Like the other portals Lan had used, the distortion of the space after entering made his brain swell and sore, and he felt sick and vomit.

The sensational time was only about a few seconds, and Lan En suddenly felt his body being captured by gravity again in shock.

It's just that unlike the previous feeling of gravity coming from under his feet, his body now seems to be facing down.

Without much thought in his head, Lan En grabbed Triss beside him and twisted his waist.

The strong core muscles allowed him to complete the position flip in mid-air.

Triss was held in his arms while he landed on her back.

The sorceress was no longer on fire now, but she had been burned by her own magic from the inside out for half a minute, which made Lan En feel that if she fell hard again, Triss estimated that she would be gone.

The familiar dragon leather of the Grandmaster-level Bear School armor, as well as the Valyrian steel plate armor, smashed on the ground, but there was no very hard falling touch.

After the "bang", Lan En didn't even feel anything.

"Wooden floors?"

After absorbing all the impact of this wave of falling, Lan En took a look at his surroundings.

The structure is half wood and half stone, and the main body of the barrel building made of large stones is a wooden spiral handrail, spiral staircase, and platform.

There were also several bags of unmilled wheat piled on the platform, as well as some loose straw and hay.

There was no shouting of the battlefield, the smell of blood, the smell of burning, and a huge black shadow flashed regularly through the cracks in the stone exterior wall.

With a squeaky sound.

It was a windmill.

It was supposed to be the tower of a windmill.

Suddenly, from the battlefield where people were killing each other with red eyes, came to this quiet windmill.

Outside the mill, you can even hear the leisurely and calm cries of chickens, ducks, cats and dogs, cattle and sheep, and faintly smell the strong body odor of these livestock, as well as the smell of soil and grain.

The most tragic scene in the world and this secluded and idyllic scenery are only one step away from stepping through a portal.

This sharp and abrupt sense of contrast made Lan En stunned for two seconds.

The war is over.

He suddenly felt it.

Then, his shoulders slowly relaxed, and he let out a long breath, as if to loosen all the tension during this time.

"Whew"

Theresy in his arms let out a low cry of pain that brought Lane back to his senses.

"In the injury evaluation, it was judged to be a severe burn, and the burn range was around 45%, and it needs to be treated urgently!"

Mentos immediately scanned Triss's current condition and gave an injury assessment report.

Burns, which is probably one of the most painful types of injuries.

The uncontrollable flames of magic tortured Triss's flesh to the core.

The burn itself is nothing, and the fatal point of the burn is mainly complications and infections caused by the disappearance of a large area of the skin.

When a person loses his skin, it is like the immune system does not wear armor on the battlefield fighting germs.

Lan En had just come down from the battlefield, so he could say responsibly: going to the battlefield without wearing armor is no different from sticking his hand directly into the meat grinder.

The crystal cultivation project team, which is promoted by Lanen, has long completed the cultivation technology for the skin.

Even a full body skin graft for Triss is nothing.

Now, all he had to do was make sure that Triss didn't get a serious infection before she went to Erethusa for treatment.

And this kind of effect, many warlocks' potions and elixirs can do.

"I'm going to make sure you don't get killed by germs, it's your safe house, isn't it? Where's your elixir box? ”

The windmill blades outside the window regularly cast sunlight in, flashing and flashing. Under the Tyndall effect, a lot of fine dust can be seen floating in the pillars of sunlight.

Normally, this should be a beautiful and serene picture, but around a burn patient, these fine dusts are a source of pollution that makes people's scalp tingle!

Triss was now in a daze, screaming in a low voice from the pain of losing her skin.

Lan En simply opened the witcher's senses and [Psionic Vision] and looked around himself.

In Superman's dual vision of physics and energy, he soon found Triss's hidden compartment on the wall, and found a small chest containing magic elixir.

He opened the lid of the box, but cursed. All the vials were identical, and he didn't recognize the mysterious symbol of the seal.

Each Warlock has his own set of symbolic codes.

"Triss, which bottle?"

"None of the bottles worked." She groaned, struggling to speak. "I can't, I can't drink."

"What? Why? ”

"I'm allergic!"

"Why? Sorceresses allergic to potions? ”

"I'm allergic!" She sobbed in annoyance and despair, "All the time! I can't drink the elixir! I can use them to cure others, but I can only rely on amulets myself. ”

"Where's your amulet?"

As soon as he said this, Lan En reacted to himself.

No warlock can spare his hands in the battle of Umbrella Mushroom Mountain, and in order to survive, all the assets that can be used must be used.

And now Triss, the out-of-control magic flames have burned her body and all the belongings she carries.

After a moment of silence, Lane walked over to Triss's side.

"Where is this safe house located? Is there a herbalist nearby? ”

"This is the outskirts of Maribo, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give you a little antibacterial gel and cover your burned skin, or you'll die of infection before you get to Erethusa."

After saying that, Lan gently grasped Triss's grip on his hand, and the sorceress's pained expression eased.

She is now miserable and insecure, and it is better to have someone by her side to take care of her. But there is no way, with the sanitary conditions here, Triss will definitely die if you look at it.

In Triss's panicked eyes, Lan let go of her hand and turned to go downstairs.

"Mentos, build the mission."

"Please, sir."

The retina began to refresh the data stream, and Lan En began to set up tasks with ease.

"The two of us have to make the formula of the antibacterial gel on the spot, I will come up with the idea, and you will do the drug effect simulation."

"The task has been established, and the hashrate allocation is expected to be completed within two hours."

Using the knowledge of alchemy to improvise recipes may even sound like a fantasy, but both Lane and Mentos are already very receptive to this kind of thing.

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Not to mention the witches and sorceresses who have left the battlefield, on the battlefield of Umbrella Mushroom Mountain, where the dust has settled and is already in the final stage.

At the point where Triss and Rann had disappeared, the two king commanders of the Northern Alliance, as well as the surviving warlocks, had gathered.

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