Martin has given advice to the gods, but it is the other party's business to listen or not, and the gods are not obliged to report to him Martin.

Because PUBG is a fast-paced game, it is impossible to make a game very long, otherwise the rhythm will slow down, and it will become a game of hunting for the old.

After becoming an otherworldly version of a live-action battle royale, Martin has no score at all about what kind of rhythm it is. He only knew that with his and Francis's current equipment, he was absolutely looking for death.

When the two orcs were gone, Francis stood in the middle of the hall and looked at the human knight who had died for a long time, and then seemed to murmur a few words.

"Do you know who he is?"

The knight shook her head: "Maybe I know, but I'm not sure." If I had the chance to go back, I'd go through the files. However, I can tell you that this emblem is definitely not among the existing nobles of the Rick Empire. ”

Francis pointed to the badge on the knight's left breastplate, a small blue shield that towered over the snow-capped mountains.

Martin was also a little confused.

The territory of the Rick Empire is too vast, if it is the Elector of the North, Martin may still be able to find out, in case it is a knight who has died under the Elector for n years, then there is really no place to check it.

No, Martin wasn't even sure that this place really existed on the continent of Kaos.

Sighing softly, Martin took Franise back to the main gate.

"Mr. Grants, it looks like you know a lot about this bloody match?"

"No, I also judge the situation by the status quo. Martin refused to let go, but asked casually, "yes, how did you get here?"

Francise did not hide it: "My most trusted maid has been killed. An Assassin ripped off her face, made a human skin mask, put it on his face, and took advantage of the night to reach into my room and give me an orc dagger with cursed venom. Even though I killed the assassin too, I was immediately pulled into this damn place. ”

Martin sighed, "What a coincidence, I was stabbed in the back directly by a fanatical orc assassin. ”

"Ho, it seems that I have the same disease as you. Are you also a meniscus dagger?"

"Green Cursed Venom?" Martin smiled.

Without further ado, the two shook their claws gently.

"Where are you going now?" the knight was still a little limped.

"Since it's an orc fortress, there should be a shaman's small house. I thought maybe we could find a cure in that place. ”

"You dare to use those orc maniacs?"

"It doesn't have to be all orc shamanic stuff. ”

Martin quickly found his target, and then he was confused.

The tents of the orc shamans are not hard to find. Shamans have a transcendent status in orc society. They weren't chiefs, nor were they directly in charge of orc soldiers, but every orc respected the shaman. Because shamans are super people who combine all the advantages of a wise man, an elder, a god, a pharmacist, and a doctor.

Even the shaman's giant tent was separated from the chief's fortress.

Just less than fifty meters from the fortress, Martin found it.

Lifting the thick curtain at the door of the tent with countless greasy paw prints, Martin felt like he had seen a pharmacy in the Celestial Empire, domestic and imported, prescription, over-the-counter, and Shenma medicine.

In the tent of the orc shaman, the so-called 'bandage' was found, and the god meowed the [Holy Light Bandage] soaked in the holy water of Sigma.

Of course, there are also orc shamans, and those outsiders who accidentally eat one part will have diarrhea, and eat two parts will die on the spot.

Those black and sticky ointments, Martin scanned them three times with the system spirit, and he couldn't analyze the ingredients.

Not only did Martin find healing medicines for humans and orcs, but Martin even found the Blood of the Holy Demons, which was supposed to be for vampires, and the Tears of the Elves, which were supposed to be for the Wood Elves.

Martin's head was full of black lines. Suggest to that group of uncles that they throw medicines everywhere, and what they pick up depends on their character. Well, I don't know who came up with the idea, or if it was the result of a compromise between the gods of different camps. Anyway, all the medicines in this fortress are probably here.

Martin didn't stop doing anything, he directly mixed the box of [Holy Demon Blood] with the orc shaman's ointment, and then sprinkled it on the ground casually.

Whoever likes to use it will go to the ground to purify the sediment himself.

Francis, who was next to her, looked at Martin, who she couldn't use and didn't give it to others, and was silent for a long time after deducing what it means to have extremely poor quality.

"The leg armor on your right leg is off, and I'll try to bandage you. Martin said directly in a commanding tone.

"I ...... I...... I ......" The female knight didn't know whether she was shy or entangled, but she twisted for a long time before she untied the straps of her leg armor, and emphasized: "I won't tear my pants and tie any bandages directly." ”

Martin didn't think that way: "I don't know how it will work." But the key is the sigma holy water soaked in the bandage, if it can seep in, it should also be effective. ”

Francis's legs are beautiful, not only with the most beautiful streamlined thighs, but also quite straight and slender.

Martin had to admit that the only ones that could fight in his cognition were the artificial thighs that were made by liposuction through the country of sticks.

Even if Martin didn't have a heart, the female knight seemed to be quite irritated and nervous.

From the knee to the middle of the thigh, Martin wrapped a bandage around her right leg about ten times, and then tied a bow to call it a day.

"How does it feel?"

Francis stood up and tapped the ground with her toes: "This...... It's really amazing. Reminds me of the time when I sprained my ankle two years ago and the bishop treated me......"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Martin became more and more curious about the identity of 'Francis'. He could only speculate that her status must be noble, at least at the level of the Duke of the Field. Maybe she's one of the Electors of the Rick Empire.

The so-called elector means that the emperor of the empire is not appointed by the old emperor, but by the strongest dukes in the country, voted for by one person, one vote. This is the inevitable result of the centralization of power and the excessive strength of the local princes.

The civil war in the Rick Empire is also obviously related to the inability of the Electors to reach an agreement.

However, Martin has no time to care about the affairs of Rick's empire for the time being, he only needs to focus his energy on this bloody competition for the time being.

At the very least, humanity should be the one who can strive for a temporary alliance.

"I seem to be all right, so what are we going to do now?" asked France.

Martin looked into the distance: "Let's find the transportation first, and then go to block the bridge." ”