The stone held in the hand of the minotaur shaman had a jagged surface with sharp, irregular protrusions. Looking at the shape, this is an ordinary stone that can be seen everywhere www.biquge.info the pen. Perhaps, this shape only shows that the stone was artificially knocked down from a larger stone.

Although the shape of the stone is ordinary, the entire stone is transparent, and now that it is getting late, the edge of the stone glows with a magnificent red light in the setting sun, making it look like a dream.

However, in the next second, the shaman's movements did not have a trace of this dreamy feeling. I saw that he was holding a stone in his left hand, but in his right hand he was holding a sharp dagger. With the tip of the dagger, he made a deep scar on his hand. Suddenly, red blood stained the transparent stone in his hand. And the shaman only frowned slightly, obviously, this level of pain was used to him.

Then, he lifted it to his chest when it was stained with his own blood, and whispered something in his mouth, while his feet beat rhythmically. Li Mo knew that this was a shaman performing a sacrifice, and they used the war song in their mouths and the pace with a special rhythm to communicate the magical elements between heaven and earth, so that they could cast their own unique magic.

And the blood of the shaman is also an extremely special magical material. They believe that their own blood carries their own breath and can make the medium on which the spell is cast more spiritual.

After a few short war songs, the shaman placed the stone in his hand on the old man's chest and asked him to hold the stone in his hand with both hands. Then, the shaman gasped, and his forehead was already covered with dense beads of sweat. Obviously, this spell also consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Li Mo had already seen that when the stone was held in the old man's hand, his complexion, which had become red, was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually turned into a normal color. Moreover, his blood vessels, which had been bulging before, quickly disappeared under the skin of his neck, and in an instant, the old man, who had experienced a day of pain, fell into a deep sleep. Listening to the sound of his even breathing, he knew that his nerves, which had been tormented by pain for a day, finally relaxed.

After seeing the old man fall asleep, the shaman reached out and took out the stone that the old man was holding in his hand. At this time, the originally colorless and transparent stone has changed. The stone has become colorful, a variety of colors, irregularly filling the whole stone, it seems, there is a kind of bewitching beauty, but it looks complicated, no longer pure.

The shaman looked at the stone in his hand, shook his head, and sighed. Then, he put the colored stone in a cloth bag behind him, and took a new stone from the other person's hand, which was also colorless and transparent like the previous one.

The old man, who had fallen into a deep sleep, was silently carried aside by two mercenaries. There, two stretchers were already placed, on which two other elderly men were lying and fell asleep. Several Assassins were lightly building a skeleton around the stretcher, where they were going to set up a tent so that the old man could sleep without getting cold from the night breeze.

At this time, the Shaman of Kesen had already stood in front of a new patient, and the same steps were taken, first using blood as a medium, and then through war songs and war dances, to perform his magic. Eventually, after putting the gemstone into the patient's hands, end their suffering.

Li Mo discovered that the Kesen shaman did not use a new stone every time. At the end of each patient's treatment, he takes the stone in his hand and observes it, judging whether it can be used again by its color. If he thinks it can be used, then he will put the stone directly into the next patient's hand.

And just like that, the sunset slowly sank below the horizon. The minotaurs set up bonfires to provide light. As time went on, more and more patients were rescued.

There is also a certain consideration in the order in which Shaman Kesen chooses to treat the patients, and at the very beginning, it is the most serious patients who are rescued. As the time goes on, the patient's symptoms become milder and milder because of their better physical fitness. Therefore, the number of times a cast stone can be held on has also increased. However, even so, Shaman Kesen's face became more and more pale, and his steps even began to become vain.

In the beginning, every time a patient is treated, the people around him will let out a cheer of excitement. However, as time went on, people began to fall silent, and no one was excited about the patient's improvement. They were all staring at Pastor Kesen, each with the same concern that he would fall to the ground after the next treatment.

Li Mo, who was outside the court, frowned tightly and fell into thought. He had noticed Pastor Kesen's situation, and he was thinking about a solution at this time.

The reason for Pastor Kesen's symptoms is actually very simple. He just consumes a lot of blood and magic every time he casts a spell. However, losing blood is very easy to do, as long as you drink the blood vial made by Li Mo. If you lose mana, you only need to drink a magic potion.

However, Li Mo didn't know if this shaman could withstand the impact of the blood vial. Moreover, the magic medicine machine is supplemented with pure magical elements. For shamans who use war songs and war dances with totems to unleash magic, can they use magical potions?

After all, although their skills were still called magic according to the description of this world, Li Mo felt that this should belong to the category of witchcraft. It is to use his spiritual power to attract the magical elements between heaven and earth. And is the power they have lost the element of magic, or is it their own energy?

Looking at Shaman Kesen's increasingly vain footsteps, Li Mo sighed. I couldn't wait any longer, and now the Shaman Kelsen was shaking when he walked. I don't know if I can continue to hold on.

Then, Li Mo pushed away the mercenary in front of him and walked into the crowd. At this time, the Kesen shaman was finishing treating a patient and struggled to walk to the next person's stretcher. Li Mo just stood in front of him.

"You're out of strength, and now, you need to rest. Li Mo's words were very direct, he could already see that the shaman in front of him was even a little blurred.

Li Mo's words made the Kesen shaman smile. When he laughed, Li Mo found that the shaman in front of him had chapped lips and wrinkles on his face, but his smile did not have any twilight that belonged to the elderly, but was full of sunshine and vitality.

"I'm okay, hold on a little longer, and when everyone is well, I can have a good rest. ”