"Come and see this old fat man, can you still be saved?" Bolon sat on the ground and gasped for breath, then struggled to his feet. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info him look at the battlefield and then go and pick up his sword. By the way, he also brought back a longbow, three axes and a few arrows.

Zhao Mai came to Sir Rodric's side, the white-bearded old man still stubbornly awake, clenching his teeth, wheezing hard from his nose and between his teeth, apparently suffering from severe pain. In order not to worry others, and in order not to affect the morale of his own side in battle, he was stunned and did not say a word. "Madame is still ...... OK...... Okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Caitlyn ran to her knees beside Sir Rodric. The white-bearded old man's chest was sunken, one leg was flat from the knee down, and the other leg was bent at an odd angle. His face was pale, and he had obviously lost a lot of blood. If there is a bachelor who is proficient in medical skills at this time, he will have a livelihood. But now, there are still several days to go from Eagle's Nest, and Jazz may not be able to hold out there.

"Get out of the way, don't crowd here. Zhao Mai looked at it, and then said to Mrs. Stark, "Help me fight, I'll try to save him." Give me your dagger first, I need something sharp to cut through his hard armor. Also, raise the fire and boil a pot of water and a pot of meat. Now there is horse meat, cut into small pieces and cooked quickly, and the wounded need to eat. ”

Mrs. Stark didn't say a word, took out her dagger and threw it to Zhao Mai, and then began to get busy. Without suspecting that others were the murderers of her own children, she was a shrewd and capable woman, always tenacious and courageous, like the people of the North. She felt a little remorseful in her heart, after all, it was she who made the temporary decision to arrest Tyrion, and it was she who decided to go to the Eagle's Nest in the East with a group of improvised horses. She had heard her sister complain about how savage and dangerous the mountain people here were, and how easy it was to go wrong without a regular army. She knew it, but she ......

Sir Rodric had been the head of her family for many years, and remembered that even her husband, Ned, the now Hand of the King, Duke of Winterfell, had been trained by him. Over the years, Sir Rodric has been more like an elder of his own family than a sect leader, a knight, and a loyal vassal. Caitlin prayed to the Seven Gods, to the Father, to the Virgin, to the Warrior, to the Maiden, to the Blacksmith, and to the Old Lady that Sir would save the day. She even pleaded with the last deity, the "stranger", not to take Sir's soul with him.

But the only thing that can really save Jazz is the natural force manipulated by Zhao Mai. Cutting open his clothes and pants to expose the wounds, the situation is not optimistic. Zhao Mai uses psychic abilities to strengthen his senses, see through the skin, and then use the telepathic ring to help move bones. He is not an orthopedic surgeon, and he has never studied any medical skills, but as long as he causes bleeding and other wounds, he whispers a mantra to let the natural force seal the bleeding and give the body a chance to heal itself.

"I'm afraid your legs won't work, and now there are two paths for you to choose. One is that I helped you stop the bleeding simply, and you endured the pain all the way to Eagle's Nest City, so that the bachelors there could see if there was a better chance of bone grafting. But doing so will most likely make you die of pain halfway through. The other is that I sawed off your leg so that you could make sure you survived and fitted a prosthetic leg later. ”

"I can hold back. Sir Rodric said, "I'll be the first!"

"In that case, we can't afford to delay too much. I'll take care of it for you, and we'll go. After Zhao Mai finished speaking, he continued to get busy.

In addition to Zhao Mai and Sir Zhao, the only survivors were Caitlin, Tyrion, Safra, Bronn and the troubadour Marian, who had been cowering under the car. This timid fellow has no other words to comment on than to explain it with luck. And thankfully, his harp strings broke, and it seems that he won't be tormented by his crappy songs again along the way.

"I've never seen your cure. Safer withdrew the long knife into its scabbard and stood opposite Zhao Mai with his arms crossed. "Can you tell me what it's called?"

"Well, it's called healing. Zhao Mai glanced up at him, then waved his hand at him. "Give way a little, you're blocking the light. ”

"I'm sorry. Savor took a step to the side, then continued, "How did you get the spear that the troll threw back?"

"What are you doing, the King's agent?" Zhao Mai became alert.

"He's supposed to be a witcher, once part of the Academy, specializing in dealing with evil wizards, demons, and spirits. In order to deal with the giant monsters, their weapons are very unique, just like the one in Sarfur's hand. "Tyrion dragged the heavy axe all the time, even after the fight. He now needs to talk to people to get out of the state of the battlefield. Moreover, his foot cramps are terrible, and I hope Mike can treat him.

"You guessed it right, I'm a witcher, dealing with all sorts of weird things. The trolls just now are like this, the monsters left over from the evil magic of the past, the minds have been distorted, and they will only cause one killing after another. ”

Tyrion shook his head and said, "I always thought you didn't really exist, but this time I happened to see the sign on the back of your long knife. Even the school doesn't admit that there really is a team of witchers, and it never records you in a book. ”

"Then how do you know?" Zhao Mai frowned. Others thought he was dealing with a headache from his wounds, but in fact he was thinking about something more troublesome: he had never heard of witchers in books, movies, and movies about Westeros. The man Saffer, like the dragon that flew in the fog before, was a sudden change. While the nodes of the big events are still protected - like Tyrion and Catelyn are still alive - where do the other changes come from?

Zhong Jianbai assured that this trip to Westeros was a "low-intensity, high-stability" world tour. This means that on the one hand, it is about security, and the power level of this world is not high, and there is not much danger. Stability says that "the course of events will not be changed drastically, and will be not much different from the 'historical record' that is influenced by 'inspiration'." ”

But things seem to have changed a bit. Although the intensity was still low, there were many things that Zhao Mai did not expect at all. Sir Rodric didn't have to be so badly wounded, and if he hadn't thrown his spear in time to halt the giant's attack, there would have been no more sir!

'The adventure with change is more interesting, but this change should not affect the purpose of my trip!'

No one could hear what he was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand it. Tyrion let out a long sigh and said to Zhao Mai, "I've always dreamed of having a dragon of my own, so I'm very interested in all kinds of mysterious things. I don't deny that I once wanted to be a magician, after all, a magician doesn't need to be tall. It's a pity that I can't even cast a spell, I can't match a potion, and I don't have a dragon. I did, however, read quite a few books about it, including some rare travelogues or diaries. ”

"I'm the last demon hunter. "There is no magic in this world, and there are no dragons, so the power of the demon hunters is no longer necessary. At most, that is, to encounter such a troll. A good swordsman can easily kill such an enemy, and it doesn't have to be a demon hunter to solve it. ”

"Do you know how to spell, even the simplest?" said Tyrion's eyes, with a hint of anticipation.

"No, no one can cast a spell right now. Safre suddenly pointed at Zhao Mai: "Maybe except for him." (To be continued.) )