Black Dragon Code

"Well……"

Little Luna shook her head and said, "Most low-level curses will not overflow with spell fluctuations. This is the basic common sense of Elradia. You don't even know this, do you?"

"There is no confirmation from other medical professions, and there is no overflow of magic fluctuations, so how can we be sure that this must be a curse?"

Caesar murmured in his heart, and then looked at Olkash's state for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong: "Damn, it can't be just heatstroke?"

You must know that no one will study the concept of "disease" when most of the low-level negative states can be removed with a single "dispel".

If you have any questions, you can just find a priest. The more powerful the magic spell, the better the effect. There is even a taboo magic spell called "Resurrection of the Dead". In front of the omnipotent priest, how can other medical professions survive?

Heatstroke was not a serious problem in the world before Caesar, because the level of education there was quite popular, and everyone had the necessary common sense of life, and they could recognize the danger as early as the early stage of the onset and deal with it immediately.

But this is Elradia, this is a primitive and barren orc race, how do they know these things?

Even on the earth, when the problem of heat stroke is quite serious, the case fatality rate can be as high as 80%, not to mention that the temperature in the northern dry season is much higher than that on the earth. Exposure to the sun in a sheltered open space, no matter how strong the orc body is, it may not be able to survive.

Although Caesar couldn't be 100% sure whether Orcash's problem was heat stroke, even if it was really the "curse of the Balrog" they called, these orcs were still helpless and could only watch Alcash in pain die.

Caesar decided to give it a try.

He was ready to build the Stone Crow Clan into his starting base, using this group of orcs as his original strength. Of course, he couldn't let a strong orc warrior die right in front of his eyes.

Of course, he also has some dark side plans. If he can successfully rescue this orc, Caesar will even open the breakthrough with the Stone Crow clan, and the relationship with the orc is no longer a pure interest relationship.

If it succeeds, the single-minded orc will never forget Caesar's favor, and even if it fails, he will lose nothing.

Time waited for no one. After making a decision, he quickly walked towards the crowd of beasts, swung his tail away from the beasts blocking the front, and squeezed in with his huge body.

Ignoring the gazes of others, Caesar grabbed Alcash who was lying on the ground.

The right paw immediately returned a sticky feeling. The orc was covered with sweat, and his body temperature was not low. This was very consistent with the symptoms of severe heat stroke, which gave Caesar a little more information about his judgment.

"Olkash, damn it, what are you doing!"

"Let him go!"

According to the ancient tradition of the orcs, if a warrior recognized by the clan dies or is about to die, the orcs must hold a farewell ceremony for him, sing ancient songs, and witness his death.

However, Caesar interrupted this ancient ceremony.

This aroused great dissatisfaction among the orcs of the Stone Crow Clan. For a while, the crowd was furious. Even the usually calm old wizard Sif raised his eyebrows and held his bone staff tightly.

Time was short, and Caesar couldn't cover everything, but he knew it was necessary to explain to the Stone Crow clan that in the history of Elradia, many wars were caused by a ridiculous misunderstanding.

"I might be able to save him..."

Caesar whispered something to Sif, and before the crowd could react, he spread his black wings, and his not-so-thick corneas almost knocked some orcs down, and brought Orcash back to his lair.

"Olkash!" Gall roared, looking at the figure caught by Caesar towards the sky, he raised his foot to chase after him.

"Let him try."

Sifu stopped the reckless warrior: "We can't do anything, but maybe the mysterious real dragon has other ways.

"

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Black Dragon Lair.

The temperature in the cave is much lower than the outside, because there is a huge frozen rock standing in the corner, Caesar really enjoys it, he used the frost breath to create a "cooling stone", which can also be used in the lair Enjoy endless pleasant air-conditioning.

"Al Torenzo."

Luna rarely called out Caesar's real name that she saw when signing the oath: "You can't know magic arts, right? Otherwise, what are you bringing this guy here for? He's about to die."

"It's still early."

Caesar put Orcash down. Although the physique of the orcs cannot be compared with that of dragons, they are still quite strong. If it weren't for those idiots outside who left Orcash in the hot sun, even if he couldn't survive, he could last for a long time a period of time.

If it is heat stroke, first cool down.

But you can't breathe directly with frost. Now the orc's physique is quite fragile. Caesar is afraid that when a layer of frost falls, the sudden change of temperature will directly kill the orc.

Caesar thought for a while, cut off a large piece of ice from the rock used for cooling, and then lightly breathed out flames—although his current control over breath is not perfect, it is not far behind, and he can do it Such pretty fine-grained control.

The shattered ice gradually melted under the heat of the flames, turning into a liquid that dripped in the paws, and then Caesar poured it on Olqash.

really--

Seeing the orc's painful expression relax, he became more and more sure that this was not some kind of "Balrog curse", but just ordinary heat stroke.

"Go and scoop up some of the stuff we drank and feed him." Caesar ordered little Luna, and then opened Orcash's mouth with his tail.

Sometimes the claws are too sharp, which is also an annoyance. It is easy to tear the fragile objects they touch, such as the skin around the face of the orc, so he can only use his tail to break the mouth of the unconscious orc.

"oh oh."

Although she didn't understand what Caesar's operation meant, Luna still obediently held up a larger bowl and scooped a bowl of her favorite drink from the stone pot.

Caesar remembered that the medicine used to treat heatstroke in his previous life had the flavor of mint. Although there is a big difference between the mint in Elradia and the earth, the taste is still the same, and it may have the same effect.

I wish.

Caesar helped Orcash up a bit, while Luna flapped her wings and came over the head of the orc, then hung in mid-air and poured the whole bowl of grass liquid into the orc's mouth.

"Cough, cough..." Although he choked a lot, Caesar saw that most of the drink still went into the orc's throat.

"Let's pray to the gods next." Caesar smiled, let go of Orcash, lay down with his neck flat on the ground, and quietly observed the changes of the orcs.

He didn't have the habit of believing in gods, he was just making a casual joke, but Luna really closed her eyes, crossed her fingers in front of her chest, and muttered something in her mouth, she didn't know what to pray for.