Lord Highlander

In the garrison camp, it was already snowing outside, but inside the tent was warm. The magic scroll of Gathering Fire was placed in the brazier, and there was a sizzling kettle hanging on it.

snowy night,

The two wounded soldiers lying in the tent couldn't sleep no matter what. Although they had the blessing of the "Divine Blessing Body" on their bodies, which allowed them to speed up their recovery and relieve the pain on their bodies, the worry about their future life was Make it difficult for them to sleep.

When on the battlefield, everyone held their shields in front of them.

As soldiers of the lord army with a certain degree of combat quality, it is impossible for them to have any timidity when danger comes. It can only be said that their luck is not good. , rushed to the battlefield and sprayed a large amount of sour liquid, and recovered a large area of ​​the battlefield that had just been lost.

And the two wounded soldiers lying in the tent can be said to be two unlucky bastards, who were drenched from head to toe by the sour liquid.

Although there are helmets and heavy armor to protect the body, there are always places where the protection is not complete. One is that the sour liquid flows down the neckline to the back, and the other is that the legs are stained with the sour liquid. There is no way to do emergency treatment... Only by holding a shield can you live.

When they were rescued from the battlefield, their bodies suffered severe corrosive burns. Not only did a large area of ​​skin turn into thick blood, but they also damaged their tendons. They were sent to the tents of the rescue camp, just like those who The seriously wounded lived together, and almost all of these people were treated by Lord Suldak himself.

I heard that the soldiers who can live in this kind of rescue camp have to pay a ghost pattern soldier ant every three days as a medical fee.

Many commanders of the lord army almost grit their teeth and pay such high medical fees. In fact, they are not so eager to hope that the wounded soldiers can recover as soon as possible. This is just the most common method used by officers to win people's hearts. Only if you show this attitude, the other fighters will work hard for the lords without hesitation...

It's just that once this kind of injury is so serious that it will become disabled once it is cured, then things will not be so beautiful.

These seriously wounded people are an extremely heavy burden to the lords. Sometimes the lords hope that you can pay a pension to settle this kind of thing at once.

However, this situation will not happen in Suldak's lord army.

‘As long as you are not dead, you must carry it back to me. '

This is what the lord of Suldak personally asked all the soldiers of the alliance lord army, and if he abandoned his comrades on the battlefield for no reason, he would be held accountable by the military law department after the battle.

The two Severely Wounded in the tent were once excellent shield fighters in Lord Collins' army, but now they can only lie here.

A swirling snowflake flew in along the curtain of the tent, and there was only heavy breathing in the tent, and occasionally one or two uncontrollable groans.

"Have you heard! The man next to him was healed by Lord Suldak last night. Yesterday, he saw that the skin on his chest was almost corroded, and his ribs were exposed, but he has recovered today." Most of the time, what's even more amazing is that he can get out of bed and walk around freely, and even do some recovery exercises." The voice was very soft, with a slightly hoarse voice, and the tone was full of envy and helplessness.

"I know!" The companion next to him was obviously not asleep either.

"Do you think Lord Suldak will save us like that?" The hoarse voice sounded again, full of hope for this matter.

The companion next to him snorted softly, and said: "What do you think, we are so injured, I am afraid there is no possibility of healing. I heard that Lord Suldak needs to pay a huge price to heal such injuries. You think we What qualifications... can make him feel that it is worth paying a huge price for treatment?"

"Could it be the high-level healing prayers of the High Priest of the Statue of Liberty Temple?" The hoarse voice was a follower of the Statue of Liberty.

"Even the Prayer of Healing can't regenerate the skin!" The companion ruthlessly pierced his fantasy.

The hoarse voice asked again: "You said we are like this, can we go to the battlefield again in the future?"

"It's a blessing to be able to survive, don't you expect anything else?" The companion smiled lightly, followed by the sound of drinking water.

"I mean, if, if your leg is gone, living will only drag down your family, will you continue to live?" asked the companion in a hoarse voice.

His words seemed a bit heart-wrenching, and his companion didn't answer or speak.

Although the two of them didn't close their eyes all night, they just lay there quietly without even crying out for pain.

Until dawn, a woman wearing a black magic cannon came to check on the condition of the wounded in the tent. Her face was hidden under the hood. When she walked in, even the last beam of light in the tent disappeared.

"If you are willing to embrace the darkness, I will find a way to heal you..." the woman said.

The two wounded felt like they were in a dream, everything seemed so unreal.

"Can you cure us?" So they also boldly asked.

"Yes!" The answer was very decisive.

"Are there any conditions?" The hoarse voice asked impatiently.

"Abandon freedom and believe in the dark night." The woman said something that both of them could not understand. Many times, only a magic stick would speak in such a tone. But then the woman gave a more cohesive explanation: "The price I paid may be high, and it may be more expensive than a set of magic pattern construction, so you need to do things for me until these values ​​​​are created before you can regain it." Freedom, I promise that those things will not let you trample on social morality, nor will you violate the bottom line of your heart, are you willing?"

The two wounded were obviously moved.

The hoarse voice said quickly: "If we can heal our injuries and won't order us to do things against our wishes, if it's just to join the lord's army to fight, I'm willing. Isn't it all about fighting?"

"I am willing too..." Another voice also said.

After getting a satisfactory answer, the woman turned around and left. When she raised the curtain of the tent, she said to them: "I hope you will not be so reckless in the next battle."

The tent immediately fell into silence... The woman left quietly, and what happened just now seemed to happen in a dream.

During the day, Lord Suldak came to check their injuries, and he really said to them:

"I will arrange a new treatment plan for you tonight!"

The two wounded people lying on the bed looked at each other, and the hope of living was once again revealed in their eyes...

Suldak waved to the assistant behind him, signaling him to write down the names of the two wounded soldiers, and to communicate with the officers of the Lord's Army where they were in later.