Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 660 662. The allergic sorceress

Just like other portals that Lan En had used, the distortion of space after entering made the brain swell, sore, and nauseated.

The somatosensory time was only about a few seconds, and Lan En suddenly felt his body being captured by gravity again in shock.

It's just that it's different from the previous feeling of gravity coming from his feet. Now his body seems to be facing down.

Without thinking much at all, Lan En grabbed Triss next to him and twisted around her waist.

His strong core muscles allowed him to complete body flips in mid-air.

Triss was held in his arms while he was on his back.

The sorceress was no longer on fire, but she had been burned by her own magic power from the inside out for half a minute, which made Lan En feel that if she was hit hard again, Triss would probably be dead.

The master-level Bear School armor's cooked dragon leather and Valyrian steel plates hit the ground, but there was no hard falling touch.

After the "boom" sound, Lan En didn't even feel anything.

"Wood floor?"

After absorbing all the impact of the fall, Lan En took stock of his surroundings.

It is a half-wooden, half-stone structure. The main body of the barrel-shaped building built with large stones is filled with wooden spiral handrails, spiral stairs, and platforms.

There are also several bags of unground wheat stacked on the platform, as well as some scattered straw and hay.

There were no screams of death, the smell of blood, or the smell of burning. A huge black shadow flashed regularly through the gaps in the stone exterior wall.

With a squeaking sound.

That's a windmill.

This should be the tower of a windmill.

Suddenly, from the battlefield where the shouts of killing continued and people were killing each other with red eyes, they came to this quiet windmill.

Outside the mill, you can even hear the leisurely and calm calls of chickens, ducks, cats, dogs, cattle and sheep, and vaguely smell the strong body odor of these livestock and the smell of earth and grain.

The most tragic scene in the world and this quiet pastoral scenery are only one step through a portal.

This sharp and sudden contrast made Lan En stunned for two seconds.

The war is over.

He suddenly felt this clearly.

Then, his shoulders slowly relaxed and he took a long breath, as if he wanted to relax the tension he had felt during this period.

"Woo"

Triss in his arms let out a low cry of pain, causing Lan En to regain consciousness immediately.

"In the injury assessment, it was judged to be severe burns, with the burn range being around 45%. Treatment is urgently needed!"

Mentos immediately scanned Triss's current situation and gave an injury assessment report.

Burns are probably one of the most painful types of injuries.

The out-of-control magic flame tortured Triss's body severely.

The burn itself is nothing. The fatal point of a burn is mainly the complications and infection caused by the disappearance of a large area of ​​skin.

Without skin, it is like the immune system does not wear armor on the battlefield fighting germs.

Lan En has just come off the battlefield, so he can say responsibly: going to the battlefield without armor is no different from putting your hands directly into a meat grinder.

The crystal cultivation project team promoted by Lan En has long completed the cultivation technology for skin.

Even if Tris is given a full-body skin graft, it won't matter.

Now, he just needs to ensure that Triss doesn't get a serious infection before going to Aretuosa for treatment.

And this kind of effect can be achieved by many magicians and elixirs.

"Now I have to make sure you don't get killed by germs. This is your safe house, right Triss? Where is your elixir box?"

The windmill fan blades outside the window cast sunlight in regularly, flickering. Under the Tyndall effect, many dust particles can be seen flying in the sunlight beam.

Normally, this should be a beautiful and peaceful scene, but next to a burn patient, these dust particles are a source of pollution that makes people's scalp numb!

At this moment, Triss was in a state of confusion, screaming in a low voice as she was tortured by the pain of losing her skin.

Lan En simply turned on the demon hunter's senses and [Spirit Vision], and looked around himself.

In Superman's dual vision of physics and energy, he soon found Triss's secret compartment on the wall and found a small box containing a magic elixir.

He opened the lid and cursed. All the medicine bottles were exactly the same, and he didn't recognize the mysterious symbols on the seals.

Each warlock has his own code of symbols.

"Triss, which bottle?"

"None of the bottles are of use," she moaned, speaking with great effort. "I can't I can't drink."

"what why?"

"I'm allergic!"

"You? The sorceress is allergic to potions?"

"I'm allergic!" she sobbed in annoyance and despair. "Always have been! I can't drink the elixir! I can use them to cure others, but I can only rely on the amulet."

"Where's your amulet?"

As soon as he said this, Lan En himself reacted.

In the battle at Umbrella Mountain, no warlock can hold back. In order to survive, all available assets must be used.

And now for Triss, the out-of-control magic flame has burned her body and all her belongings.

After pondering for a moment, Lan En walked to Triss's side.

"Where is this safe house located? Is there an herbalist nearby?"

"This is the outskirts of Maribo. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to give you some antibacterial gel to cover your burned skin, otherwise you'll die of infection before you even get to Aretuosa."

After saying that, Lan En gently held Triss' hand that was clinging to his, and the sorceress's painful expression eased.

She is in pain and insecure now, and it would be best if she had someone by her side to take care of her. But there is no way. With the sanitary conditions here, Tris will definitely die if she looks at her.

In Triss's panicked eyes, Lan let go of her hand and turned to go downstairs.

"Mentos, create mission."

"Speak, sir."

The data flow started to refresh on the retina, and Lan En started setting up tasks with ease.

"The two of us have to make the antibacterial gel formula on the spot. I will come up with the idea and you will do the drug effect simulation."

"The task has been established and the computing power is allocated and is expected to be completed within two hours."

Using the knowledge of alchemy to temporarily create formulas may even sound like a fantasy, but both Lan En and Mentos have a high level of acceptance of such things.

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Not to mention the demon hunters and sorceresses who have left the battlefield. The dust has settled and is already in the final stage of the Umbrella Mountain battlefield.

At the location where Triss and Lan disappeared, the two king commanders of the Northern Alliance Army and the surviving warlocks gathered here.

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