Tides: Years of Dawn

Crewe was beaten up - it was inevitable.His tentacle was inexplicably pulled, and before he could react, it was completely held in the mouth by an unknown creature.

His bag fell to the ground, and another unknown creature immediately bent down and bit it, and rushed into the woods with its companion.

As the sharp teeth loosened, Krue fell to the ground with a thud.Then the sticks—no, Gareth was the only one doing the beating.Otherwise, if those beasts who only scratch and bite to death are allowed to bite, the octopus will probably die without hesitation.

Plus, Gareth doesn't have tools, he only has his fists.

Before he even waited for the little octopus to transform into a human form, he kicked it hard.

He had experience before, dodging Krewe's instinctive ink spray, and then grabbed his limp tentacles and tied them to a short wooden stake.

Then he punched Crewe in the head, and many punches after that.

He was very glad that Crewe didn't transform into a human form, if he did, he might still feel a little bit unbearable in the face of those pitiful eyes and beautiful little head.

But it would be much easier if it was completely octopus. He also ate octopus before, and he thought that killing octopus would be just a matter of a sap and a dagger.

He really hated it.

This octopus is obviously harmless to humans and animals, but it just made them walk before the gate of hell.If he hadn't trusted the octopus, I'm afraid Tristan wouldn't be what he is now.

After beating for a while, Crewe forced his head to emerge against the fallen stick.

He saw Tristan lying on the side, and he could roughly guess what predicament Gareth was in, but he still had a way, or that way came out without thinking, he cried and shouted——

"No, don't hit me... I, I, I can save him - ouch - can - oops - can save him! ..."

Gareth's fists have inertia, like a windmill, and it's not so easy to stop when they swing, so even if Crewe turned his head, he still swung a few more punches based on inertia before stopping his fists.

So Gareth's head is relatively simple. Hearing such words, regardless of why he beat Crewe just now, he immediately asked nervously—"Who are you saving? Who did you just say to save?"

Crewe wept sobbingly, slowly raised the unbound tentacles on one side, and pointed in the direction where Tristan was lying—"Yes...you can temporarily, temporarily save, save him...if, If he still has breath..."

In fact, Crewe is not sure, but O///特///P///Si is the largest family of witch doctors in the Cracked Rock Islands after all. Resurrecting the dead turned the world around, but at any rate, I have been exposed to a lot of healing spells since I was a child, so I can still give it a try.

What's more, at this juncture, if he didn't try, he would be beaten to death.Regardless of whether it will succeed or not, let's talk about it first.

But Gareth didn't believe it right away, instead of letting Crewe go, he carried Tristan in front of Crewe.

Now Tristan's wound has been seriously infected, not only the edge of the wound is red and swollen, but also pus and blood overflow from time to time.

Thinking about it, the paws of those beasts caught countless carrion corpses and rotten fish that were fed every day.Tristan had old injuries before, and now it is remarkable that he is still alive.

"He...he's going to die..." Crewe looked at Tristan's wound, sniffed, and said carefully.

"Fucking nonsense! Can you give me an accurate number."

In fact, Gareth is also very guilty at this moment, he is really afraid that the little octopus will say that there is nothing he can do, and even if Gareth kills the little octopus, it will not be able to relieve the grief in his heart.

He hoped that the little octopus could find a way, and he didn't have any other ideas now, as long as the little octopus could fix Tristan, Gareth could still temporarily not cut the octopus legs.

Crewe's two loose tentacles hung down, trying very hard to reach his body on the ground.It's a pity that he was tied too high, and he couldn't reach it for a long time.

As a last resort, Gareth lowered him a little more, then drew out the dagger and placed it around his neck as a warning.

The pressure on Crewe's heart was unbearable.Where did he experience this, even if he was called up in class or closed in the classroom to write test papers, he would often forget what he had learned because of nervousness.

But now the coolness of the dagger keeps reminding him - he can only do right, not wrong.

At this moment, there is no official to remove a wrong answer, and there is no audience outside the venue to ask for help. He can only rely on himself, but his own brain is a little short-circuited. At that moment, he really felt that God was going to kill him.

Tristan actually didn't have many vital signs, and his pulse was too weak to feel.He was sweating profusely all over his body, but he had a high fever because of the infection.

Crewe tried to feel the beat of his heart, faint but very fast.It is estimated that there was too much blood loss before, and now the heart needs to increase its horsepower to send blood to the limbs and veins.

Crewe remembered that there were some medicines that could temporarily calm people down, but he remembered that the recipe was about two pages long.Now they don't go to the village or back to the store, and they have to worry about whether the guards of the Sea Snake's house outside will find out that there is only one blue robe in Crewe's bag, and he reckons that dispensing medicine is impossible.

So he could only try to cast a spell.

According to Crewe's thinking, he needs to stabilize Tristan's heartbeat first, then drain the pus and blood from the wound, remove the rotting infected flesh, and finally find a way to disinfect and cool him down.

But the first step of this non-pharmaceutical treatment method is the most difficult to achieve, because without the assistance of medicine, it is very dangerous to control the opponent's heartbeat by external force alone. Tristan kills.

Crewe took a deep breath, forgetting about the danger, and then stretched out a tentacle, pressing on Tristan's heart.

Now Tristan's heart was almost quivering rather than beating, a very dangerous feature before the heart stopped.Crewe didn't know how long this situation lasted, but even if he did nothing, Tristan would die soon.

But even if he was caught by Gareth, no matter whether Tristan died because of him or not, he would not be exempt from responsibility.

Crewe has only one dead horse as a living horse doctor.

I remember that Crewe had signed up for an after-school interest group to learn this stuff, and now he couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. Fortunately, he went to that interest group despite everyone’s disgust and cynicism, otherwise he would really want to brag and have no material now.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the temperature of the blade on his neck.Then he took another deep breath and recalled the eight-line mantra he had recited back then.

Fortunately, the incantation of the calming spell is not too long, and I can still barely remember it. Only a few syllables were confused, so it shouldn't be a problem to change it a few times.

When his heartbeat calmed down a bit, he opened his mouth to chant the mantra in Haimin's tone.

Gareth couldn't hear Crewe's voice, only his lips moved slightly.

The frequency of the Haimin's original voice exceeded the human hearing threshold, so the surroundings returned to silence.Only the occasional sniffing of animals and the rustling of the wind.

This dead silence Gareth was even more nervous, he could even hear his heart beating.

He stared at the tentacles of the little octopus for a moment, until a thin, faint, orange light traveled around the tentacles, and then poured into Tristan's chest, and saw Crewe opened his eyes.

It's a pity that Tristan didn't respond. Because of the infusion of mana, the tattoo on his chest lit up for a moment, but the light was fleeting, as if swallowed by the dead body.

"What's going on?!" Gareth panicked immediately.

But Crewe ignored him. He poked his tentacles left and right in Tristan's chest, then closed his eyes a second time.

He reversed the order of the two words and recited the incantation.

This time, the bright light circled around the tentacles, and then penetrated into Tristan's chest bit by bit at an extremely slow speed.

It's a pity that before Crewe's spell was finished, Gareth suddenly shouted—"Ah! He's bleeding! What the fuck am I doing!"

As he spoke, the dagger on Crewe's neck chilled and pressed deeper into his skin.

Crewe quickly stopped the spell and took a shallow breath.

He gritted his teeth—at this time, he must not let himself realize that his situation is getting more and more dangerous, otherwise it won't count if he can't concentrate. If Tristan explodes directly in front of him because of the wrong spell, he probably Also had to be fried octopus by Gareth.

Fortunately, Crewe's hard work was not in vain.On the third chanting, his tentacles felt Tristan's heart beat faster for a few seconds, and then slowly, slowly—

damn it!The heartbeat actually stopped!

Crewe was shocked, and in an instant, cold sweat rolled down his back.

Tristan's heartbeat stopped after the sudden acceleration, but Gareth beside him didn't seem to notice it. Seeing that Tristan and Crewe didn't respond, he asked stupidly, "How is it, this time?" how's it going?"

Crewe was expressionless.He can't have any expression at the moment.He gritted his teeth hard, and his back was covered with layers of cold sweat.He must not be the first to show his flaws now, otherwise, otherwise——

Crewe closed his eyes and exerted a sudden force, only to see a flash of orange light wrap around the tentacles of the octopus, and then plunge into Tristan's body at a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye.

Yes, Crewe used too much force.The energy carried by the spell is very strong, not only is it not beneficial to the dying person, but it will directly destroy the last hope due to the excessive power.

But Crewe can't care about that much anymore, it's better to die anyway——

Crewe's tentacles vibrated, very faintly, like a hallucination.

Crewe moved the tentacle so that more suction cups were attached to Tristan's chest.

Then, his tentacles vibrated again.

Again, and again.

Crewe was about to cry.This is definitely God recharging his life, and Tristan's heart beat tenaciously again.

In fact, Crewe didn't know whether it was his curse light that played a role, or Tristan's will to survive was too strong.But either way, after waiting for half a minute, thank God, Tristan's heartbeat finally returned to its normal frequency.

And the curse light injected this time also lasted for a long time.After all of it was injected into the body, it actually lit up at the position of Tristan's heart, as if a layer of warm gauze had been made for the heart, and as the heart beat, the lights flashed moment by moment, and the surrounding blood vessels also emitted orange light one after another. light.

"Go...turn him over..." Crewe said timidly to Gareth after confirming that the spell was finally used correctly and finally worked.

Gareth was still in a daze, and Crewe pestered him with his tentacles again before he could react.So Tristan was turned over so that he was face down, and Crewe's small bag was placed under his head, so that his face was on its side.

Guaranteed the frequency of the heartbeat, it is much easier to reduce swelling.What's more, there is a ball of orange light as a mark, allowing Crewe to monitor Tristan's physical testimony at any time.

Gareth also put away the dagger, and sat cross-legged, waiting for Crewe to wave those octopus tentacles, allowing him to open his eyes wider.

If all goes well, he will untie Crewe with tears in half an hour, and sigh with emotion beside Tristan—and he will never know that just now Crewe used the wrong word twice. The spell almost killed Tristan directly.

TBC

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