Dawn of the Grey Tower

Petrochemical magic is not something that the cheese has mastered recently. As early as the Cangshi period, he used this trick against the rebellious ghoul community. It's just that the cheese at that time couldn't precisely control the scope and target of this magic, coupled with huge physical and energy consumption, it could only be regarded as the last killer. As for now, the mage can already temporarily petrify a blood vessel that is less than the thickness of the finger. Having said that, the damaged aorta cannot be solved in this way.

The magic of the cheese has not been so fine that it can only petrify the blood vessels and not the blood in the blood vessels. Therefore, he only slightly delayed the large blood loss that had already begun, and such a delay could not fight for much time, because the blood vessels of the two sections of the petrified part of the blood vessel will appear to be bloody.

"Bring the child's mother and father better. I have to distinguish the blood of the two of them for this child." The mage said to Lothar, his voice and expression were still calm, but his forehead But sweat beads kept oozing. Too late, he knew this. Even if the earl brought the child's parents right away, even if the child's parents could provide him with blood, from drawing blood to sending the blood into the child's body and repairing the damaged blood vessels ... it was too late. His magic cannot win so much time. Perhaps the most feasible method now is amputation.

"Wait." The shaman opened his mouth to stop Losa, who was about to rush out. He shook his head. "Don't worry, just stop his bleeding, I'll do the rest."

Qi looked up, he did not see anything false or uncertain in Wu Qi's eyes. He can make up for the patient's blood loss at this time, to be honest he can't do it. As far as the gray robe wizards think, they don't even know how to do things, and most people in this world can't do it. It can be recalled that the shaman allowed him to master the language of the prairie people in an instant. Maybe the waiter of the spirits really has the ability to exceed the cognition of the mage. He blinked and decided to believe in the shaman.

When the mage reinvested his energy in repairing the patient's body and investigating the hidden dangers left by the parasite, the shaman sat on the side stool. He instructed Batu to take a copper pot, which was originally used to hold milk. Wu Qi placed the copper basin on the ground, added fresh water from the nearby river, and mixed the milk in the basin into a pale white liquid. "Go and give me some of his blood."

Batu was cautious, mainly afraid of disturbing the action of the cheese, and wrapped the thick blood clot formed by the blood ejected by the patient with a piece of cloth and took it. The shaman did not look at it, and threw the contents of the cloth directly into the copper basin. In an instant, the three things blood, water, and milk are mixed into a complex-colored liquid, but this is not over yet. Wu Qi took out an unspeakable aquatic weed from the vase on the side, broke off the rhizome at the bottom, extended the hollow straw into the mixture and began to stir in one direction, with words in his mouth.

Both the earl and the boy in the waterbuck tried to figure out what the shaman was doing, especially Lothar, because in the earl ’s impression, either the gray robe or the witch, when they cast the spell, everyone else can use their eyes or It is other phenomena to notice the abnormal energy flowing from the space in or near them. But this shaman, which was regarded as a standard and placed on the grassland, seems to have lost its effectiveness. Although, Wu Qi's straw sticks left a dazzling pattern in the copper basin, although with his stirring, the liquid in the basin gradually became the same, and even became less and less. Not to mention magical aura, even Lothar ’s hand that was deliberately placed on the fool ’s handle of justice received no reminder from the witch hunt.

Such a situation is familiar and unfamiliar to the earl. He once thought that he would have a certain understanding of the inhabitants of the darkness of the world after the power of witch hunting knife and contact with witches and cheese. He even thinks that as long as he can understand the fluctuation of magic power, then the clever caster will be as conspicuous as the shadow under the sun. It now appears that this self-righteous affirmation is itself a hindrance to Loza's cognition of the other side of the world. There is no certain rule in the world under the sun, not to mention the places where it cannot be illuminated?

The mixed liquid is getting less and less, while the liquid in the basin is getting more and more viscous. They have changed from substances such as milk and blood to something in between that is similar. The viscous material was gradually obscured by the edges of the copper basin, making it impossible to see how much they left. When the cheese finished the patient's incision and then looked at the pale face and blue lips due to blood loss, the shaman also completed his work. Wu Qi picked up the grass stalk, his hands were very careful, as if he was serving a bowl of hot soup.

"Open his mouth." The shaman said to Atta. The female swordsman immediately pinched the patient's jaw and removed the cloth from the latter's mouth. Then Wu Qi raised the grass stem upright, letting the slowly dripping things fall into the patient's mouth. One drop, two drops, and when the third drop of liquid began to fall, the shaman moved his hand towards the patient ’s forehead, and the things in his straw seemed to be more fluid, a pink one, From the middle of the upper lip all the way along the midline of the face, through the bridge of the nose and eyebrows, and finally the thin line that stopped at the center of the forehead quickly appeared.

An incomprehensible spell ~ www.readwn.com ~ is as confusing as a pattern with three branches at the top of the thin line. Although tired, the cheese can guarantee that this time, he still did not feel any power related to magic or magic. So why do those sticky pink materials disappear like rain that fell into dry land?

"Okay, this child's life is saved." Witch, who had done all this, fell back on the ground and let out a breath. Having said that, his face was not as ugly as it was before casting the spell. It seems that for these shamans, the spellcasting itself does not consume the internal energy in their bodies, but the ritual during the spellcasting will make them tired. This is again very different from the magic that the cheese knows. If he can, he now has the idea of ​​temporarily letting go of the City of Ten Thousand Laws and staying on the grassland to learn this traditional idea.

"I'm going to see the sky." Atta said and walked out of the felt room. He could n’t stay here, because the girl was also counting on finding clues about his loved ones in the City of Ten Thousand Laws, and his friend Lothar had to go through the grassland to find information about his wife. Once again, the cheese feels that the relationship between people binds each of them like a chain, forcing them to voluntarily or involuntarily move in the direction of the chain. It was like a slave pulled by a slave owner.

Fortunately, this bad imagination did not last long, because the female swordsman soon brought back a message, "I don't know when it is now. It's foggy, it's a lot of fog!"

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