Chronicle of the Elf Realm

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"Listen to me and tell you slowly."

The time jumps to a month ago, when there was Barnard's Bay, the Holy Water Palace and the docked silver-gray Titan.

On the cruise ship, under a huge white parasol, Aaron lay lazily on a white beach chair, opening one magazine after another in boredom, his eyes sometimes blurred and sometimes sober.

After all, the elders have been in there for so long, so it's time to come out or send a notice. Aaron thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart. His eyes turned to the natural stone arcade and stayed there for a few seconds.

"Hey, Aaron, you are so leisurely and you are not afraid of the elders scolding you."

With a frivolous tone, a flirty pink shirt and pure white shorts, all customized by a clothing workshop, who else could it be if it wasn't the famous young master Qing Men of the Shui Tribe?

"It's like having sex with you," Aaron retorted.

"I'll die if you don't fight back." Qingmen was angry. Those love affairs are in the past. Now he is the most upright and upright water tribe's number one healer. But Aaron just likes to catch this. Let it go, no matter how many times he teases him, he will eventually be defeated by Aaron's extremely accurate way of hitting him where it hurts.

Human, who has not lived through the past and made no mistakes, why should we hold grudges so much?

Although in the past, when he was hooking up, he often left behind Aaron's name, but for such a small favor, he is a brother, so he should step forward. Qingmen comforted himself and said, don't worry about Ya'an. Lun's villain measurement

"Unfortunately, no." Aaron said righteously.

Thinking of the peach blossom debts that he incurred for no reason in those years, all thanks to the Qing family, Aaron wanted to beat him up. God knows what it would be like for him to spend energy cleaning up his brother's mess when he was so busy. Mood.

"Okay, okay, let me go, let me go."

Qingmen glanced at Aaron's stern zombie face and thought that it would be better to wait until he was in a better mood later and then put his hot face on his cold butt.

He was raising his feet, but before he could take a step, strange changes occurred in the sky above the cruise ship.

The huge swirling black hole suddenly appeared in the blue sky, causing air turbulence. The originally stable water element suddenly fluctuated and fell into chaos. The windless area within a hundred meters near the palace was set off by strong winds, one after another. The waves were violently bullying, and the Titan, which had always been known for its stability, began to sway, even though it had clearly dropped its anchor.

In the sea area outside the palace, the sound of surprise suddenly started, and there were many panicked figures of elves on the cruise ship.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Qingmen was swaying, almost unsteady.

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Aaron rolled his eyes at him, but began to mutter magic spells.

As the spells highlighted one after another, the undulating Titan gradually stabilized.

Before Qingmen could breathe a sigh of relief, he was dumbfounded. He stared fixedly at the black hole and saw two strange things flying out from there. They were getting bigger and bigger, and they looked like elves. It seems like a familiar feeling

"Yeah, Aaron, it's the princess and"

Qingmen pointed his finger in that direction and shouted to Aaron eagerly. However, he forgot about the rapid speed at which the small black dot landed and the fact that they were getting closer and closer to his position. He just said Halfway through, he felt the pressure of a heavy object, screamed, and fell to the floor of the cruise ship.

heavy echo

"Oh, my waist, I have a great future waiting for my waist."

Qingmen wailed, turned over in anger, and suddenly threw away the heavy objects on his body. Then he caught a glimpse of Aaron holding the princess who fell from the sky in his arms. He almost rushed up to beat him.

Since he picked up the princess, why didn't he pick up the one on him as well? He must have done it on purpose to end up with such a tragic end. He was almost knocked into paralysis.

"Okay, don't worry about whether these are available or not, call all the therapists quickly, quickly"

Aaron seemed to feel Qingmen's aggressive gaze, coughed slightly guiltily, and said seriously.

"how"

Qingmen lowered his head and turned his head in confusion. His original resentful look disappeared. He was surprised to see that the guy he casually opened was actually from Zou Jiao.

What made him even more surprised and nervous was that Zou Jingren had fatal wounds all over his body, and he looked like a blood elf.

He had never seen a Zou Jiao person injured like this, and he had never seen an elf injured so seriously. It was as if he had already stepped half into death. He looked like this.

Qingmen's hands trembled slightly. He had never encountered such a severe situation since he became a therapist.

"What are you doing standing there, calling someone?"

Aaron was also a little flustered because of the serious injury of the princess in his arms, and his temper became inexplicably irritable.

"Ah, ah, therapist, yes, therapist, therapist, where is the therapist?"

Qingmen was in a hurry, looking left and right, obviously confused.

"Please wake up, Qingmen, you are Qingmen Basil"

Aaron tried to control his emotions. He couldn't be in chaos. If he was in chaos, everything would be in chaos. It is unknown what happened to the princesses, but they must have returned from the strange black hole and narrowly escaped death to save their only chance of survival. He placed his trust in the top team of healers in the clan, but now that the patriarch is gone, he is in charge of everything. If he can't calm down, who else can he count on to save the princess and Zou Jiaoren?

"Yes, yes, yes, I am Qingmen, I am Qingmen."

Qingmen stood up in a panic and glanced at Princess Haiya in Aaron's arms. Her face was as pale as paper. Although the external skin and flesh wounds were okay, judging from the breath, the blood in her body appeared due to extreme violence. Depletion, the severity of the soul's trauma can only be known after a specific magic meter test, but it should not be too good. At such a rough look, the injury is too severe to be blamed on Zou Jing.

Two, two elves in such a critical condition, but they were still the two most noble people of the Shui Tribe. How could the Qingmen calm down? What's more, Zou Jiao and he were good brothers and had a close friendship.

He suddenly fell to the ground. He was young after all. Although he had inherited all the healing magic and original medical skills from the previous top healer of the Aqua Tribe, he was inexperienced and still lacked strong psychological quality to face a real big scene.

"No, no, I can't do this, unless it's master, master, yes, let master come, let master come"

Qingmen was about to find the sacred falcon locked in the animal area of ​​the third-class cabin in a panic, but Aaron grabbed him.

The power of Aaron's wrist was so powerful that he couldn't break free at all.

"Are you stupid? With the princess's injury, how could you wait for Mr. Baili to come?" Aaron yelled.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Qingmen's eyes were red and he shook off Aaron's hand angrily.

Is he willing to watch the princess die? It's not that he doesn't want to watch his brother die. It's because he can't do it. He can't do it. He can't help it.

"I can't do it. With such a serious injury, if something goes wrong, it will happen."

"coward"

Aaron interrupted mercilessly.

Then without even looking at Qingmen, he passed by him, and as he walked, he gave orders to the water elves who had already heard the noise and were gradually gathering on the deck.

"Two guys will come out immediately and help me move Ah Ling to the first-class treatment room. Also, notify all the therapists on the cruise ship, regardless of level, to bring me to the treatment room immediately. Anyone who neglects will be severely punished. Those who contribute will be greatly rewarded.”

Obviously many of the Shui Tribe dignitaries present were dumbfounded, but there were still a few who were clear-minded. They were all familiar with the Zou Ling people, so they naturally knew who A Ling was that Aaron was referring to, so they hurriedly went to the bloody body lying on the deck. He walked to the side of the elf, took a few breaths of cold air, managed to calm down, and chose the most appropriate floating magic to transfer the Zou Jiao people to the treatment room.

On the deck, many therapists, first-class therapists from Titan's current ship or other cruise ships, gathered towards the treatment room with mixed emotions.

Qingmen stared blankly on the spot as Aaron's back disappeared into the first-class cabin, motionless.

The elves obviously know healing magic, so why do they still need healers? When he was a child, Qingmen once asked his master, Baili Wenfeng, the number one healer of the Water Tribe at that time.

Baili Wenfeng smiled and said only five words: "Skills have specializations."

He didn't understand it before, but as he grew up, he gradually understood that no matter how high the bloodline of an elf is, no matter how powerful his healing magic is, he can never compare with a therapist, because only a therapist can cure the root cause. If it is not a cure, According to the words of a master, those healing magics will always be too one-sided and monotonous, leaving more or less hidden dangers and root causes of the body, and treating the symptoms but not the root cause. But the therapist is different. He has studied all the healing magic books and general medical theory and operations, is proficient in all healing magic instruments and herbal medicine, and can integrate the most perfect coordination plan to completely cure the injury.

For example, if you are injured by fire-attribute magic, if you are not a healer, the healing magic you use will often only repair the wound, heal the skin and flesh, and ease the impact on the soul and spirit. But if you are a healer, he will first help you remove the remaining fire-attribute damage, and then It is paired with corresponding water-based healing techniques to neutralize it, and finally uses corresponding spiritual therapy to completely heal the injured elf.

This is why healers are also a huge organization and a popular profession in the Elven Realm.

Therapist, isn't that the meaning of my existence in the world? Qingmen asked himself in his mind.

If you can't save the injured, why should you learn healing techniques and become a therapist?

Qingmen kept asking himself.

On the deck of the Titan, the elf in the pink shirt stood, as if frozen between heaven and earth.

At the same time, in the treatment room, Princess Haiya and Zou Jingren were lying on two huge white jade operating beds. The beds were made of derivatives of Shui Yuan crystal and were covered with white jade. It had magical effects and could delay the Time heals any form of trauma.

Of course, the length of time to heal the injury varies depending on the severity of the injury. Injuries like those of Zou Jiao and Princess Haiya are estimated to take tens of thousands of years. Although this thing can delay the time of the injured body, it is not still after all. We can delay a little longer. Without this bed, Princess Haiya and Zou Jingren would not be able to survive tonight.

If you have it, you can at most last until noon tomorrow, but this time is simply not enough to wait for the news from hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Naturally, the therapists gathered in the treatment room were well aware of this situation, and they were all running around in circles, sweating from their foreheads.

"asshole"

Aaron looked at the hesitant therapists, feeling sad and angry.

He looked at Princess Haiya's face with almost despair, that face that was still beautiful even though it was pale, and said to himself: "Could it be that there is no one, no one is coming?"

With a "bang" sound, the mechanical door of the treatment room was suddenly pushed open.

Against the light, a vague figure appeared, and in one sentence, his voice was cold and clear: "I'll come."