Chapter 117: Rest Stop
The frightened mammoth tiger leader trembled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his brother beside him suddenly scattered, and he tried to subdue them with his usual tiger roar, but he could not even open his mouth.
It wanted to land on the ground and bow down to show its submission, and it wanted to turn its head and fly as far as it could, but it could only think about it, because it couldn't move at all.
Under the double pressure of the superior and the pressure of death, it floated unconsciously in the air, its body stiffened, and neither muscle nor energy responded to its consciousness.
It kept pumping up its body's energy, even if it kept failing, as if only by constantly trying could it make it feel alive, and suddenly, it was pleasantly surprised to find that its energy moved.
But before it could have a second thought, a hot and sharp breath surged, and the mammoth tiger leader only felt a kind of unfreedom from soul to body to blood to cell, and everything about himself did not belong to him.
"Burning ......"
It was the last sound it heard, and before it could even hear the full name of the move, its body was incinerated to ashes, its soul instantly fell to freezing, and then, there was a boundless darkness without consciousness.
In the corner of the Warcraft Forest this night, there was a firelight illuminating the world, and many Warcraft were awakened, and then they were shocked to the ground by the vast flame dragon soaring through the air, trembling.
When the red dragon dissipated, the temperature in the air gradually dropped, and the alternating hot and cold air produced convective winds, and ash fluttered in the wind, scattered in all directions.
A half-step saint-level mammoth tiger leader who was expected to evolve into the beast race was cremated in endless fear, and its dying fear drifted into this area with the ashes of its remains, causing the mammoth tiger group that was chasing after it to stop in horror, and then turn around and scatter and flee.
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Einstein put on the battle armor and fell unconscious with a serious injury on his back, but Ares, whose breath had calmed down a little after emergency treatment, walked in the front, and the armor shook and made a small clattering sound, which became the only sound effect on this road.
The Huang team was still on the way to the rest stop, which had been less than half an hour for more than twenty minutes, and the rest stop was still at the farthest end of the eye.
I don't know why, this section of the road is silent, there is not even a trace of insects and frogs, and the trees on both sides bend their heads and seem to be saluting something, the atmosphere is strange and solemn.
Huang Luoyue followed Einstanford in two wars, but all his spirit fell on Yanping behind, to be exact, on the unconscious man on Yanping's back.
Huang Luoyue remembered the fear of being covered by the realm, the jealousy when the man pulled out the artifact, and the majesty of the man's killing of the half-step saint-level mammoth tiger with one shot.
When the dragon flew, the man stood with a spear, and the light of the fire in the air swayed and cast a long shadow behind him, tall and straight like a giant.
At this time, this majestic man was already a person whose skin was ulcerated and bleeding all over his body and fell into a coma, he was lying silently behind a female rao, but it did not damage his majesty at all, and the faint dragon power added to his body, and he was in a coma like a mountain.
Huang Luoyue himself also has an artifact, and he has seen a lot of knowledge at the saint-level Xuan-level master, and he has also read countless fragments of the ancient divine war in the book, but at this moment, he still can't erase the god-like figure of Zhao Yun in his mind, and he can't iron out the trembling of his feet.
He is now glad that he is wise enough to bet on Zhao Yun, but he is also worried that he will not be able to control the other party at all, no, don't control it, it is fortunate that Zhao Yun is willing to continue to cooperate.
Yanping on the other side was already sweating profusely, and she was not tired of carrying Zhao Yun on her back, but the blood on Zhao Yun's body dried up and flowed down, and the festering skin was smeared with good wound medicine but cracked again as long as she moved, so she used almost all her energy to wrap Zhao Yun, controlling Zhao Yun to cling to her back, and keeping her upper body posture unchanged.
It only took less than half an hour, and the physical exercise was no less diverse than the original 5 hours. But she had long forgotten her fatigue, her eyes were firm but vigilant staring at Huang Luoyue's vest, and every time she found that Huang Luoyue secretly looked back at herself or Zhao Yun, she gritted her teeth to boost her energy in case of accidents, so this half-time journey was extremely difficult.
"It's ......"
After many days of getting along and a night of stimulation, Einstanford, who had been baptized by blood and fire, set a record of saying two sentences in one night with the assistance of AI.
Einstanford's words eased the delicate atmosphere between the few people a little, and several Rao's attention immediately shifted to the rest stop not far away, and they saw several figures walking vigilantly with night lights.
The staff of the rest station guard saw that a few suspicious people came in the middle of the night, and immediately cheered up and took the initiative to go forward to check, and when they saw a few injuries, they immediately arranged emergency treatment after verifying the college documents and identity information.
A team of white coats quickly took over Ares and Zhao Yun, and at the same time took the black gold consumption card handed over by Huang Luoyue, and the two mobile simple treatment beds pulled the two wounded into the intensive care room.
Huang Luoyue and Einstanford were pulled by the teacher on duty at night to tell them what happened tonight, and went through the corresponding entry procedures and payment, while Yanping followed the white coat to help take care of the wounded.
She followed the white coat to the family area of the intensive care room, watched a bunch of white coats connect various instruments to Ares and Zhao Yun, and sprayed some unknown liquids to do various tests.
"Although the big man's injury is also fatal, but this is caused by an external force, it is relatively easy to deal with, I will report today, and I can call the higher gambling treatment device tomorrow, and it is expected to heal soon." ”
At this point, the thick glasses paused, and his expression became a little more serious, which made Yanping feel a little bad in her heart, and sure enough, the next thing in the thick glasses was to solve Zhao Yun's problem.
"The other situation is very bad, his body is almost collapsing, the skin and flesh can only be kept in place with difficulty, as long as the external force is a little stronger, the skin and flesh will rub off, and then keep losing blood, which makes it very difficult for us to carry out treatment. ”
"The only good news is that his skeleton and internal organs are extremely tough, and they have not been damaged by such violence, and we have also detected a bright glow swirling around his bones. ”
"We still don't know what these lights are, but there have been similar descriptions in history, and these lights have saved him from infections and complications, and of course, if the flesh collapses and is not cured, he will have to wait for death. ”
"Can you get it back?" (Yanping)
"It's very difficult, and it is possible to be vegetative if you save it. (Thick glasses)
"Is there really no other way?" (Yanping)
"We'll try hard. (Thick glasses)
"Roar (can be saved)" (?)
"It's good to be saved, thank you" (Yanping)
"I can't" (thick glasses)
"Roar (just keep soaking him in water)"
"What kind of water to soak?" (Yanping)
"Ah, what kind of water?" (thick glasses)
"Roar (the last soaked nutrient solution recovery solution or something)" (?)
"It's okay to soak in the nutrient solution recovery solution? (Yanping)
"Girl, are you alright, when am I going to soak this? (Thick glasses)
"Roar (yes, if there is an advanced point, use the advanced one, the effect is good)" (?)
"Really?" (Yanping)
"Girl, girl, forget it, I'm going to call my colleague from the psychology department. Thick glasses muttered, and turned away to call someone.
"Of course you can!" (?)
"Oh, doctor, don't go, huh...... Why can I still communicate when people are gone" (Yanping)
"Roar (I am the dragon soul of the Seven Killing Dragon Spear)"
Dragon Soul? Yanping blinked and finally came back to her senses, remembering that Zhao Yun had indeed had such a dragon soul, and it was the soul of an artifact, and there were many sources.