After Surdak became the deputy squadron leader of the 6th Squadron, every day became very busy.

Old York, out of physical relations, could no longer afford to take care of the affairs of the Sixth Squadron, which had to be pressed on Surdak.

Before leaving, Old York still has a lot of things to hand over to Surdak to take over, in addition, as a new squadron leader, as an eighth-level warrior, Surdak has to take a certain amount of time every day to improve his own strength, as a squadron leader, the corresponding strength needs to be at least a turn soldier, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public in the army.

Fortunately, Surdak is very familiar with the various squad leaders of the 6th Squadron and the 6th Squadron, and there is no obstacle when dealing with daily affairs.

Cumulonimbus clouds were piled up in the eastern part of the Gandar Ear Range, and light rain continued to fall in the Moyunling area.

Heavy armor such as cavalry and catapults were not suitable for rainy combat, so the expeditionary force had ceased fighting for two days.

For the demons on Moyun Ridge, this is also a rare respite.

And the war groups on this side of the expeditionary force camp have rested one after another.

He Boqiang followed Surdak into a sheepskin tent, the tent was a little damp, and there was a brazier lit in the middle, and the layers of heat made the tent look like a steamer, and it would make people feel a little breathless when they got in.

Old York is a middle-aged knight in his forties, more than 20 years of military career has left him with an occupational disease, the scars on his body will be sore when it rains, only lying in a tent, baking a brazier can relieve some of the pain, he is lying on a bear skin in a linen robe, the wrinkles and scars on his face are mixed, making his face look a little hideous, a body of injuries makes him tired to deal with, people should be gray when they reach middle age.

Old York, lying on the bearskin bed, said to Surdak, "There is golden cider on the table, and if you want to drink it, take it yourself." ”

Surdak was not polite, poured a full glass for himself and He Boqiang, and then grabbed two pieces of ice from the ice bucket on the side and threw them into the glass, before holding the wine glass, walked to Old York's side with a smile, and sat down on a bench.

Seeing Surdak unceremoniously pour the remaining half of the bottle of wine, Old York scolded with a smile: "You kid is looking for me at this time, you can't come specifically to drink golden cider!" ”

Surdak sat down next to Old York, poked the charcoal brazier beside him, and said, "Of course not for drinking." ”

He Boqiang sat on the bench with Surdak, he looked at the somewhat airtight sheepskin tent, the squadron leader was obviously treated a lot higher than the squad leader in the army, and he could even drink in the camp tent.

"I heard that Uncle York's old injury has returned, so I came to take a look!" Surdak said to Old York.

Old York supported his body with his arms, half-sat up from the bed, and said to Surdak: "When you are old, those dark wounds on the battlefield will always recur on rainy and cloudy days, and you young people may feel a little stuffy in this tent, no way, this kind of injury just can't see the wind." ”

Surdak turned his head to look at He Boqiang, and said to Old York: "This is Little Dark, he is my best friend, he is good at treating some injuries, this is why I brought him over to see you, maybe he can help you." ”

"I know you, young man, you are the young man that Duck rescued from the battlefield, and he has been fighting with the second squad lately, and he is very brave in battle." Old York's sharp eyes fell on He Boqiang's body, full of oppression.

He Boqiang had a feeling that he was like an earth storm bear staring at him.

"Uncle York, don't think little Dack is rude, he just can't speak." Surdak said to Old York.

Old York withdrew his gaze and reached out to tear his linen robe open, revealing a muscular, strong arm with a flesh-red scar that stretched from his elbow to his back, looking like a claw mark.

He Boqiang can almost imagine the tragic scene when Old York was injured, that arm must have been scratched out of a deep and bone-deep wound, although this wound has now completely healed, but the meridians on Old York's arm are completely cut off, and the dark wound left behind is not easy to recover.

"It was cut open by a bone scythe in its hand when I was fighting a ghost in the Misty Swamp, it almost destroyed my arm, and I extinguished the fire of his soul, and I made a wine cup from its skull, this is the ......"

As he spoke, Old York casually pointed to a bone wine glass beside the bed.

He Boqiang didn't expect that someone would really use a skull to make a wine glass to hold wine, but he felt that the glass of golden cider in his hand also had a musty smell of rotten bones.

He casually put the wine glass on the table next to him, then held up Old York's arm with one hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and concentrated on igniting the seventeen nodes in his body, so that these nodes released a pale golden divine aura, and now He Boqiang can control this magical aura at will, he guided the divine power to the palm of his hand, and a faint golden light spread out from the palm of his hand, and penetrated into Old York's arm little by little.

At this time, Old York looked at He Boqiang with wide eyes, and said in a lost voice: "Magician? ”

"Uncle York, he is not a magician, he awakened his magical talent when he was fighting the natives a few days ago, and the Bakari swordsman said that Little Dak can sense the divine magic element, and at that time he also wanted to bring Little Dak to Bednar to construct the swordsmanship." Surdak felt a little proud every time he talked about it.

York stared at He Boqiang as if he were looking at some kind of rare treasure.

At this time, he suddenly said: "The warrior who has awakened the magic perception, no wonder Surdak was able to take the second squad to hunt evil ghosts in the mountains and forests, we squadron leaders have never understood before, where did you boys come from, how dare you make such a desperate bet, take out all your savings to buy magic scrolls to kill evil ghosts, it turns out that this young warrior in your team is a demon and martial arts double cultivator...... Hum! ”

The golden mangs in He Boqiang's hand touched Old York's injured arm, and Old York immediately stopped talking, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, just to a veteran like him, his endurance for pain has already broken through the human limit, at this time, just because of the recurrence of old injuries in rainy weather, a little increase in pain made him a little unbearable.

Surdak hurriedly asked beside him, "Uncle York, how is it?" ”

Although He Boqiang found that his divine power had a certain ability to heal itself, it was still completely unknown whether it had any effect on this old injury.

Surdak heard that Old York's old injury had recurred, and he could barely move while lying in the tent, so he decided to let He Boqiang come over and try it.

He Boqiang thought that it would be better to use the 'Divine Blessed Body' on Old York to alleviate his pain, and when the effect of the 'Divine Blessed Body' wore off, the rainy days of Mount Candar would almost have cleared.

Surdak still hoped that He Boqiang would try it with divine power, although he didn't know what the effect was, the divine breath injected into Old York's body, at least there was some reaction.

He Boqiang only felt that the divine breath was melting some of the induration on Old York's body, and the shape of these induration knots happened to be exactly the same as the scar on his arm......