Son of the Olden Days

Thor half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out a palm nervously, and slowly covered the demon soul.

As the distance continued to approach, there was no burning sensation, no blazing temperature or any strange sensation.

In the end, Thor folded his fingers and made a grasping motion, but unfortunately the feeling in his hand was empty, as if he had grasped a handful of air.

Then he saw that flame-like demon soul seemed to pierce through his palm, popping out of the back of his clenched hand. The strange thing is that there is no sense of penetration, no blood, and no pain at all.

When he let go, Saul thought it was amazing.

This demon soul seems to have no entity, except that the vision can capture it, you can't even prove that it exists in this world.

How to absorb it? You don't want to get down and put your mouth up, Saul frowned and fell into thought.

Finally, when he extended his palm to hover over the devil soul again, the stable flame finally showed signs of change.

It seemed to be licking Thor's palm with the tongue of flame at the top, and it seemed to be pulled by some inexplicable, and the swaying amplitude became larger and larger.

This was supposed to be a fierce scene, but it was strangely silent.

Until the demon soul gradually shrank in the process of shaking and tearing, the light gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared quietly. The ground returned to darkness again, as if nothing had appeared.

Sol stood up, clenched his fists and tried to move his arms a few times.

There was no feeling of power filling the body, and the fatigue after the war didn't seem to diminish in the slightest.

He didn't feel disappointed. Fortunately, his first contact with Demon Soul was already a good start. As for the future, perhaps it is time to shift the focus of attention to the word ‘accumulation’.

All in all, there are not many gains tonight.

Lorton's hole cards were wasted, and he also faced unexpected enemies. After suffering, I also got a valuable reference for actual combat. Finally, fortunately, he absorbed the Demon Soul and opened a new door.

The noise and shouts above the small town have become quiet for some unknown time, and the battle tonight seems to have truly ended.

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Returning to the bottom of the well, Luoton, who was injured and fainted, still did not wake up.

Waller stood aside dejectedly, dry tears faintly visible on his dusty face.

Saul was a little strange secretly, it seemed that Valler's feelings for Lotton had surpassed the loyalty of an ordinary attendant. But if others don't want to mention it, he won't ask.

He stepped forward and opened up Luoton's wound and looked at it. There was a layer of ground and crushed windweed on the wound. This should be Shuggs' handwriting.

Fengming grass is the main component of the therapeutic agent, and it has a very good hemostatic effect on trauma after being taken out and grinded separately.

He often mixes with Thor, who is dealing with herbs, and Shuggs has learned more or less.

It’s just that the bandaging technique is really clumsy. A dirty rag covers the wound so casually. A knotted and elongated cloth is wrapped around Luoton’s waist twice, fixing the rag on the wound. .

Thor stretched out a finger, peeled away a part of the broken blade of grass on the surface of the wound and observed it carefully.

At this moment, with the bright candlelight, this wound looked terrifying.

Except for the internal flesh and blood which is normal bright red, the flesh and blood on the outer edge of the wound has already been hard and cracked, and the dark purple necrotic flesh has a faint tendency to change to black.

The strangest thing is that this wound looked like it was still alive.

In the short time of being exposed to the air, a faint white smoke rose from the wound, but there was no burning smell. From time to time, some tiny bubbles appeared around the wound, which seemed to be slowly corroding and penetrating into the fresh flesh and blood.

"This..., it wasn't like this just now!" Facing this weird scene, Waller waved his hands in a panic, but didn't know how to express his surprise at the moment.

Saul did not answer, his heart was a little heavy.

It was roughly certain that Lorton was indeed poisoned, and ordinary antidote obviously had no effect on this, and it was not known whether the toxin had only gathered near the wound or had already penetrated deeper into the flesh.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Thor set up a fire and found a few more cloths of the right size, let Waller boil it in a clay pot, while he held a dagger and burned it back and forth over the candlelight.

Saul doesn't have much experience with trauma treatment, but he once saw a similar treatment method in a "Plague Doctor Biography". It is said that keeping the wound clean can effectively prevent wound infection and necrosis.

Using the burned dagger, he carefully cut away the mutated flesh and blood around the wound, and Luoton, who was in a coma, frowned and seemed to feel pain.

Saul did not stop his movements, his focused expression was very serious.

Valle stood on the side with staring eyes, his eyes a little horrified.

After cleaning up, get another piece of wind weed and put it on the wound, and finally cover the wound with a clean, dried cloth and dress it again. Sol stood up, he had done what he could do, and there was only waiting.

"Every half an hourglass, you can open the wound to see if the injury has worsened." Sol told Waller beside him.

Waller didn't say anything, just kept nodding his head solemnly.

Feeling faintly as if something was missing, Thor turned his gaze and scanned the bottom of the well and saw that Shuggs was lying quietly on the side, like a dying reptile.

"What's the matter with you?" Sol stepped forward and asked suspiciously.

Shuggs didn't answer, turning his face inward to the wall, leaving only the back of Soer's head.

Seeing his half-dead look, Saul suddenly remembered that he had spent a lot of effort to get the withered tree stump to the bottom of the well to serve as a table, and then think about Luoton's bear-like physique...

Saul laughed, apparently Shuggs was exhausted.

"I'll go to town to find out what's going on."

Kicked Shuggs in the butt, and the other party snorted weakly.

Passing through the aisle in the backyard, Thor returned to the bright and sacred auditorium.

I thought that the people in the auditorium might have run out, but when Sol stepped into the auditorium, they found that they were all there.

The two boys from the Lorton camp who had followed Saul into the aisle before were surrounded by orphans and talked, and the scene seemed very enthusiastic.

Seeing Sol, the two beckoned away from the crowd, their faces filled with excitement after challenging the unknown.

Saul smiled and nodded at them, turned and walked out of the main entrance of the monastery.

Since they guarded the aisle and showed their courage to protect others, they deserved the praise and glory at this moment.

It's about midnight now, although the town has restored its former tranquility, there are no pedestrians on the street for the time being.

Walking to the middle of the main street, Sol began to approach the western parapet, which was the front line tonight.

The people who participated in the war had not dispersed yet, and they were standing in groups and talking in the light.

Although they had repelled the enemy, they didn't seem to have much joy of victory on their faces, they were only deeply tired.

This is not surprising, even if facing a monster, after a flesh-and-blood confrontation, the opponent will feel pain, fear, and even turn around and flee, but the skeletons will not. Strictly speaking, they are originally a group of dead animals.

Quietly approaching a few mercenaries who were pouring ale into their mouths, Saul pricked his ears to listen to their comments.

The first to discover the enemy attack was the members of the Guardians patrolling on the parapet. A large number of enemies came from the west, all skeletons, and they surrounded the entire west of the town in a semicircle shape.

As Saul expected, after the guarding forces in the town gathered together, the two sides began a guard war across the retaining wall. After getting over the shock caused by the initial number of enemies, people soon discovered that the combat power of those skeletons was too rough.

The subsequent battle did not arouse much attention, but then there were some accidents in the battle, because some strange individuals appeared among the skeletons.

"Hey! Little mouse, get away." Sol's sneaky listening caught the attention of a certain mercenary, and he snapped in the direction of Sol.

Saul pretended to walk away, went around behind a pile of firewood and hid again.

The comments from the mercenaries are still coming intermittently.

"Those green-eyed bones should be the leader. We have three groups and fierce battles have taken place. I have to admit that they are difficult to entangle. If the retaining wall is not strong enough, who knows what the final result will be, we are the whole town. hero."

As soon as this voice fell, another sneered voice immediately sounded.

"Those **** leaders, at best, the skeleton archers and wizards are in trouble. The real leader is on our side. That is the biggest enemy I have ever encountered in my life."

"It's a pity. One-eared, wolf-headed, and lame Huaien are all dead. Those few are really hard hands."

Thor shrank behind the pyre and suddenly his whole body tensed, and his whole body trembled in shock, not because of the strength of the enemy in the mercenary's mouth, but because of the description of the so-called skeleton leader in the mercenary's words.

"The skeleton is slightly taller than the ordinary trash fish. Its eyes are burning with purple flames, and its swordsmanship is superb. But the strangest thing is that it has only one right hand and one left leg. The sword is still flexible and strong, and it is invincible. ."

"If it has a sound bone, I bet it can ruin all our defenses with just one."

"Damn it! Several times I even thought we were besieging a master swordsman!"

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