Semir stood up at some point, stuffed the magic paper of the communication into his breastplate, covered his mouth with his other hand, and yawned several times before saying to himself, "No, that little guy always gets into a lot of trouble, I'd better watch him myself." Bubble book. But his luck has always been good, and he shouldn't have anything to do...... Well, let's take a look, and you'll be relieved when you see it. Also, I don't know if he's become handsome. Hmph, I took an arrow for him!"

In another plane, Wald, who was standing on the desolate Gobi, also received the message, but he just squeezed it casually, and the paper was crumpled into ashes in his giant hand!

"Hmph, stinky boy, when you have half the strength of Lord Gordon, then command me!"

The third plane, where Asirius and Seldon, are stationed together, and they have also received summons from Richard. But the reactions of the two men were diametrically opposed.

"I have to go back! Lord Gordon once saved my life. Asiris said slowly, the dark canon in his hand flipping rapidly.

"If you're really thinking about Lord Gordon, you should stay here instead of going back to see the little guy who hasn't grown all his hair!" said Seldon, scoffing. In his hands, two daggers flickered, like two swimming fish, speeding through his fingers. Wisps of sharp murderous aura continued to point at the vital points of Asiris.

"You want to betray Lord Gordon?" said Aceris's voice with a chill.

"No, I will never betray Lord Gordon!, but that doesn't mean I owe the same allegiance to Lord Gordon's sons and daughters!" said Serdon shrieked.

Aceris was silent for a moment before he said, "In that case, then I'll go back." ”

Serdon shouted angrily, "What are you going back for, just to show allegiance to that little thing? You're gone, what about this plane? Do you want me to take care of the demigod clone summoned by the other party alone? That thing is almost the same as the legend of Noland." Could it be that one day Lord Gordon will come back and see that we have been beaten down in this plane to only one forward base? No, maybe even the forward base will be knocked down!"

"I'll go back and see, I'll be back soon if it's okay. You...... Stick with it. Asiris said.

"Hell! Time flows five times faster than Norland! How can I hold on if you delay a little? Take a good look at these troops below! This is what we have cultivated with great difficulty, and they are also lives, tens of thousands of lives!"

Aceris took a deep breath and said, "We don't know the situation on the floating island. These are all excuses. So, this time I have to go back. If you feel like you can't handle it alone, then ...... Get out!"

Seldon, sneering again and again, said, "Okay! Evacuate! We have been fighting for half a year, and as soon as we evacuate, we will return all the territory to the enemy." ”

Aceris didn't say more, but opened the Dark Codex, and a portal spawned in front of him, and he stepped in indirectly, ignoring Seldon's shouting from behind.

Finally, in the plane that originally belonged to the Schumpeter family, the dragon mage Lina is resting in a makeshift camp. The camp was hastily arranged, the tents were not very neat, the wounded soldiers were lying inside, there were ** sounds all around, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

When the guards delivered Richard's message, Lina was holding a silver knife, picking at the carrion in the wound on her thigh. There, a blue-glowing arrow was peeking out of the muscles.

She took the magic letter and glanced at it, and suddenly she shouted, "The little one is back?"

It's just that she was so excited, the movement in her hand was a little bigger, and the silver knife picked out the arrow in one fell swoop, and she grinned in pain. The arrows have barbs on them, and they are very vicious. Originally, Lina handled the arrow carefully, but in the excitement, the movement was a little bigger, and the small half-barbs on the edge of the arrow were hung with shreds of flesh.

Looking at the shredded flesh that had been pulled out, the dragon mage gritted his teeth in hatred. She called a priest and threw her injured thigh in front of him.

The priest was already a handful of years old, and his face was full of wrinkles and the marks of time, but his rank was only eight. It seems that until the end of his life, there is no hope of crossing the threshold of level ten. Seeing the slender, straight, snow-white thigh in front of him, the old priest's throat rolled up and down violently, and at the same time his body arched slightly to hide some obvious changes in his lower abdomen. The changes in that place were so drastic that even the wide robe could not cover it.

"Heal!once!hurry!" Lina said.

The old priest's dull gaze returned to normal, and he quickly closed his eyes slightly and began to chant the incantation, but the healing spell that should have been easy for him was recited incorrectly twice in succession, and he wasted a lot of divine power. The old priest suddenly felt a biting chill in the oncoming wind, which was the murderous aura of the dragon mage. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he was finally able to concentrate on completing a healing technique.

The light of the divine magic flashed, and a pale cyan mist floated from the wound on the dragon mage's thigh, and the color of the skin and flesh was somewhat restored to normal. But it's clearly not enough. The old priest was about to prepare a second healing technique, but was interrupted by Lina: "Keep your divine power and go and treat the seriously injured over there." ”

"But, Mistress Lina, your wound needs at least two more healing surgeries......"

Lina said angrily: "If you want to go, you will go!"

After the old priest Zhang Huang fled, Master Long sighed, took out a bottle of healing potion, and poured it on the wound on his thigh.

As soon as the milky white agent touched the wound, it immediately boiled, foaming and pungent smell. Lina knew that the toxins from the wound were being removed, but the whole process hurt so much that her face turned a little white.

Healing potions, whether derived from divine or alchemy, are less effective than those cast indirectly by clerics, and tend to cause pain. The stronger the effect, the greater the pain.

But even if it wasn't in the opening period of the new plane, even if it entered a period of steady expansion, the priests that could be recruited by the Xenoplane conquest troops were still extremely rare, and the incompetent and lustful old priest was already the highest-ranking one. A small amount of healing techniques were all assigned to seriously injured warriors by the dragon mage, and if it weren't for the inability of the healing potion to contain the poisoned wounds, she wouldn't even ask for this healing technique.

After tending to the wound on her leg, Lina stood up and looked at the vague city in the distance with some sadness. There were a large number of enemies entrenched there, and she was also a little worried about relying on three magic towers for defense.

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