Our family is in decline

"He deliberately wants to lure people out so that more barbarians can escape. On the contrary, as long as we don't care, he can't do anything to us. The more barbarians we kill, the more anxious he will be." Jean realized that he could not go on like this. .

Although he wanted to run away, he was very good at speaking and actually fooled Michelle.

Driving the carriage towards the village, out of the range of the archer.

The cruelty of the fighting in the village at this time escalated the bloodshed again.

The heavily armored knight rushed into the barbarians and did not dodge the barbarian attacks. Instead, he took the opportunity to kill. No one could withstand the swing of the war hammer.

It's not that there are no barbarian musketeers shooting, but the effect is minimal. Without a strong man of the same strength to check and balance, and there are no heavy weapons to break armor, this is destined to be a massacre.

But those barbarians were not ordinary people. When they were forced into a desperate situation, they burst out with ferocious fighting ability. The strength of the personal guards was not that strong, so there were also casualties.

Michelle didn't care about this. He only cared about those barbarian marauders being killed continuously, and the wailing was like beautiful music in his ears.

The barbarians all possess special skills, and even without an absolute numerical advantage, a group of them were allowed to escape.

Because while the heavy armored knights were killing, the archers outside were also hunting the cavalry, breaking the blockade of the guards.

When the battle ended, Michel, who had been very happy just now, seemed extremely manic because about twenty of his personal guards died due to the barbarian counterattack.

But what really made him like this was that the archer met the fleeing barbarians in front of him, and the cavalry who chased him were killed, so that the rest did not dare to go up.

"Damn it! Waste! It's all..."

Moody is synonymous with Michelle, a complete lunatic, but he has everything that others desire since birth, but he has to be a bully for this kind of guy.

Jean lowered his head to hide the complicated emotions. Now that the empire was in chaos, it was an opportunity. He wanted to climb to the top step by step.

"Sir, there is no need to be angry. Now that they have been killed, what are these few people left?" Jean raised his head again with a sinister smile, "Sir, we led us to fight back and killed those who tried to plunder military supplies. The barbarian plunderers successfully protected the military supplies. If we go back and hand over the heads of these barbarians, no one can blame me, sir."

Gene is really Michelle's good dog. He can divert Michelle's attention with just one sentence and lift him up with constant compliments.

But I have to say that these barbarians did become Michelle's merit, and the hair that exploded was smoothed down in a few seconds.

"Okay, you're right." Michelle also knew that her father had always been dissatisfied with her. If she could put this in front of him, I'm afraid he would have to look at her differently.

Jean was very pleased with him. He completely ignored the leader of the Guards and the Guardsmen who had just fought a bloody battle, and instead asked Jean.

"What do you think we should do now?"

"By taking down Hamlet, we can get more food back. It is possible to stabilize or even push back the front. Then, my lord, you are the one who will save the empire."

If Jean didn't think much about obtaining resources through killing from the beginning, he would have a bit of a businessman's mentality.

But now he has figured out that he needs to use Owendo, or even the entire area, as his own nourishment.

He wanted to use Michelle, a madman, to help him clear the obstacles. As for how many people were killed or injured, he didn't care at all.

Only then did he truly become a noble.

A true "knight".

"Okay, let's go quickly."

Michel urged in the carriage, completely ignoring the guards who had just survived the fierce battle.

"You didn't have a good rest last night. Your health is more important. Just leave these little things to us."

Gene acts as lubricant and calms Michelle down, then recounts the remaining survivors.

It has to be said that because the barbarians wanted to capture slaves, they did not kill anyone. In the chaos that followed, no one had time to target them, so the casualties were actually minimal.

They were all integrated by Jean, and the city defense forces completely disappeared. They all became coachmen and coolies. No matter whether they agreed or not, no one cared about their opinions.

The carts were hitched to the horses again, and the barbarian equipment was stripped off and loaded onto the carts. These were very valuable in times of war.

But what's even more terrifying is that the severed head was packed directly into a whole car, and blood was still seeping out from the gaps in the wooden boards of the car.

Although the weather has begun to get cooler, if these heads are not treated, they will probably rot in a short time.

Where is the salt and lime here? Even if she wanted to get it, Michelle couldn't wait any longer and could only rush to Hamlet as soon as possible.

Just when Jean had a headache, the transcendent who had disappeared for a long time appeared, still wearing a hooded cloak covering his figure.

Gene noticed that this weirdo was doing something unknown to the corpses of those barbarians just now, but he did not dare to ask. After all, if a crazy person like Michelle did not dare to provoke someone, he had better not seek death.

He then saw what the man was doing on the carriage full of heads, but quickly left.

When the man left, Jean couldn't help but couldn't help being curious about the unspeakable power. He opened it pretending to check, only to find that all the heads seemed to have been drained.

Noticing this, he pretended not to care, and then checked the headless corpses of the barbarians. It was obvious that they had just died, but they had turned into mummies.

But it won't rot.

With the strange and powerful power, Gene's original desire for power can't help but extend.

If you can master this power...

The barbarian marauders on the other side escaped and gathered again, but compared to the previous team of hundreds, there were only about twenty people left. They were still running fast, and those who were slower were killed.

At this time, they completely lost the arrogance and arrogance they had just now, and only had unwillingness and anger.

"Damn Imperial Wizard!"

"Why don't you dare to fight us head-on?"

"Imperial people are so cunning!"

Some of them cursed and vented their anger, and of course there were also some who were frustrated and confused.

"What do we do now?"

"Now you know what to do? Then why didn't you listen to me when I warned you three times before?" The archer was not a good old man with a soft temper. He immediately exploded, "As long as a few of you people listen to me, you won't be like this. Now he is treated like a pig and killed by the imperial people!"

As soon as these words came out, a heavy atmosphere began to spread, and the barbarians who escaped also fell into silence.

If we had followed the archer's instructions and found a few people to keep an eye on them, we wouldn't have been caught off guard by the returning Imperials, but everyone was focused on plundering.

The second time the archer called on everyone to give up those things and flee into the wilderness, no one believed him. Instead, they questioned that he was doing it for supplies.

In the end, people were left behind because of these things that could not be taken away, and only these escaped.

Even these might not have been able to escape if it weren't for the archers sniping and killing the cavalry to respond to them.

The archers had never experienced the defeat of the barbarian coalition by Bastia many years ago, so they could not figure it out.

But now he somewhat understands that everything is in disarray...

No matter how much the barbarians liked to brag, they didn't yell and fight back when they were scolded at this time.

They seemed to understand that they had no strength to fight against them, which meant that those supplies had nothing to do with them.

The silence of these people was exchanged for the archer's calmness, "Unless we can kill these people, we will be a shame to the mountains."

Now no one will question him. It is basically impossible to plunder supplies. Now there is only one thing they can do, and that is revenge!

…………

Hamlet, leper camp.

In the independent tent where Baldwin was treated, three experts, Lance, Paracelsus and Grendel, held consultations.

Only this time the patient was not Baldwin, but a frail leper who volunteered to be the first experimental target to test the therapeutic effect of the drug.

"I repeat, this treatment option has risks, are you aware of it?"

Wearing a mask, his hands were made of sewn leather gloves, and he was wearing a simple coat, but unfortunately it was not white.

Although Lance is immune to most diseases, he still does his best.

"I'm ready..." The patient lying on the bed spoke weakly and hoarsely, but without any fear.

In the long suffering of illness, death has become less terrible.

"let's start."

Lance looked back at the two men and nodded. Greendale lit the incense, collected the gas through a glass cover, and then put a leather mask similar to a gas mask on the patient to inhale.

Lance had struggled with the problem of not having anesthesia during surgery before, and he and Greendale had private discussions many times to solve this problem.

In the end, it returned to the incense captured from the cultists. Then Greendale used herbal medicine to crack the formula and adjust it, and finally came up with this improved version that was not so harmful to the human body.

At the same time, the dosage has been determined through a large number of human experiments, but this has not been completed yet, so we will make do with it now.

It just feels the same.

You must know that the things in the cult are basically made by the ancestors. Lance didn't know how many things he had collected from his ancestors. He could only say, "I am the heir, and everything will be mine sooner or later. What's wrong with taking some?".

The patient quickly fell into coma after inhalation.

Paracelsus couldn't wait and pricked the needle directly.

The needle was as thick as a veterinary needle due to processing accuracy issues, and it left an obvious wound after being pierced.

Even if this kind of needle is used, boil it in hot water to sterilize it and then use it again, because there are not many of these needles in the town, and the cost is not disposable.

Hamlet currently does not have the ability to produce these medical devices, so the needles made of a combination of glass and silver were bought from Totnes.

When the diluted secretion is injected into the patient's body, it stands to reason that the second injection of decomposition solution should also follow.

However, in order to observe the reaction, Lance did not follow directly and used the power of [Flesh and Flesh Reconstruction] to feel the changes in his body.

The diseased areas in the patient's body, mainly the skin, mucous membranes and nerves, are damaged by the virus, and then continue to cause more serious lesions, because the body's immune system is no longer capable of resisting more viral invasion.

It can be said that the patient's body is basically in a state of disrepair after enduring so many years of torture, and his immune system has been broken down long before the disease started.

But after injecting the drug, his body began to undergo strange changes, which seemed to bring some kind of stimulation.

Lance knew that he had guessed correctly. The drug was indeed related to the immune system.

Through the sensation of several immune organs, the patient's lingering immune system suddenly became active and even went out of control. The immune ability far beyond that of ordinary people began to show, and it even melted away the diseased flesh and blood.

If the medicine had not been diluted, the patient would have quickly turned into blood.

At this moment, Lance finally understood that no virus, fungus, or bacteria could withstand the full attack of the immune system. What really limited its effect was the fragile human body.

But why does the self-healing ability not show up?

"No, the patient has not shown that kind of self-healing ability. Our guess is wrong." Lance turned to Paracelsus and urged, "Prepare No. 2 medicine!"

The doctor didn't have anything to say, grabbed another injection and inserted it. The skin was so ulcerated and diseased that there was no step to find blood vessels, so he just did it.

When the second dose of medicine was injected, Lance paid attention to his body, and it actually changed. The self-healing ability appeared and new cells began to grow.

This situation is completely beyond the normal level of the human body. The new flesh and blood fills the ablated flesh and blood, but there is no disease.

But such a fierce fight against rising body temperature is even beyond the endurance of the human brain.

And Lance started to physically cool it down with water, trying to suppress the soaring body temperature.

"I was wrong. It should be some kind of substance produced by the combination of secretions and flesh and blood that is the key to promoting self-healing."

"Then why didn't the first injection of medicine react? It stands to reason..."

The three of them kept discussing this, but soon they were limited by their observation methods again, and at the same time, they were trapped in the contamination of the raw materials.

The patient's condition on the other side also began to stabilize, and the effect of the drug had begun to fade. Lance used [Blessing] to refresh and speed up the process.

Feeling the changes in the patient's body before and after, the mask couldn't hide Lance's smile.

Although there is no such technology that can clarify the working principle, the effect is obvious. Many lesions have been removed, and the newly grown flesh and blood have normal vitality.

But now it is just a course of treatment, and the conservative medication is still the same as that of experimental mice. You must know that the body size of the organism is related to the amount of medication, and it has actually improved significantly.

"Whatever the reason, the only thing we can be sure of now is that it is effective in the treatment of leprosy, and I am afraid it will have similar effects in the treatment of other infectious diseases."

Lang paused for a moment, looked at the two men and said with serious faces: "This will be an important step in modern medicine, and we are all witnesses."

Ancestor technology is shocking!