Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Come look at this old fat man, is there any help?" Bolong sat on the ground and took three breaths, then struggled to stand up. He looked at the battlefield, then went to retrieve his sword. By the way, he also brought back a long bow, three wood axes and several arrows.

Zhao Mai came to Sir Roderick's side. The white-bearded old man was still stubbornly awake, clenching his teeth, and panting hard from his nose and teeth, apparently suffering from severe pain. In order not to worry other people, and in order not to affect the morale of his own fighting, he was stunned and did not say a word. "Madam...okay...okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Caitlin rushed over and knelt down beside Sir Roderick. The old man with white beard has a recessed chest, one leg is flat from below the knee, and the other leg is bent at a strange angle. His face was pale, and he obviously lost a lot of blood. If there is a bachelor who is proficient in medicine at this time, he will have a livelihood. But now, there are still a few days away from Eagle's Nest, and the Jazz probably won't be there anymore.

"Keep a little room, don't squeeze here." Zhao Mai inspected for a while, and then said to Mrs. Stark: "Help me fight and I will try to save him. First give me your dagger, I Need something sharp to cut his hard armor. In addition, raise the fire, boil a pot of water, and cook a pot of meat. Now some of it is horse meat, cut it into small pieces and cook it quickly. The injured need to eat. ."

Mrs. Stark didn't say a word, took out the dagger and threw it to Zhao Mai, and then began to get busy. When she does not suspect that others are the murderers of her own children, she is a shrewd and capable woman who is always tenacious and brave like the people of the North. She blamed herself in her heart. After all, she decided to arrest Tyrion temporarily, and it was also she who decided to make a noise, and took a group of improvised men and horses to the East Eagle's Nest City. She obviously heard her sister complain about how barbarous and dangerous the mountain people here are. It is easy to go wrong without a regular army. She knew it, but...

Sir Roderick has been a coach in her house for many years. I remember that even her husband, Ned, Duke of Winterfell and now the hand of the King, had been trained by him. Over the years, Sir Roderick, in addition to being a coach, a knight, and a loyal subject, is more like his family's elder. Caitlin prayed to the seven gods, to the heavenly Father, the Virgin, the warrior, the maiden, the blacksmith and the old woman, hoping that the jazz would be able to overcome the danger. She even begged the last deity, "Stranger," not to take away the soul of Jazz.

But the only thing that can really save the jazz is the natural force manipulated by Zhao Mai. Cut his clothes and trousers to expose the wound, the situation is not optimistic. Zhao Mai uses psychic powers to strengthen the senses, see through the skin, and then uses telekinesis rings to help move the bones. He is not an orthopedic surgeon, and he has never practiced any medical skills, but as long as he has caused bleeding and other wounds, he will chant mantras in a low voice, allowing the natural force to seal the bleeding and let the body have a chance to heal itself.

"Your legs may not work anymore. There are two ways for you to choose. One is that I will help you to stop the bleeding easily. You endure the pain all the way and insist on reaching the Eagle's Nest City, and let the bachelors there see if there is a better bone. Opportunity. But doing so is likely to make you sore halfway. The other is that I saw your leg off, so that you can make sure to survive, and then install the prosthetic leg."

"I can hold it." Sir Rodrik said, "I choose the first one!"

"In this case, then we can't delay too much time. Let's set off after I've dealt with it for you." Zhao Mai finished talking and continued to get busy.

In addition to Zhao Mai and Sir, the only people who survived were Caitlin, Tyrion, Saffer, Bolong, and the bard Marion who had been shrinking under the car. This timid guy has no other words to comment on except for the lucky explanation. And thankfully, his harp string broke, and it seems that he won't be tortured by his crappy songs along the way.

"I've never seen your treatment method." Saffore retracted the long sword into the scabbard and stood opposite Zhao Mai with his arms around him. "Can you tell me its name?"

"Uh, it's called healing." Zhao Mai looked up at him, then waved at him. "Just give in, you blocked the light."

"Sorry." Saffel moved a step to the side, and then continued to ask: "How did you catch the spear thrown back by the troll?"

"What do you do, the king's spy?" Zhao Mai became alert.

"He should be a demon hunter. He was once part of the school city, specializing in dealing with evil wizards, evil spirits and spirits. In order to deal with huge monsters, their weapons are very unique, just like Saffel's hands." Leon had been dragging the heavy axe, even after the battle, he would not let go. He now needs to talk to people to get out of the state of the battlefield. Moreover, his foot cramps so badly, I hope Mike can treat him.

"You guessed right, I am indeed a demon hunter, dealing with all abnormal weird things. The trolls just now are like this. The monsters left behind by the evil magic in the past have been distorted in their minds and will only cause killing again and again. ."

Tyrion shook his head and said, "I always thought that you didn't really exist, but this time I happened to see the mark on the back of your long sword. Even Xuecheng did not admit that there really was a team of demon hunters. I never record you in a book."

"Then how did you know?" Zhao Mai frowned tightly. Others thought that he was having a headache to deal with the wound, but in fact he was thinking about something more troublesome: he had never heard of the Demon Hunter in books and movies related to Westeros. Saffir, like the dragon flying in the thick fog before, is a sudden change. Although the nodes of the big event are still protected-Tyrion and Caitlin are still alive-but where did other changes come from?

Zhong Jianbai promised that this trip to Westeros is a "low intensity, high stability" world tour. On the one hand, this means safety. The power level of this world is not high and there is not much danger. Stability says that "the development of the event will not be greatly changed, and it will be no different from the "historical record" produced by the "inspiration"."

But now things seem to have changed. Although the intensity was still low, there were many things that Zhao Mai hadn't expected at all. Sir Roderick didn't need to be so badly injured, and if he hadn't thrown a spear in time~www.NovelMTL.com~ to put the giant's offensive on hold, there would be no jazz at this time!

‘Adventures with changes are more interesting, but this change should not affect the purpose of my trip! ’

No one can hear his thoughts, even if he hears it, he will definitely not understand. Tyrion sighed and said to Zhao Mai: "I have always dreamed of having my own dragon, so I am very interested in all kinds of mysterious things. I don't deny that I also wanted to be a magician, after all. A magician doesn’t need a tall figure. It’s a pity that I can’t even release a spell, a potion, and no dragon. However, I did read a lot of books for this, including some rare ones. Travels or diaries."

"I am the last demon hunter." Saffir said: "There is no magic in this world, and there is no dragon, so the power of the demon hunter is no longer necessary. At most, it is to encounter such a giant. Weird. A good swordsman can easily kill such an enemy, there is no need to be a demon hunter to solve it."

"Then do you know how to spell, even the simplest one?" Tyrion's eyes clearly showed expectation.

"No, no one can cast a spell right now." Saffir pointed at Zhao Mai suddenly: "Maybe other than him." (To be continued.)