The military doctor, who was treating the wounded, suddenly stopped what he was doing. After a short www.biquge.info, Drow and Corey also entered the tent. Ekor dragged the two of them hard, their eyes fixed on the wound in front of them. His gaze seemed to work, and the guy in front of him barely opened one eye.

"I have a question. The man waved at the Drott and said, "Do you recognize Rosaline?"

Echo was stunned. Judging from the reaction of the person in front of him, he should be Lieutenant Colonel Khand, and it turns out that Rosherine's network extends to the army?

Thinking of this, the corners of Ekko's mouth unconsciously rose, and he then sneered, "Do you want to ask me how close I am to Roselyn......? I slept with her. ”

The few people who stayed in the tent obviously didn't expect Ekor to reply like this. Except for the other bed, where the half-dead wounded were still panting, the rest fell into an awkward silence. Echo waited for them to slow down, then asked, "Do you need to ask me about her physical features?"

Not knowing what Rosalyn had to do with the wound in front of him, the man suddenly became agitated, leaning forward, as if to grab Ekko's collar, but in the blink of an eye, he tilted to the side and lost consciousness.

Seeing this, the military doctor at the bedside hurriedly lifted the wounded patient's head. He opened the patient's eyelids and glanced at it, and then reported the name of the medicine to Corrie. Seeing that Dult was standing behind him helplessly, Ekor hurriedly helped the wounded man to lie down. This kind help was only exchanged for two cold snorts from the military doctor, and it was not until Corey called "Spencer" and asked the wounded to suck the prepared drops that the man's face softened a little.

"You're talking too much!" reprimanded the medic known as Spencer. Ekor smiled self-deprecatingly, not making a sound. They didn't know how he got involved with Rosherine, and they didn't know that the woman had used him as bait and betrayed him to politicians.

At this time, Dult finally came to his senses, and he leaned over to the hospital bed, and asked anxiously, "Does he matter?"

Spencer sighed, "He's old after all, and it's inevitable that this situation will occur when he's excited, but this problem is easy to handle, just use medicine, it's the ...... here that is difficult to do" The military doctor pointed to the right cheek of the injured person, "I was hurt by that thing." ”

"Doesn't it look like a big injury?" said Drowt.

"Look at the man. Spencer turned to the wounded patient on the other hospital bed, "It is said that when he encountered that thing, he stood in the way, and he was burned in the chest at that time, and we treated his wounds, but he was like those people, the wound did not heal, and not only that, but the place that seemed to be fine at first was also necrotic, as if it was melting...... rotting out of water "Spencer showed a slight look of discomfort, "I have never seen an injury like this before......"

"What treatments are available now?"

"The old way, it's still surgery to remove the lesion. ”

"That's not going to work!" Dult grabbed Spencer by the shoulder, "I'm going to have to think of something else, okay?"

"I won't use the knife on him without you saying it, it's too close to his brain. Spencer sighed again and said, "Recently, it has been discovered that wiping the wound with pure wine can delay the progression of the injury, and we are using this conservative treatment method on these two people. In addition, I have someone to send a letter to Mufa City, I hope that the letter will be delivered to the academy as soon as possible, and if possible, I hope that the academy can send a mage to come and have a look, which is more effective than me pondering alone. ”

The conversation between Drow and Spencer was deliberately kept low, and Ekor had been pretending to observe the injuries at first, but when he heard the two talk about the Academy, his mind suddenly came to mind the guide with whom he did not get along well, Durag Recher. The reason why the Hub Society hired this grumpy mage to lead him was because the other party was a responsible Akajun person, and secondly, because he was worried that his spirit would go wrong again.

To be sure, the people of Elada really cared for him, but it was a pity that they didn't take into account that there were so many emergencies on the Chijun side, and he and the guide had been going from place to place, making it difficult to work together. However, there is no doubt that Durag is a licensed mage from Mufa City, and he is a well-versed in the art of medicine, and he is the much-needed helper of Drowt. Right now, he also needs this guide to help break the deadlock.

Thinking of this, Iko suddenly raised her head, "I recognize a licensed mage from the academy. Seeing that his words had succeeded in making the other three people look concerned, he continued: "This person is mainly studying medicine, and he should be rushing here to find me......

At the same moment, Durag was leading a donkey across a river beach with considerable difficulty. His eyes were dark, and he walked one foot deep and one foot shallow, while the rented donkey was visibly losing his temper, and he would settle down in place after taking two steps.

I don't know how many times he coaxed the hapless animal with bean cakes, but Durag finally squatted on the ground so tired that he finally squatted on the ground. He turned his head and glared at the donkey, unable to speak. In order to meet Greeneye as soon as possible and get things back on track, he barely closed his eyes for days. It's a pity that he was anxious, but the rented donkey didn't appreciate it. The four-hoofed cattle will stop as long as they are tired for a long time, and they will not move even if you whip and insult them, and they will only be willing to move if they are lured with something to eat, and the Tabor's place is full of rough roads and large wastelands, so you can imagine how strenuous the journey was.

During this time, there was also an incident that made Durag's heart palpitate. Just before yesterday, near dusk, he had met a herdsman who was leading his flock of sheep to meet him, so he asked if he had seen the convoy of "southerners". After that, someone followed. In order to shake off this tail, Durag had to deviate from the main road and hide in the woods. It didn't take long for several armed men to search for them, and judging by their outfits, they were mobs who were enemies of power and at war with the government.

"Damn!" said Durag, spitting suddenly on the ground, and he got up and put the last half of the bean cake in his hand to the donkey, and let the animal feast on it, his eyes nervously looking across the river. What came into view was a poplar forest with capsules, and at this time, the trees were ripe and cracked, and large white floc wrapped in seeds was blowing in the wind. The scene seemed quiet and pleasant, but Durag, with the unique sense of a mage, sensed that an undercurrent was stirring up waves—someone riding a horse towards the riverbank. At this moment, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe, so he could only hope that the rented donkey could earn some gas and not embarrass himself at the critical moment. Of course, if he really can't, he can only leave the donkey and run away.