In an untouched dwelling not far from the battlefield, the original owner of the house seemed to have left in a hurry, and the firewood in the stove had already dried the thick soup in the pot, emitting a burst of burnt smell. 【(7764)】The dressing mirror that was originally placed next to the bed in the bedroom was moved to the window at some point, refracting the sunlight from the outside into the bedroom, illuminating the whole room warmly exuding a sleepy atmosphere.

The sunlight in the mirror suddenly dimmed, and then a humanoid luminous figure crept out of the refracted sunlight and fell headlong on the soft bed. The dazzling light gradually dissipated, revealing the girl's scarred figure.

The fluffy pillow eased Tiana's tense nerves a little, and she held her breath as she listened to the sound outside the window. There seemed to be an angry roar in the distance, and although it wasn't really heard, it was enough for Tiana to confirm that the dollmaster wasn't chasing after her, and she was truly relieved.

Tiana didn't think she could escape the puppeteer's clutches with her little trick, but she had to gamble that the opportunity would always be won by herself rather than by others. She bets that the puppeteer will stop there, and that she, as Diana's ally, will be protected by the North Wind family. It's not a very plausible possibility, but luckily, the puppeteer seems to be in trouble and is clearly unlikely to be able to focus on himself anytime soon.

No matter how powerful a gold-level powerhouse is, he is not a god after all, as long as the puppeteer diverts his attention and lowers his own side to erase the traces, he is not afraid of being approached.

After relaxing, the girl felt the sharp pain in her abdomen again. In just a few breaths, the quilt under her was already soaked with blood. Although the temperature in the room was not low due to the sunlight, her hands and feet began to become cold, which is a typical symptom of excessive blood loss.

The vitality of a gold-level powerhouse is more tenacious than that of a cockroach, even if the blood on the body is drained, it will not necessarily die, and even the soul can continue to survive even if it dies. However, the silver rank does not have such a favor, except for a very few special circumstances, the vast majority of silver rank powerhouses are still mortal bodies, even if their strength has reached the threshold of the gold rank, but they still can't get rid of the basic laws of birth, old age, sickness and death.

If it were El who had opened two holes in his stomach, it wouldn't have been a problem, but Tiana, as the caster, was physically weak and didn't have a particularly effective recovery ability. ((7764)) She endured the severe pain and sensed the condition in her body, which was not particularly dangerous, because it was a penetrating injury, so it did not deteriorate to the extent of extensive internal bleeding, and as for the broken ribs and damaged internal organs, the problem was not particularly serious, as long as it was treated in time, it was not a problem.

The question is where to find "timely treatment"?

The blue curtain of magic robes inherited from the mage tower of ** Shi Doria, which was also a famous legendary item in history, is still difficult to escape under the hands of the gold-level powerhouse, all the protective magic on the robe is shattered, and the magic pattern array drawn is also overloaded, if you can't find a professional to repair it, I'm afraid it will be scrapped from now on.

The loss of this magic robe was more heart-wrenching for Tiana than the physical pain, which meant that her strength had dropped by at least a fifth. Fortunately, the Arc Smasher was put away by her in advance and was not affected, otherwise this adventure would really be worth the loss.

A feeling of tiredness spread through her mind, and the girl knew that this was a very dangerous signal, and if she fell asleep, she would probably not be able to fall asleep. The dark experience of struggling in the dead man's pile for three months has taught her a lot of lessons in this regard.

Gritting her teeth and turning over to sit up, the girl tore off a seemingly clean-looking sheet from the bed, took off her magic robe and began to bandage her wounds. Judging from the scale and interior of this building, the owner should not be an ordinary commoner, at least he should have a large family and the living conditions are not bad, otherwise he will definitely not be able to afford high-end furniture such as a dresser, and generally speaking, people like this will begin to pay attention to hygiene.

But even if the sheet wasn't clean, there was no way, and she didn't have any more options now.

Because of her experience, she is extremely skillful, but the girl does not think that this is a reason to be happy, and although she has a healing potion in her pocket, she does not dare to take it now. The principle of the drug is to stimulate the body's potential to speed up recovery, but the side effect can cause mild paralysis of the nerves. This paralysis is insignificant to ordinary people, but it can affect the caster's mental power. Without guaranteeing one's relative safety, the consequences of rash use of drugs are tantamount to entrusting one's fate to the enemy.

Rather than pinning her hopes on the negligence of her enemies, the girl trusts her own will.

After bandaging the wound briefly, the girl quickly gathered up the blood-soaked sheets, stuffed them into the closet, and then took out a bottle of potion with a smell similar to roast pigskin, and sprayed it evenly throughout the room. No amount of subtle magic fluctuations, or sounds and smells, could not escape the perception of the Golden Rank, but that powerful perception was equally flawed, and the sheer amount of information gathered could affect his judgment.

As long as he cleans up the traces and makes them visible, it is impossible for even a puppeteer to lock on to his target in the ruins of a city full of injuries. He is a magic swordsman, or a puppeteer, who may possess irresistible power, but he may not be as strong as a professional hunter like El when it comes to tracking traces.

Thinking of El, the girl's heart moved. There had been many times when the North had been entangled with the Cursed Sect many times, but this time she hadn't been as desperate as before. Perhaps because the flame of hope in her heart has not yet been extinguished, she chooses this passive response of hiding and waiting for rescue without thinking. She subconsciously believed that the man would definitely come back to save herself.

The world outside the window has long since returned to calm, and the wind and sand in the sky have gradually subsided. Tiana didn't know how things had turned, and out of caution she still didn't dare to use any reconnaissance methods that could cause magical fluctuations. Although she was already clearly on Diana's side, the girl knew better than anyone else the bad nature of those nobles, otherwise she would not have designed that three-minute reversal trap. Neither the Sword Castle nor the royal family could be trusted, and there was only one person she could rely on in the city.

"How long is this bastard going to play......" the girl whispered to herself as she curled up at the foot of the bed.

I don't know how long it was, maybe only three or five minutes, Tiana suddenly raised her head and realized that she had just fallen into a coma before she knew it. Fortunately, this coma was only a shallow level of rest, and it was not out of her mental control.

What woke Tiana up was the sound of the stairs outside, faint enough to alarm her if it was almost as faint as a cat's footsteps.

The girl silently pulled out the Arc Smasher, held her breath, and pointed the crystal at the top of her staff at the doorway. Within that crystal was stored an instantaneous lethal spell, enough to flatten the entire building. I have to say that this kind of tactic that ends up together is more like the style of "Dancing Light Snake".

The faint sound of footsteps stopped at the doorway, and the girl took a slow deep breath and clenched the staff in her hand.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The sudden knock on the door, although not loud, startled the tense girl and almost threw the magic out of the staff. However, after the fright, Tiana was relieved, and although the person outside the door had not yet spoken, her intuition had already given the answer.

"I'm coming in, there's no danger in there, is it?" said El's voice from behind the door, his tone cautious.

"Well, no......" Tiana let down her staff and let out a long sigh of relief. She knew full well that the bastard out there was just joking. With his voyeuristic ability, he must have seen enough of himself inside and out, and now he is in the mood to pretend like this, which at least shows that the situation outside has not developed to the bad side.

As soon as she relaxed, the tiredness in her body immediately returned, but the girl still tried to stay awake, until the door was pushed open and she saw the familiar figure with her own eyes, and her heart really settled down.

"Congratulations...... You did it. By the time she noticed the change in El Eyre's momentum, her eyes had darkened, and she could only vaguely feel herself being encircled by a pair of powerful hands, and then she heard the reassuring and familiar heartbeat.

"A genius like you would definitely not understand how difficult it is for a mortal like me to advance. El couldn't help but frown as he looked at the wound on the girl in his arms. His casual complaint was just to distract the girl, but this time there was no response, apparently the injury was beyond Tiana's physical capacity, and she immediately fell into a real coma after relaxing.

Looking at the corners of the girl's mouth slightly upturned in the coma, El lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek, picked her up and walked out of the house. Little Langa, who had returned to his larval form, got out of his clothes and jumped to the ground, opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of green acid on the top of the wardrobe, and the entire wooden wardrobe suddenly made a sound of Zrazla gradually melting.

El had heard Lorana talk about the taboo of spellcasters, and their blood was also magical, and if it was obtained by someone who wanted it, it could be used to cast a curse on the main body. I don't know if it's true, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.

On that day, the Sword Castle fell.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

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