My Magic Age

The luxurious soft leather sofa in the magic caravan still had traces of being dismantled. There were three wooden beds placed side by side in the car. The three construct warriors were lying on the beds. Two of them had their upper bodies wrapped like mummies, with only their faces exposed. They looked extremely weak, as if their bodies had to endure great pain every time they breathed.

Another construct warrior had become unconscious. He had countless crisscross wounds on his body. Several large wounds were bandaged with hemostatic bandages. Thick water seeped out of the bandages, carrying an unpleasant sour smell. It seemed that the wounds were seriously infected.

The sound of the door opening woke up the sleeping magician. He saw the Duke of Samoyed and quickly got up from the bench. His eyes were red from staying up late, and his chin was covered with blue stubble. It seemed that he had not trimmed it for some time. His face was full of fatigue and his pupils were a little dry, which was obviously a sign that his mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion.

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"My Lord Duke!" The magician's voice sounded a little hoarse.

The Duke of Samoyed held his shoulders and asked him to sit down, and said in a low voice: "Master Dunlop, please sit down and rest for a while. Don't worry about us. We just come here to take a look."

He frowned slightly, then turned his head and asked the servant behind him: "Go and get Master Dunlop some mental potions."

The servant agreed and turned to walk out of the carriage.

Duke Samoyed asked Magician Dunlop, "How are they?"

Mage Dunlop looked a little stern, and said to Duke Samoyed, "Zach has been unconscious since yesterday, and his condition is getting worse. When I performed the 'hydrotherapy' on him yesterday, he still had some reaction when I called them, but today he has no consciousness."

"Let me see..." Duke Samoyed said, and walked to the bed of the unconscious construct warrior named Zach, and removed the bandage on his wound, revealing a deep wound inside. This wound is a penetrating wound on the shoulder. The wound is a fist-sized black hole. The surrounding flesh has begun to erode, but no blood has flowed out. You can even see the white bones in the black hole.

Even if this kind of injury is cured, this arm will be useless, and the internal organs may be damaged.

However, the identity of the construct warrior who can make Duke Samoyed travel thousands of miles from the Yello plane to the imperial capital must be extraordinary.

"How did this injury happen?" I was a little curious. It's rare to see a weapon that can leave such a big wound on the shoulder.

"The wound on the shoulder was left by the Spider Commander's big iron spear piercing his shoulder." Duke Samoyed said, and then he took off the bandage on his abdomen. The entire lower abdomen was also cut open by the sharp weapon. Now the wound has shrunk a little, the fat has turned a little white, and it is slightly turned outward, revealing the peritoneum with flesh and tendons inside. He said, "If the thorns of the abdominal foot were cut half an inch deeper, maybe he wouldn't have lived to this day."

"Even if the peritoneum is cut, if the internal organs are not injured, the intestines can be put back, and then the wound can be sealed with silk thread. Maybe there is still a chance to treat it." I stood beside Duke Samoyed and carefully observed some of the injuries on the construct warrior, and said.

The injuries of this construct warrior are still quite serious, and the breath of life is so weak that it is almost imperceptible.

"Then can he still be saved?" Duke Samoyed asked me with a change of expression.

I said, "I'll try. Don't worry. My magic states are all buff attributes. Even if I can't cure him, I can stop his injury from getting worse."

As I said that, I took out four stone drum totems from my magic waist bag. These four stone drum totems were like four-colored lanterns that kept spinning around my body. In an instant, the whole room was filled with the light of the four magic elements. The surrounding magic elements kept spinning with the stone drum totems, forming a slowly rotating magic vortex.

The drowsy middle-aged magician felt the magic elements in the carriage constantly running, and opened his eyes wide to look at the four stone drum totems around my body, as if he had seen a miracle. He seemed to feel that the magic power in the magic pool in his body was slowly recovering. He pointed at my stone drum totems and wanted to say something, but it seemed like a stone was stuck in his throat. After holding it in for a long time, the words finally didn't come out.

Everyone standing next to me seemed to feel that their bodies had become somewhat different. The magical effect of the stone drum totem was added to everyone. Their most intuitive feeling was that their minds had become much clearer. This was the magical effect of the blue crystal stone drum totem. Among these people, the biggest beneficiary was the middle-aged magician whose mana was almost exhausted.

Duke Samoyed raised his arm and saw the stone patterns on his skin. He touched the skin on the back of his hand with his hand, clenched his fist, and asked me with surprise: "Is this your magic?"

I nodded. The biggest effect of petrified skin is to instantly enhance the skin's resistance with the power of magic, making the skin harder than rock. This temporary improvement in properties also has great resistance to diseases and toxins, so turning on the 'petrified skin' is still effective. Although it can't make the constructed warrior better, it can really prevent the wounds on the skin from continuing to fester.

I touched the chest of the unconscious warrior and found that his heart was still beating, but it was extremely weak.

I touched his exposed wrists and ankles again. His limbs were getting cold and he seemed to be showing some signs of death.

Skillfully took out a pair of soft leather gloves from the magic waist bag and put them on his hands. He took out a leather bag from the magic waist bag and spread it on the bench beside him. A row of neat silver knives were revealed inside. He picked a knife from it and cut the bandage on the soldier's abdomen. He began to carefully check his injuries. I found that the wound of this construct soldier had not been cleaned. There was still some acid from the giant spider's mouthparts on the wound. The reason why his injuries continued to worsen was probably related to this.

The digestive fluid with acidic effect in the spider warrior's body infected his wound, and it was not cleaned in time, which led to the infection and ulceration of the wound. The injury was delayed for too long, and various organs in the body failed. Now his life is hanging by a thread.

Controlling a very fine stream of water, cleaning the edge of his abdominal wound, using a silver knife to cut off the rotten flesh of his wound bit by bit. This is a delicate job that needs to be handled bit by bit. The rotten fluid of the spider needs to be cleaned up completely.

Time seemed to have stopped here. I forgot about the people around me and where I was. I even felt like I was in a sub-dimensional space. I took a silver knife and treated the wound bit by bit, cleaned the wound, and finally sewed the belly of the constructed warrior bit by bit with cotton thread. Finally, I cast a "hydrotherapy". Unfortunately, his life breath was too weak.

"Hydrotherapy" is a kind of magic that can stimulate the potential of human life, accelerate the body's metabolism, and make the wound heal quickly.

This kind of primary water magic of healing is most effective for those warriors with strong vitality, but for the constructed knight in front of me, his life breath is about to disappear, and he cannot stimulate the life potential in his body, so the magic effect of "hydrotherapy" is like a stone sinking into the sea, and it has almost no effect.

The condition of this construct knight was relatively stable, so I treated the wound on his shoulder again, but the wound here was missing a large piece of flesh, so it was more difficult to sew it up. After dealing with all this, I took out a crystal bottle from the magic waist bag, where there was a little concentrated light green liquid, which was a drop of "life essence" given to me by the world tree.

Luka and I have used the diluted "life essence" to cultivate magic herbs, and the effect is very significant.

I just don't know what effect it will have after taking it. I guess this thing can't be poison after all, and this thing itself is a group of life breath. If it can be absorbed by the construct warrior, maybe he can get better. So, I held his chin, pried his mouth open, and then dripped this drop of "life essence" into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the light of the light green breath suddenly became bright, and the light even covered his body. Countless green breaths spread from his mouth to his body. The most obvious thing is that the blood vessels hidden under the skin all over his body have turned light green, and this momentum is unstoppable all over his body.

A strong vitality emanated from his body. I saw that he seemed to be in extreme pain. All the muscles in his body were in spasm, and his face became extremely distorted.

I suddenly woke up from the self-conscious space and found myself still standing in front of the bed, but the constructed warrior on the bed looked like his skin was dyed with a layer of light green, and the blood vessels on his body turned dark green. The whole person was twitching violently.

The middle-aged magician sitting on the bench next to him stared at everything in front of him in disbelief. He looked at me in horror, and then looked at the constructed warrior on the bed. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

At this time, I realized that there were only two of us left in the carriage except for the three patients. He pointed at my face and asked me harshly: "You...you...what did you do to Zack? Why did he become like this?"

I leaned over and turned the eyes of the constructed knight again, and found that even his pupils had turned dark green, which looked a little creepy.

The strong chest muscles of the constructed warrior were violently rising and falling, and his breathing was like pulling a bellows, making a violent sound.

The middle-aged magician ran over and grabbed my collar, trying to pull me away from the construct warrior, but I subconsciously dodged.

I found that the construct warrior's body began to undergo some obvious changes.

The middle-aged magician failed to catch me, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. He lay on the carpet and shouted hoarsely: "Come! Come quickly... My Supreme God of Magic, what on earth have you done?"

I ignored him at all. At this moment, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me. I found that the wound on the abdomen of the construct warrior in front of me had begun to heal where I had sutured it. The cotton thread was quickly wrapped in the skin, and only vague traces of silk thread could be seen.

The flesh and blood on the wound seemed to have a new life. The muscle fibers began to wriggle constantly and intertwined to form a more complete muscle tissue. The broken bones also grew new bone stubble bit by bit. The black hole on the shoulder formed a vortex of flesh and blood, and countless buds grew out of the black hole, filling the black hole bit by bit.

The door of the carriage was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and two Level 2 Construct Warriors rushed in from outside. Then Duke Samoyed also walked in quickly. He asked in a hurry, "What happened?"

However, at the moment when the second-level construct warrior opened the door, the seriously injured construct warrior lying in front of me suddenly opened his eyes. His muscles all over his body were tense, and the green in his eyes suddenly faded. The spiderweb-like green marks on his body began to fade quickly. He suddenly sat up from the bed, and then took a deep breath. He supported the bed board with one hand and covered his chest with the other. His eyes gradually woke up from the out-of-focus state. .

It was as if he had experienced a nightmare, with a blank look in his eyes. At this time, he happened to see the Duke of Samoyed coming in from the outside. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he blurted out: "Father, why did you come here?" ?”

Then he saw the middle-aged magician sitting on the carpet of the carriage and asked him impatiently: "Master Dunlop, how is the battle situation outside? Have our Construct Knights withdrawn safely?"

The middle-aged magician seemed to have been greatly frightened. For a moment, he put his hands on his throat and was speechless.

"Zach, is your injury healed?" Duke Samoyed showed excitement on his face. He walked to the construct warrior in two steps and put his hand on the injured area on his shoulder. At this time, construct warrior Zach The light green traces on the shoulders also faded little by little, and what appeared in the eyes of the Samoyed Duke was light pink skin, exactly the color of new skin after the scabs of wounds fall off.

The Duke of Samoyed looked at the wound on Zach's abdomen again. Apart from a centipede pattern, there were almost no other marks on his abdomen.

"Ah! I remembered it. It seems that I was stabbed through the collarbone when I was fighting the Spider-Man Overseer at the end..." Zach's memory door was opened little by little, and he began to recall the things he had experienced before.

He turned to look at the clear scar on his left shoulder and continued to recall.

"I was also scratched on the abdomen by his tentacles..." He stretched out his hand to touch his lower abdomen, and also saw the healed scars, and said to himself: "I thought I would die in battle, but... I seem to Come to life! Father, where is this?"

"Emperor, I brought you to the Imperial Capital." A gratified smile appeared on Duke Samoyed's face, and he gently stroked Zach's curly short hair.

"Is this the imperial capital?" Zach looked out the window impatiently, eyes full of curiosity.

"Before you enjoy the beautiful scenery, I think you should express enough gratitude to the person who saved your life!" the Samoyed Duke said to Zach.

The Duke of Samoyed glanced at me with friendly eyes.

"Who saved me? Master Dunlop." Zach seems to be particularly dependent on this middle-aged magician and is used to asking him about many things.

The middle-aged magician was sitting on the ground and still didn't get up. He pointed at me.

Zach stood solemnly in front of me. He was taller than me by two heads. I had to raise my head to see his face. He knelt on the ground on one knee. This was definitely not etiquette. But if he does this, I don’t have to look up to him anymore.

He stretched out his hand in front of me and said to me sincerely: "My name is Zach. Thank you for saving me. I hope to become friends with you."

"Jijia, nice to meet you." I smiled at him and said.

I don't know much about the family members of the Samoyed Duke.

I only know that the former city lord and consul of Tanton City, Marquis Armand, was the son of the Duke of Samoyed. This marquis married Nora Angelbold, the princess of the Angelibald royal family, and their son Holler Earl Si once met me once at Trum stronghold. The Marquis Armand seems to have died in Tanton City a long time ago, and now his family is probably reunited in heaven.

Unexpectedly, this young construct warrior was actually the son of the Duke of Samoyed. No wonder the Duke of Samoyed would do everything possible to send these seriously injured people to Campbell Nursing Home.

At this time, I heard the Duke of Samoyed say to me with a smile: "Jijia, if you are sure that the two injured people will wake up, then there is no need for us to go to Campbell Nursing Home, why not go to my manor?" Let’s sit down, young people like you and Zach should have something in common.”

Looking at the two injured people who were wrapped like mummies, he calculated that there were still a few drops of concentrated 'life essence' left in the magic waist bag, so he nodded in agreement.