"The gods are above, why are there so many casualties?"

When the coalition forces returned to Blackhammer Castle, the butler Muros came out of the castle to greet the team. When he saw the hundreds of wounded in the team, the old butler felt extremely heavy.

He couldn't imagine what was really going on at the front line, these wounded were very badly wounded, mostly seriously, or they were bitten beyond recognition by the ice wolves and lay on stretchers waiting to die. Either the arms and legs will be cut off by a sharp axe, and it will be considered a blessing to come back alive. Some of their bodies had a large hole pierced open, making it difficult to swallow even food. Fortunately, Black Hammer Fort is located in the north, and the temperature is low, otherwise, these soldiers would have died from wound infection.

Muros knew that with such a serious injury, there was nothing the doctor could do about it. But as Rhodes's butler, he still arranged for doctors and priests to treat him as soon as possible.

Physicians are substantial healers and cut to the point, while priests, for the most part, are just spiritual comfort and heal the wounds of war.

"We ambushed the troops of the Norsca tribe on the front line, but there were too many of them. After killing almost half of the Horde warriors, they began to fight back. Lord Rhodes led us to a stubborn resistance, and finally waited for the Rangers in the Troll Country. ”

Lawrence made a long story short about the battle that had taken place a few days earlier. The ambush tactics proved to be correct, except that the bloodthirsty brutality of the sadomasochists was something that Rhodes did not anticipate in advance. Once in a killing state, they forget their fears...... Otherwise, any army, half of the dead and wounded, would have completely collapsed.

"Carry all the wounded to the castle, and I'll arrange for a doctor to treat them. ”

Muros sighed, his heart heavy. Because the number of wounded is a bit large.

"I'm afraid a lot of people don't need treatment anymore. ”

Lawrence said pessimistically.

The sadness on his face was like a dark cloud overhead, too thick to dissolve. And Muros understood what he meant, and the reason why many people brought them back was not to heal them, but to let them go home and bury them. Those who were seriously injured did not survive for a few days. And those who are missing arms and legs, no matter how powerful the doctor is, will not be able to make up for the broken arms and legs.

For the past two days, the infirmary of Black Hammer Fort has echoed with the screams of the wounded and the strong smell of blood. More than a dozen people died in one night.

......

"Ma'am, please stay, this is a concentration of seriously injured people, I am afraid it is not appropriate for you to go in. ”

Early in the morning, outside the infirmary of Blackhammer Castle, several mysterious cultists came. They were dressed in crisp white robes with dark blue cloaks on their shoulders, and judging by their fair skin and angular faces, it was confirmed that they were a group of northerners. The guards prevented them from entering the badly injured area. The wounded inside can be said to be just waiting for death, and whether they can survive or not depends on God's decision.

"Why isn't it appropriate?"

The leading priestess asked. Her voice was calm, without the slightest emotion.

"Because it's only a place for doctors to come and go. The people inside were all seriously injured patients, and outsiders entering did not help the wounded. Thank you for your understanding. ”

The guard replied politely. This is a direct guard belonging to Rhodes, and the quality is still good. Of course, the few young ladies in front of them belonged to the clergy at a glance, and they didn't dare to despise them.

"We are not outsiders, on the contrary, we are here to treat the wounded. Trust us, this is our main job. ”

The long-haired silver-haired priestess spoke. She walked up to the guards, revealing a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

An aura of peace emanated from several priestesses. Although they didn't say much, the guards instinctively sensed that the priests were not ordinary people. At least not someone with bad intentions. But for the sake of their work, they still have to report to their superiors.

Mouros quickly got the news and walked down from his office.

When the old butler came to the front, the three priestesses were still waiting in place. They are so peaceful and elegant. It seems that one glance can make people feel at ease and calm.

With the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, Muros allowed them to enter the infirmary. It was a small room, with about twenty or thirty beds in it, half of which was empty.

"Thirteen soldiers left last night. ”

Muros said tactfully. He saw several priestesses sitting tenderly in front of a seriously wounded man, their eyes full of pity and love.

A strange feeling swept over Muros, and he instinctively felt that he had made the right way to let them in. The doctor on the side had dissatisfaction written on his face, indicating that it was his patient, and told the unknown women to go away. But Muros ignored the doctor's displeasure. Since he had not been able to heal the wounded, let the priests try. After all, in Kislev, not no one has ever been healed by the priests.

"May the goddess Sarak bless you. ”

The woman in white in the lead whispered in the wounded's ear. It was a soldier with a heavy wound to the abdomen, he had not eaten much for several days, and on the battlefield, his intestines had been pulled out by the enemy, and he was stuffed back by his comrades, and he withdrew from the battlefield covering his wounds, picking up a life. After the war, the field doctor helped him to simply stitch up his wounds. But when he returned, his wound was inflamed, he could not eat normally, and he lay on his bed and was dying, waiting for death to come.

The priestess placed her hand on his forehead, felt his body temperature, and then pressed her head to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"He was in a coma when he was carried in, and he only got a little better this morning......"

Hush......

Muros was explaining, but was stopped by a gentle gesture from the priestess.

Immediately, the priestess pulled out a crystal clear blue water bottle from her bosom, "What are you going to do?" asked Mouros nervously.

"I begged my mother to treat him. ”

The priestess replied calmly. Without superfluous nonsense, she poured the water from the bottle on the wounded like a ritual, and the colorless and odorless spring water poured over the young soldier, all cold.

Then the priestesses stretched out their right hands and caressed the wounded, reciting mysterious prayers.

Even though he had lived most of his life, Muros was certain that he had never heard such a prayer. He was a little worried, but the prayer was very peaceful, like the water of a holy spring flowing between the mountains, like a spring breeze blowing through the cold winter earth.

Gradually, a faint white light swept through the wounded's body.

It was so faint, but everyone saw it. The next scene was even more miraculous, only to see that after a long prayer, the deep wound in the wounded's abdomen began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, without blood stains, no cries of pain, only calm, calm as water under the chant.

I saw that the expression on the soldier's face gradually soothed, as if an invisible force was filling his body. Let him get back to his health.

The miracle in front of them surprised everyone, and Muros's eyes widened in disbelief. He has lived most of his life, he has never seen such a miracle, in this barbaric and bloody era, the only way to treat the seriously wounded is surgery, the doctor said that it is a doctor, in fact, it is a sewing craftsman, where there is a wound, where to mend. If the legs, feet, and arms are infected, the arms will be cut off, and the legs will be broken. It was the first time he had seen a wounded man like today, by praying.

In amazement, Muros curiously inquired about the origins of several priestesses.

"Where are you from?"

He asked.

"It doesn't matter, we are nothing more than humble servants, and it was the goddess Sarak who healed him. ”

The leading priestess replied calmly.

She looked at the wounded, who had fallen asleep peacefully.

"The bandages can be removed, his injuries are healed. Pay attention to nutrition, rest more, and you will be healed in a few days. ”

"Can you treat anyone else? People here, they all need treatment. ”

Muros asked excitedly.

"I don't know, it's the decision of the goddess Sarak. We're just in charge of delivering her oracles. ”

The priestess nodded, indicating that the decision was no longer up to her, that she was nothing more than a servant of God......

For the next few days, three mysterious priestesses remained in the infirmary. During this period, they miraculously healed five other seriously injured and eight lightly wounded. For a time, the news of the goddess of mercy's arrival at Blackhammer Castle spread throughout the town.

In his office, Muros wrote the important letter to the north, and he wanted to tell Rhodes, to tell his lord, that he had found the priestess, which was extremely scarce, and could heal the wounded and relieve the plague. On the battlefield, people are afraid of many of the reasons for the fear of casualties, and if there is such a team that can treat the wounded who are seriously wounded, then the morale and courage of the soldiers will undoubtedly be greatly increased......