Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 660: 662 The Allergic Sorceress

Chapter 660 662. The allergic sorceress

Just like other portals Lan En has used, the distortion of space after entering makes the brain swell, sore, and make you feel nauseous.

The somatosensory 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 it's different from the previous feeling of gravity coming from his feet. Now his body seems to be facing down.

Without thinking much at all, Lan grabbed Triss next to him and twisted around her waist.

Strong core muscles allowed him to complete body flips in mid-air.

Triss was held in his arms while he lay on his back.

The sorceress is no longer on fire, but she has been burned by her own magic power from the inside out for half a minute. Lan En feels that if she is thrown down again, Triss will probably be dead.

The master-level bear school armor's cooked dragon leather and Valyrian steel plate hit the ground, but there was no hard falling feeling.

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

Wood floor?

After absorbing all the impact of the falling wave, Lan En took stock of his surroundings.

Half-wooden and half-stone structure, the main body of the barrel-shaped building built with large stones is wooden spiral handrails, spiral stairs, and platforms.

There are also a few bags of unground wheat stacked on the platform, as well as some scattered straw and hay.

There were no screams of death, the smell of blood, or the smell of burning. A huge black shadow flashed regularly through the gaps in the stone exterior wall.

With a squeaking sound.

That's a windmill.

This should be the tower of a windmill.

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

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

The most tragic scene in the world and this quiet pastoral scenery are only one step through a portal.

This sharp and sudden contrast made Lan En stunned for two seconds.

The war is over.

He suddenly felt this clearly.

Subsequently, his shoulders slowly relaxed and he took a long breath, as if he wanted to relax the tension during this period.

Triss in his arms let out a low cry of pain, causing Lan En to regain consciousness immediately.

The injury assessment was judged to be severe burns, with the burn range being around 45%, and urgent treatment is needed!

Mentos immediately scanned Trisss current situation and provided an injury assessment report.

Burns are probably one of the most painful types of injuries.

The out-of-control magical flames tortured Triss's body severely.

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

A person without skin is like the immune system without armor on the battlefield fighting germs.

Lan En has just come off the battlefield, so he can say responsibly: Going to the battlefield without armor is no different from putting your hands directly into a meat grinder.

The crystal cultivation project team promoted by Lan En has long completed the cultivation technology for skin.

It would be nothing even if Triss was given a full-body skin graft.

Now, he just needs to ensure that Triss does not get a serious infection before going to Arethusa for treatment. Many warlocks magic potions and elixirs can achieve this effect.

"I want to make sure you don't get killed by germs now. This is your safe house, right Triss? Where is your elixir box?"

The windmill fan blades outside the window cast sunlight in regularly, flickering. Under the Tyndall effect, many dust particles can be seen flying in the sunlight beam.

Normally, this should be a beautiful and peaceful scene, but next to a burn patient, these dust particles are a source of pollution that makes people's scalp numb!

At this moment, Triss was in a state of confusion, screaming in a low voice as she was tortured by the pain of losing her skin.

Lan simply turned on the demon hunter's senses and [Spirit Vision], and looked around himself.

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

He opened the lid and cursed. All the medicine bottles were exactly the same, and he didn't recognize the mysterious symbols on the seals.

Each warlock has his own set of symbolic codes.

Triss, which bottle?

None of the bottles are of use, she moaned, speaking with great difficulty. "I can't I can't drink."

"what why?"

"I'm allergic!"

? The sorceress is allergic to potions?

"I'm allergic!" she sobbed in annoyance and despair. "Always have been! I can't drink the elixir! I can use them to cure others, but I can only rely on the amulet."

Where is your amulet?

As soon as he finished saying this, Lan En himself reacted.

In the battle at Umbrella Mountain, no warlock can spare a hand. In order to survive, all available assets must be used.

Now for Triss, the out-of-control magic flame has burned her body and all her belongings.

After pondering for a moment, Lan walked to Triss's side.

Where is this safe house located? Is there an herbalist nearby?

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

Im going to give you some antibacterial gel and put it on your burned skin, otherwise youll die of infection before you even get to Arethusa.

After finishing speaking, Lan En gently held Triss's hand that was holding on to him, and the sorceress's painful expression eased.

She is in pain and insecure now. It would be best if someone stays with her to take care of her. But there is no way. With the sanitary conditions here, Tris will definitely die if she looks at her.

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

Mentos, build a mission.

Please speak, sir.

The data flow started to refresh on the retina, and Lan En started 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 computing power is allocated and is expected to be completed within two hours.

Using the knowledge of alchemy to temporarily create recipes may even sound like a fantasy, but both Lan En and Mentos have a high level of acceptance of this kind of thing.

Lets not talk about the demon hunters and sorceresses who have left the battlefield. The dust has settled and is already in the final stage of the Umbrella Mountain battlefield.

At the location where Triss and Lan disappeared, the two king commanders of the Northern Alliance Army and the surviving warlocks gathered here.

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