"Big brother, what is the matter with you calling me over?" asked the funny elf, who was wrapped in a thick fur coat and wore more than two magic shields over his body.

He walked out of the room with a sigh of air, and then immediately jumped to the edge of the fire, and after taking his hands out of his sleeves, he laid them down directly on the edge of the stove, and immediately showed a very intoxicated appearance.

Looking at the appearance of the funny elf, Mo Duo was quite speechless, and it was understandable that he was afraid of the cold, but he didn't want to look so obscene, and finally forcibly put up with it, and wanted to beat this slut.

The little dwarf pointed to the wounded man on the ground and said, "Give him some powerful healing techniques, I have something to ask him." ”

Speaking of business, Lan Lan was also a little serious, he leaned over and took a closer look, then frowned and pointed to the ashes on the wounded, and scolded: "Who got this special, is it disgusted that this wounded man died not fast enough; ”

As soon as he said this, the lethality was too great, and the treatment team headed by the great shaman and others suddenly turned as stinky as pig's liver; fortunately, they also knew that their treatment techniques were fundamentally different concepts from spell healing, and some of them lowered their heads weakly.

The seriously injured man who didn't know what he had done wrong in his previous life and would suffer so much in this life was soaked again, and he immediately choked when he saw it.

At this time, the funny elf began his coquettish performance, and Mo Duo could be regarded as thoroughly aware of the great elf king's evaluation of Lan Lan's sentence 'The healing spell is not bad', how humble it was, and the faint pride that Mo Duo did not notice.

I saw Lan Lan take out his staff, and after a series of dazzling gestures, several powerful healing techniques fell on the seriously injured man in succession, and then under the eyes of everyone, those wounds that were still bleeding began to close rapidly, and finally closed together perfectly......

In the end, the seriously injured man who was still a wound all over his body just now, after a while, the small injuries on his body were gone, and those slightly larger wounds were also covered with a thick layer of blood scabs, and it seemed that he only needed to wait with peace of mind, and these blood scabs would fall naturally.

Of course, the problem of massive blood loss cannot be solved by a few powerful treatments, but at this time, although the wounded man was in a state of weakness, he was breathing steadily and could barely open his eyes.

At this time, it was time for His Majesty the little dwarf Tsar Modo to intervene, so the little dwarf resorted to his ultimate trick, taking a large gulp of alcohol mixed with water and pouring a large gulp into the wounded man's mouth.

"Ahem~" The wounded coughed continuously, and the little dwarf suddenly poured this big sip of wine, which made the wounded man a little caught off guard; later, when the wounded man regained his breath, his originally dim eyes shone brightly.

He stared at the water bag in the little dwarf's hand, and begged with great urgency: "This lord, can you give me another mouthful?"

"The number of free mercenaries in our surveillance has grown, and in less than a month, the number has increased from more than 10,000 to more than 50,000. The Bear Knight, Voroshilov, began to tell the crowd about what they had been through.

He was half-lying on the ground, with a large sheet of soft fur underneath him, leaning against the wall behind him, and in his arms he was holding the water-mixed alcohol water bag that the little dwarf had just taken out, and he was in a better state than ever.

Originally, Modo had planned to ask the surviving Bear Knight a bowl of hot broth and ask in detail what was going on, but Voroshilov refused, believing that the lovely liquids in His Majesty's hydration bag would soothe his tired and wounded body and provide him with infinite energy.

When he said this request to the little dwarf, the little dwarf found the faces of several Slavic men around him, and after showing the expressions of deep understanding, he wordlessly stuffed the water bag mixed with alcohol in his hand into Voroshilov's arms.

After pouring a large mouthful of alcohol into his mouth, Voroshilov continued with a look of intoxication: "Those free mercenaries are simply crazy in order to get rich, and most of them don't even have tents in this weather, they just sleep in sleeping bags around the fire. ”

"At first it was a little better, but so many people quickly burned the nearby bushes, and from this time on, dozens of people fell asleep at night and never woke up, but every day people were able to find something in the ruins, and under such stimulation, no one quit at all, they had gone crazy. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of fear appeared on Voroshilov's face, and he hurriedly took two sips: "Five days ago, things changed, and after a long search, those mercenaries seemed to finally have someone and went deep into the core of the ruins, and there was news that there was an amazing discovery. ”

"Just when these free mercenaries were about to swarm into the depths of the ruins, several unknown forces appeared, they actually guarded the only way to the depths of the ruins, strictly prohibiting any free mercenaries from entering; ”

"But what I didn't expect was that I didn't see these guys dog-eat-dog, and that night we were attacked by a mysterious team of hundreds of people, and the strength of those mysterious people was good, obviously much higher than the free mercenaries, outnumbered, only I escaped desperately. Voroshilov said everything bitterly.

Suddenly, all the people in Modo's room stood up suddenly, and Konev, a humanoid beast guarding the door with several personal guards, pulled his neck and roared: "These war wild dogs, they really want to die by themselves, and they refuse our kind persuasion, and they dare to sneak attack our soldiers; ”

The Great Shaman is worthy of being the heaviest person in the War Bear Tribe, he glared at Konev fiercely, and scolded in his mouth: "Shut up, now that His Majesty the Tsar is leading us, where is your nonsense." “

Then he asked the little dwarf: "Tsar underground, what are we going to do?"

"How did you deal with this kind of problem before? Modo asked curiously.

"Of course, I called the master and hacked all these pieces to death. The Great Shaman returned without hesitation.

Your Majesty, the speechless little dwarf Tsar, knows what to do with this.