"Whew... , how is he doing?" Cursed Crow put the knife in his hand on the wooden cart that served as both an operating table and a transport vehicle, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and asked Lynn who was in charge of the cart. A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the Banshee, and she tilted her head to look at the little boy lying in the car for a long time before she said with some hesitation, "There should be no problem, I don't see him dying in the near future." It's just that he's not human anymore, is he?"

"Sure, you look like he looks like a human there? Well, he's ugly now. How long does it take for those hairs to grow?" said Kirly, who was an assistant, grimacing in disgust. It's no wonder that the witch reacted this way, the boy had basically turned into a nezumi by this time, and due to the surgery, the sorcerer had shaved off the hair that should have covered his body, which made the boy look like a ball of pink flesh.

"It won't be long. As long as he dabbles in enough nutrients, his regeneration rate will reach an astonishing level, although it is still not as fast as that of Wolfwalkers. The wizard nodded, satisfied with Lynn's answer. He stared at the hairless ratman in the light, a strange smile on his face, like an artist looking at his most satisfying work. Indeed, from the time Kalus returned to the team to the completion of the operation, the Raven devoted all his energy to the operation. As an explorer, he was curious about where the limits of the nezumi race would be, and the creature in front of him might be able to provide him with an answer. "I wish Cheese could take a look at this, and I'm looking forward to the look on that guy's face. "The sorcerer's words are not complacent, he boldly took the opposite approach to cheese during the operation to transform the boy, if it is said that the elixir of the division inhibits the activity of the rat-man plague, then the curse crow is to suppress the contagiousness of the plague at the same time, completely squeeze out its ability to transform the flesh, and then with the appropriate inducement to let too much energy strengthen the strength of the nerves and internal organs, the curse crow believes that his own approach is the real right solution.

"Will he still remember who he is?" asked Peg timidly, due to the fact that her magic powers were sealed, and the wizard actually only needed an assistant, Rapunzel was sadly demoted to the same person in charge of the cart as Lynn.

"Of course, what else would he do, but I deliberately protected his brain, and if it would go wrong, I would jump from the top of the Grey Tower. The contented Raven was clearly in a good mood, and he even made a rare joke, but the Spell Master quickly continued, "Of course, this is just a metaphor. In order to adapt to his new body, his brain has changed slightly, and you better hope that it doesn't affect his memory or personality, and I don't want him to wake up and only know how to drink blood and eat flesh. If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll have to kill him myself, and I hate destroying my work. ”

Peg nodded, but before she could say anything, a commotion began to come from all around. "Have you heard?" "Exit! It's an exit!" "The Grand Duke has found an exit!" "The exit is ahead! Run!" ......

Shouts like this were heard incessantly, and the procession, which had been as lifeless as zombies, instantly became lively, and people quickened their pace, scrambling to move towards the front of the group, and some even began to push the people in front of them impatiently. "Hey, get out of here. Bakem, who was in charge of protecting the operation, drew his weapon, the blade still visible in the darkness, and whispered to those who wanted to pass through the wizard. This was quite effective, and soon the area around the small mobile operating table was like a reef in the waves.

"Your Excellency. Bakham said with his head bowed. He will only react like this to one person.

"Why did you get here, didn't you want to guard the tail of the line?" the crow squinted at Leon, not surprised by the Blood Lion's visit.

"I'm still at the end of the line, and you're at the end of the line now. The chief knight bowed his head and saluted Lin, the lady had built a reputation among the outcasts of the molten iron, she was affectionately known as an angel, but it was not known if those people would be able to smile at her after knowing the true identity of the Banshee.

"So it's close?" the sorcerer understood what the knights meant, their position was originally in the middle of the line, and if it became the end of the line, then the exit of the people's mouths would probably not be far ahead. "Suffice it to say, I don't think you need me to protect you, I'm here to take Bakham and rush to the exit. If what Callus says is true, we will meet some new friends on the earth. I only hope the Grand Duke hasn't smashed his warhammer into the elf's head yet. Leon shrugged his shoulders helplessly, as could be seen from his attitude towards Buckham that the dwarves did not like elves, and the blood lion could not expect the elves to put up with Andre's bad temper unilaterally, and he had to intervene before his allies turned into enemies.

"Then you hurry up, I can smell hatred in the wind. The wizard said, his tone unclear if it was a joke or not.

In fact, the words of the cursed raven did work, and if Leon and his Hu had arrived later, the duel between the dwarven lord and the elven general would have already begun. But even so, the remnants of the Molten Iron City, who have rediscovered the light of day from the underground exit, and the elves who have just cleaned up the ruins of the nezumi and cultists, are already in a confrontation. The dwarf is condescending, which makes him appear taller, looking down on the elven army. The elves led by Mlos also set up the array without showing weakness, and there seemed to be no possibility of peaceful coexistence between them at all.

"Elf!" Andre gritted his teeth, his thick eyebrows twisted into a ball in his eyes, and the dwarf's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, feeling even more bitter than against the nezumi. The elven general riding on the road did not show weakness, "Dwarf!" Mlos rested his left hand on the reins, and the one-handed hammer of his right hand clenched tightly. His eyes burned with hatred, and his companions, who had died tragically at the hands of the dwarves, seemed to be urging him to attack in his ears. But Mlos didn't do it in the end, because of a drunken figure riding on a giant stag.

"Hiccup!" Atwood Greenstaff, the elven elder who was overseeing the military operation seemed to have no idea what was going on, and he leaned on the back of his mount, letting the stag with its horns full of flasks walk towards the dwarf. The old elf also had a flask in his hand, and when he came to Andre, the green staff shook the flask, and there was a sound of liquid hitting it. "I've heard, Hiccup, that the dwarves are experts at winemaking. This is my own fruit wine, try it?"

Without saying anything more, Grand Duke Hammer reached out and took the flask from Atwood's hand and took a sip of the liquor. He frowned, "Hmph, soft wine, it's more appropriate to call it juice." But as an elf, you deserve praise. Hopefully I can dig a few barrels of fire lilies out of this damn ruin, and I'll show you what real dwarven wine is!"

"Roar, you're going to lose your beard when you talk big, my short friend. Green Rod said with a smile.

Leon and Bakham, who rushed out of the crowd, saw such a sight. "Looks like we're overthinking. "The Blood Lion knows the temper of a dwarf, and an elf who loves wine is enough to comfort him. "Not yet, General Mlos is known for his aversion to dwarves and humans, I'll go talk to him. Bakham shook his head, asked the knight, and slid down the slope toward his people.

"Hey, my little bird, don't you have anything to say to your mentor?" asked the old elf as Bakham walked past the green staff. Somewhat surprisingly, Bakham, who had always been known for his arrogance and rudeness among the clan, actually stopped this time, turned his head and bowed respectfully to his mentor, "I will thank you until the general lays down his arms." Now, allow me to try to salvage the situation. ”

Atwood watched Buckham walk away like a monster, snatching the flask from Andre's hand and taking a sip. "Ah, I must have drunk too much today. Hiccup!"