Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 42 Forty-two · Purification of Radiance

   "Sir Laren!" In the Oak Village army camp, the soldiers who had just experienced the **** battle saw the Kingdom Knights appear, and said hello.

   "You did a good job, and I will record every single one of your exploits." Lailun noticed that many soldiers were getting lucky, and encouraged, "Have a good rest."

Facts have proved that it is very important for the knights of the kingdom to purchase a large number of armors. The spear and shield soldiers of Oak Village wear two layers of chain armor, which has a good resistance to slashing. The soul of the beastman's axe.

The inspiration of the    Kingdom Knight was very effective. His figure wielding the Hammer of Helam on the battlefield left a deep impression on the minds of all soldiers.

  In the shallow thinking of the soldiers of Oak Village, when Laren was fighting, wasn't the milky white holy flame flaming at the end of the warhammer in his hand the power of the legendary twin-tailed comet?

   In the wounded tent next to Lallen, there was a grunt of pain, he lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

   In the space of more than ten square meters, several sickbeds were spread, and the brazier in the middle aisle was emitting light and heat, crackling.

   The muffled voice was Gavin Clinton. The young sergeant looked very bad. His face was pale and his face was slightly contorted from pain.

   The pharmacist clenched the red-branded dagger and slowly cut the black flesh along the wound on Gavin's left shoulder. Black air rose from the surface of the dagger, and the sizzling sound of roasting could be clearly heard in the tent.

"what happened?!"

  Laylen strode to the sergeant's side. The wound on Gavin Clinton's left arm festered and pus in a very short period of time.

   "Lord Lord!" All the soldiers in the wounded tent hurriedly got up and said hello to the Kingdom Knights.

   "Lyren Lord" Gavin struggled to stand up, but the Kingdom Knight stopped him.

   "During the battle just now, was it cut?" Lailen frowned and asked about the young sergeant's condition.

   After hesitating for a while, the latter nodded.

   "How is his injury? Why did it worsen in a short period of time?" Lallen turned his head and asked the pharmacist beside him.

   "Sir, his left arm was slashed by the beastman machete and stained with their poisonous blood." The pharmacist hurriedly explained with cold sweat oozing from his forehead. "I just cut the dead flesh with a red-hot dagger just to control the poison."

   "Does it work?" Lallen asked.

  The knight of the kingdom carefully raised the young sergeant's arm, the speed of the wound festering at both ends was visible to the naked eye, and the flesh at both ends was a strange black color, exuding a strong and irritating stench.

   "Sir, you better get out of here."

  Gavin Clinton comforted weakly: "I was bitten by wild dogs a lot when I was a child, and this little injury can still hold."

   As he spoke, he wanted to retract his arms. In the young sergeant's mind, Lord Knight shouldn't be dirty with these things.

   The black line on Lailun's forehead deepened a bit, and he said in a dissatisfied tone: "You are my sergeant! I was injured in the battle, I must take a look!"

   "Stretch!"

"Yes"

   After a while, the kingdom knight raised his head, looked at the pharmacist and said, "How can we get rid of these toxins attached to the wound?"

"Ordinary herbs and ointments can only suppress the speed of diffusion. To completely eliminate the toxins, the help of Priest Serena is needed. Only the Baron of Yon has Dr. Serena with the army." The knight takes his anger out on himself.

"I see."

   Priest Serina uses Lady Mercy's divine power to heal wounds and disperse chaos. Their healing effect is the best, which Laylen experienced firsthand in Bray Town.

But now that the entire camp has just been attacked by the Beastmen, the loss of the Baron Jorn's army is only a lot more than that of Draven. Now it is almost impossible to borrow one or two priests of Serena to heal Gavin. matter.

When    was at a loss, Lallen thought of the dazzling light technique. The wind of light has restrained the power of chaos. It is the mortal enemy of all uncleanness. It has the ability to purify and corrode, and may be able to remove the poison of young sergeants.

   After thinking about it for a while, he secretly said, "I can only try it!"

   "Take some clean gauze and bind it around the wound!" ordered the Kingdom Knight.

   Although the pharmacist was puzzled, he still sent gauze with his hands and feet.

   "Gavin, it may be very painful, can you hold on?" Lallen reminded in a low tone, extending his right palm to fit the wound on the young sergeant's left arm.

"can!"

   The sergeant gritted his teeth, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and nodded heavily.

   "Then let's start!"

The    Flare Art was activated, and the wounded tent was illuminated in an instant. The light shone in the dark night, and the soldiers in the tent closed their eyes subconsciously.

The right palm of the Kingdom Knight was wrapped in a dazzling milky white halo. The young sergeant felt a warm current coming from his left arm. Almost the next second, the festering wound was burned by the halo, and thin black smoke came out. .

   "Hmm!" Gavin clenched his teeth harder, his face was hideous, his hands folded into fists, and he tightly grasped the corner of the bed cushion.

   A strange smell of meat wafted out, and the palm of the kingdom knight was like a red iron plate, roasting the flesh and blood of the sergeant's arm.

  The milky white light passed through the tent, a strange phenomenon, causing exclamations in the camp.

   "Look what is that?!"

   "Is this the tent on fire? Why is it so bright!"

   "Go and see! Go and see!"

  The soldiers approached the Oak Village station one after another. Their foolish minds couldn't understand the light in the tent.

   Inside the wounded tent, the milky white halo dissipated out of thin air, and Lailun slowly released his palm.

The    excruciating pain caused the young sergeant to pass out on his sickbed, his face covered in sweat.

  The Knight of the Kingdom stood up and said to the pharmacist with a sigh of relief: "Now, cut off the scorched dead flesh around the wound, and then apply the herbs."

   The pharmacist who was standing by the side did not speak. He was still immersed in shock, his eyes fixed on the sickbed.

   "Do I need to say it a second time?"

   "Yes yes." The latter looked like he was just waking up from a dream, and nodded again and again in a demented manner, looking at the Kingdom Knight's eyes with more and more awe.

   There were waves in his mind, and his legs were a little weak.

  Ladies of Mercy is up! What did I just see? Is it a spell or a miracle? ? ?

  Layen noticed that the surrounding soldiers looked at him with expectation and admiration, leaving only one sentence: "Have a good rest."

   The curtain door of the wounded tent was opened, and the Kingdom Knight realized that the surrounding area was already full of people.

   Several ranger knights looked at him with the same eyes as ordinary soldiers.

  Kingdom knight sternly, glanced around the crowd, turned around and left here without speaking.

   The last wind of magic stored in his body was exhausted, and he also needed a good rest.

   When he was woken up by Albert, the late autumn sun, icy in the middle of the sky, was approaching noon.

On the tight leather armor of Ranger Albert, there were still a few smears of blood that had not been wiped clean. He was fully armed and seemed to be full of energy: "My lord, Sir Krill sent someone to ask if you are awake, he is going to hold a meeting. Action meeting of Draven's army."

   "Okay, I'll go right away." Laren quickly got out of bed and coughed lightly.

   When Albert helped him change into the Knight's Plate Armor, Laylen remembered something: "How is Gavin's injury? Are you awake now?"

   "He recovered well, my lord, his complexion has recovered a lot, but the movement of his left arm is a little inconvenient."

The    Ranger stood behind Lallen and put on a burqa for him. "It's a pity that I couldn't see the scene of your magic trick last night."

   He knew Lyron was the "chosen one" when he was in Bray Town.

   "There will be many opportunities like this in the future, and sooner or later you will see it."

   "Looking forward to that day, my lord."

When I came to the largest tent in the station, Krill Anluo was already there, and the knights of the Earl of Delavan were also sitting on the long table. In addition, there was the "Stag" knight Milton. Sean.

   "Laylen, come and sit here." Krill pointed to the position of his deputy and said to the knight of the kingdom.

  Lyren did not refuse, sat down unceremoniously, and asked at the same time: "Shouldn't we have a meeting in Baron Jon's tent? Why."

  Stag Knight Milton Sean, who was sitting across from the long table, snorted when he heard the word Baron Yorn.

  Lyren looked at this knight of the Sain family, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

   "The Baron Jorn army has pulled out this morning and has withdrawn to the town of Ann Oberg in the northeast." Krill said gloomily.

"what?"

  Lyren couldn't believe his ears: "Withdrawing troops at this time? Are they crazy?"

   "Everything that Lord Krill said is true, Lord Lallen." Milton Thane across the long table, because he was busy with the war, his jaw beard has not been taken care of for a while.

  Stag Knight sighed helplessly: "According to statistics, Baron Jorn's army lost 160 infantrymen, and 11 Ranger Knights were killed."

   "Ser Yogg Yone thinks it is unwise to attack the Norsca at this time, and they want to wait until the end of the spring till next year to make plans."

   "It's a good idea to make plans again! These useless **** will run away when they get a little setback."

The white wolf knight grinned coldly, with a very ugly smile: "Let's say the good news first, the Beastmen have disappeared, and the scouts I sent have not found any traces until now, but there are dense hoof prints, running towards the Dracowald Forest. , and it's very chaotic, it seems that the beastmen who attacked us last night were just a coincidence."

"The bad news is that it rained inexplicably last night, and the tracks of the Beastmen were completely swept away by the rain last night. The surroundings of Dracowald Forest are full of mud, but I have informed the garrison at the forest outpost that there will be a few days tomorrow. The outpost reinforcements are here."

   "Beg Post is among them."

   The last sentence, he looked at Lallen and said.

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  5,000 received, the growth rate is gratifying, Hammer is ready to save the manuscript and wait for May 1st.

   (end of this chapter)