[Hobbit+HP] The truth of elves

Lucius' simple question made Hadien's expression change a few times.He seemed to be frightened by himself, and almost ran away in the end.As for his true inner thoughts, Lucius had no idea.At least, that's not what he wants to focus on right now.

As soon as Hardion left, Lucius walked back to the first sick soldier and cast a spell to verify the change in magic power he had just noticed.

With the casting of the detection spell, the warmth of the palm really reappeared.However, the second warm feeling seemed to be less obvious than the first one.

Freed from the illusory joy brought about by the sense of control, the movement while casting the spell made Lucius vigilant again.Obviously, during the previous period, without the stimulation of the elf territory, his magic power has indeed been slowly changing.What Jin Gallon had predicted was not without purpose.

However, although the changes in magic power continued, he still had no clue about it.

When all thoughts reach a certain level, they hit the south wall one after another, and there is no direction to break through.

After arriving in a world without magic, Lucius instead began to think seriously about a question he had ignored for at least 50 years: What is magic?What is the source of power?

Looking at his palm, Lucius felt lost for a moment.He immediately forgot all about the little episode brought by Hardyen just now.

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Lucius intends to conduct magic research on the treatment of sick soldiers, but he is worried that his unrestrained experimentation with magic spells will squander the perception of magic changes.

In the end, he simply lived next door to Annis in the ward, and often after checking a soldier, he would go back to the room to study all the materials he had.Although this method is clumsy and inefficient, the instant inspiration between a lot of reading and thinking did give him a little gain.

Therefore, Lucius is more concerned about this group of patients, and Frann has more confidence in him.

However, God always fails to fulfill people's wishes.Just when Lucius seemed to be about to find a breakthrough, the patients who were originally in stable condition suddenly deteriorated on a large scale.

"I found that my medicine and magic power have no effect on their condition." Lucius spent ten days in the soldiers' ward, but the progress he had made was reversed overnight.When Frann, who was worried, came to check the situation again, Thranduy did not stay out of it.

"What could be the reason? Two more soldiers have fallen ill recently!" Frann was so worried that he wanted to pull his hair.

"Your medicine doesn't have any effect?" Thranduil asked with folded arms, his eyes were a little surprised.

"In fact, there are." Lucius pointed to the first soldier who got sick. "He was in the most serious condition a while ago, and his wounds were almost completely healed. But I don't know why, when he seemed to be getting better, suddenly I was seriously ill and fell into a coma, and even the wound on my arm deteriorated overnight. After that, the medicine that used to be curative no longer had any effect. It was like overnight, the toxin in this wound was replaced by another A completely different substance."

Thranduil looked in the direction of Lucius' finger, and frowned at the black rotten wound on the soldier's hand that was as big as a fist.

"Is there anything you can do?" Seeing Thranduy start to think, Frann couldn't help asking eagerly.

Thranduil's eyes were concentrated, he was thinking, but did not speak.On the contrary, Hardyen stepped forward to observe the soldier's diseased wound, and let out a light sigh.

"Why, did you find anything?" Frann continued to ask another object.

Hardion looked uncertainly at Lucius, then at Thranduil, and seeing that neither of them responded, his tone became even more hesitant: "I just think the wound looks a bit like it was on the battlefield before." Seen on..."

"Dark power?" Lucius raised his eyebrows and answered.

Hardyen looked embarrassed, and he was still uncertain when he nodded.

"But they haven't been in contact with half-orcs," Frann wondered. "What's more, so many people started to be poisoned at the same time? Isn't there such a possibility?"

Frann hoped to get a negative certification, but all three elves were silent at the same time.

"Then...even if it is the dark power, you have cured it, right?" He raised hope again and looked at the elves.

Hearing this, Ha Dien quickly glanced at Lucius: "Although he was cured..."

"It's not the same situation." Lucius, who had been a medical soldier on the battlefield, immediately denied it, "I've been using ordinary antidotes. And just like Frann said, dark forces are not contagious. "

"It's not like the power of a curse, but it's not like simple poisoning either." Thranduil also said immediately.

Thranduil's words undoubtedly made things worse.All of a sudden, Frann became serious.But just when they were still at a loss and unable to make a conclusion, the soldiers from Tongchuan came suddenly.

"Is someone looking for me?" Lucius looked puzzled after hearing the soldier's briefing.

"Yes, there is a middle-aged man who calls himself York, who says he is a friend of the pharmacist Lucius, and asks for your help." The communicator obviously asked in detail before agreeing to send the message.However, his bewildered expression also showed that the matter was not simple, "He said that the refugees in the wharf area infected his son with the disease, please help rescue his son."

As soon as the communicator finished speaking, before Lucius could react, the sensitive Fran jumped up first, with an extremely serious tone: "The refugees are contagious diseases? What's going on, please explain clearly!"

The communicator was startled and kept shaking his head, expressing that he didn't know any more news.

Frann's reaction obviously became so sensitive because of the foreshadowing of other information.Lucius' mind turned back to Gradton's rumors of the plague, and he immediately guessed one or two.However, he still pretended not to know at the moment, and asked Frann: "What's wrong?"

"Two months ago, a lot of refugees flooded into the pier area, and they all seemed to be from Gradton. The pier area has been in chaos for a while, and the situation has become a bit complicated recently. It's hard to describe. I'll take someone with you to see Let's see."

Frann would never try to send Thranduil, so the only ones who left Amon Hen Fortress were him and Lucius with Annis.The captain of the guard obviously attached great importance to the possible situation in the dock area, and led a whole group of soldiers to set off together.However, before he successfully arrived at the pier to check the situation, the second messenger who appeared today intercepted his team and changed his course.

"What did you say, someone died in the city?" Frann stared at the messenger sent by the city lord in surprise, his tone full of disbelief.

"Really, the whole family is dead. Your Excellency the City Lord has quarantined that family's house, but the news has spread, everyone... Everyone is panicked... Your Excellency the City Lord can't stop those people..." reported As the believer spoke, the fear on his face deepened, and the sentences began to speak incoherently, which made Frann even more anxious.

"Speak clearly!"

It is very likely that the successive occurrences within one day were not accidental. Lucius originally thought that the problems of refugees had accumulated to a certain extent and caused disputes with the aborigines.Even he did not connect the incident of Little York's illness with the illness of the soldiers in the fort.However, the news from the city lord was like a thread, connecting the information in an instant, making Lucius alert.

"Your Excellency, I suggest that you go to the city lord first. Since the chaos at the pier is not temporary, it is estimated that there will be no major problems now. In contrast, the city lord's side may have more variables."

"This..." Flann looked at the terrified messenger with a tense face, and gradually made up his mind, "Well, please go and have a look first. After I finish dealing with the situation on the side of the city lord, I will Meet you at the pier."

Lucius nodded shyly.

Seeing this, Frann didn't say any more, took the messenger with him and hurried to the direction of the Santo's Mansion.

Maybe it was a coincidence, Lucius looked at the sky, but only felt a dark shadow looming above the distant city walls.

Annis saw Lucius frowned and stopped on the spot, and couldn't help but leaned forward worriedly and asked, "Is this troublesome? Those refugees..."

Lucius shook his head: "That's not what I'm worried about."

Because Saen Gabao is close to Amon Han, no tall city walls were built around the entire city.Lucius and Annis went in a different direction from Frann, and soon returned to the dock area.

There was a period of time between when Old York went to the fort to seek help and Lucius and Frann set off from the fort. Perhaps he was worried about his son's condition, so Lucius did not see this attentive old neighbor when he walked out of the fort.And when Lucius returned to the old neighbor's courtyard, he found that the situation seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.

The trails in the dock area were noisy, and many middle-aged people were chasing and beating the refugees who looked like beggars with farm tools.But the wharf where people come and go in the past is extremely bleak.The street seemed to be the same as it was before, but it was inexplicably tainted with an aura of ruin.And it was this breath that made Lucius and Annis' expressions change drastically at the same time.

Seeing Lucius and Annis riding two horses, many people who were still looking at their doors and windows closed their doors one after another, with a look of secretiveness.It wasn't until they stopped at the door of Old York's house that they heard a neighbor in the distance say in a strange tone: "You better not go in, the people in that house are finished."

"He's dead?" Lucius asked indifferently, raising his eyebrows.

This kind of reaction made the person who spoke very surprised, but he was stunned for a while, and became even more eccentric: "Death is clean."

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