Tower's training requires him to speak clearly at all times, and the flowers and plants used for spells are often slightly poisonous, which will inevitably affect his mouth after chewing. But now is a special time, even if he hates it, he can only do it in order to help his companions. The magical aura spread rapidly with the wind, like colored ice cubes dropped in boiling water, and a thick white mist formed beneath the hillside.

The mage glanced at Atta beside him, who rushed into the white mist in three or two steps. The fog wasn't enough to charm the elves' eyes, but it was enough to cover the eyes of the Silent One and cover the rest of the team from retreating. It was about three seconds after Atta left that Cheese turned his gaze to Nuisa, who had fallen to the ground stupidly, "Sorry, I take the liberty of asking, can you help me open the water bag on my waist?" ”

Nuisa blinked, and after a few seconds of reaction, quickly got up from the ground, opened the water bag on her waist and lifted it to Cheese's mouth so he could drink. "You just ate wolf poison flowers! Are you crazy? That thing can kill you!"

The mage took a few quick sips of water, quickly driving them in his mouth to clean the remaining petals, then turned to spit them out. This gargle stopped after five times, "Actually, I just wanted to ask her to give me water to rinse my mouth and then go down to bring people back, but apparently the news was not accurately delivered." Sorry, phew, it should feel pretty much the same. ”

The daughter of the wolf lord listened to the words of the gray-robed man with an incomprehensible expression, and she could probably guess that the "she" in the gray-robed mouth was the woman who rushed into the fog just now. Whatever the relationship, Nuisa had to do with the clothed cat and the wizard who could breathe mist from her mouth, and she began to feel that if this was the path that her father's spirit in heaven had arranged for her, it would be too unreal.

But no matter what Nuisa thinks, once the wheel of fate begins to roll, it will not stop, and it will not stop until it reaches the abyss that must exist, and falls off the cliff with everything to pieces. Within a few minutes, several figures rushed out of the edge of the white mist, it was Atta leading Lothar and Batu, and on Batu's back, there was also a corpse, the body of the wolf master.

"Kailas stayed behind to contain those people for the time being, and with his strength and size, he could escape without the help of the White Mist. Atta approached Cheese and spoke to him quickly, then turned to Nuisa and smiled at him, "We'll talk about the details later, but now you can come with us first, don't worry, we're not bad people." ”

After what had just happened, Atta's appearance and voice were indeed more relatable than the rest of the team. Despite having traveled in the wild for so long, the female swordsmen were still accustomed to cleaning and grooming themselves as women, and in fact if she hadn't been in the team, Cheese would probably have been mistaken for some kind of hairy wild ape-man by now. The daughter of the wolf lord nodded naturally, and then ran down the hill with Atta.

The group returned to the place where the two horses had stopped and waited, and immediately began to move in the direction away from the funeral procession. It was only because there was one more person and one corpse than before, and the number of horses could no longer meet the number of the squad, so in desperation, they could only choose to let the corpse of the seriously injured Lothar and the wolf lord ride Harold IV, and Atta and Nuisa rode Batu's horse, and the group walked forward on the grassland, until the sun turned west, and the team slowly stopped.

"It's not an option. "We don't even have a pot, and I can't even boil herbs to make simple medicines." Now it's a knife wound, and we don't know what to encounter in the future, and we urgently need supplies. ”

The others under the firelight didn't say anything, they had already taken off their chain mail, covered their wounds and leaned on the rolled up blanket and half-lay on the ground, and Lothar wanted to say something, but before the words could be spoken, the pain of the wound turned into a gasping sound. Just because it's not critical doesn't mean it's not fatal, and the wild environment means that the wound can become infected at any time, and the disease and ulceration it brings can also make people lose their vitality. Cheese, with a slight sigh, such an emotional statement would not help the problem at hand.

"Atta, come here, I'll teach you to mash the herbs, although the effect may not be good, but it's better than nothing. The swordswoman nodded, knelt by the stone hearth and placed the washed herbs on the stone slab to heat them, while gently tapping them with the dagger's counterweight as instructed by the mage. And Atta's rise meant that Nuisa's side was empty.

"Are you the daughter of the wolf lord?" asked Batu calmly, before he served as a guide for this mission, Batu was afraid that he would regard the identity of the daughter of the wolf lord as a rather big person. But now, somehow, probably because of exhaustion, the woman in the fine fur coat couldn't really mention his interest.

Nuisa was aware of this, and when she was rescued by the team, she was worried about what would happen to her if she got rid of the Silencer. After all, a woman who has no self-protection ability and tribal protection on the steppe is like an ownerless lamb. But when Atta appeared, she didn't have that concern, and with such women in the ranks, she should be worried about what to do if the men didn't pay attention to her. As it was now, no one had been interested in what had happened to Nuisa, except for Batu's belated, seemingly talkative, question.

Nuisa nodded, she had been full of grievances and bitterness, but at this campfire, those pains seemed to be nothing. Although there was no reason, she could still feel that the rescue of her team was not as simple as a caravan or traveler passing by by accidentally. Her pain was in their eyes, that is, Err.

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