Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 163 Iron Will
Beside the bright bonfire, everyone was sitting together, the dwarf jumped out of the carriage with the medicine box in his hand, and the crow hovered above his head, squawking strangely.

He trotted all the way to Brian's side, the height difference between the two made him just level with the wounded man sitting on the stone.

Standing next to Brian, he skillfully untied the blood-stained linen bandage on his left arm and threw it into the bonfire.

Through the bright firelight, the dwarf looked at the three deep gashes on Bryan's upper arm, a piece of bloody flesh that turned out like a wet rag when the bandages were removed.

Although the three torn wounds had stopped bleeding and coagulated under the dark green ointment, as the bandages were removed, black pus and blood flowed out again from the split red skin.

He was secretly surprised, and said: "Although your wound has stopped bleeding, it must be cleaned immediately and then mended, otherwise it will fester."

"Simply terrible!"

The dwarf Broto threw a birch branch towards the campfire, leaned over, stared at a pair of big eyes, and gasped.

"Bryan, what kind of monster's claws can hurt you like this, even muscles, tendons... I feel like I almost crippled your arm."

The satyr Mario, who was playing with the harp, also looked over in surprise.

"You... figure it out." Brian smiled wryly, because the wound was exposed to the air again, so painful that he kept breathing.

The fundamental reason why he took the risk to seek help from the caravan was because of his own wounds.

Although he can suture carefully himself, he is self-aware and his medical skills are definitely not as good as professional doctors.

What's more, in this wilderness where there are no villages and shops behind, even if he is treated well by himself, the recovery speed of his injuries will be infinitely extended, which will seriously affect the time for traveling.

In fact, if a serious injury like his is placed on an ordinary adventurer, even if it cannot be disabled, at least it will leave sequelae, and his own adventure career is likely to end because of this.

"I see."

The dwarf nodded, obviously hesitating for a moment, and then continued: "Next, I have to clean the wound. It will be very painful. For the sake of safety, I suggest arranging a few people to hold you down."

"Hold him! Hold him!"

The crow screamed excitedly, flapped its wings, and hovered over Brian's head, eager to land on his shoulder.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Brian waved his hand weakly, and with a thought, he used the telekinesis ability of "Hand of Arcane" to throw this crow, which was noisier than a little devil, into the bushes on the other side of the lake like a ball.

It was finally much cleaner.

He met everyone's strange eyes, smiled slightly, showing the expression of a martyr, "Hurry up and do it."

Although the other party is a priest who is proficient in medical magic, the prerequisite for casting the magic is that the wound must be sutured properly.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a deep wound like his to heal.

Even in the game world, when their player groups have not been exposed to high-level divine arts that can automatically restore, the healing process is like this.

The only difference is that the pain can be adjusted by yourself.

Of course, if it was the supernatural ability "Healing Touch" mastered by Princess Kearney, there would be no such trouble at all.

With just a light touch from her, the divine energy from the heavens can restore his wounds to their original state, and by the way, dispel the exhaustion all over his body.

"Aha, salute to our brave Lord Brian."

Broto praised sincerely, and then asked: "Does Brian need alcohol? In this case, I suggest you drink some strong beer, which can relieve the pain."

"Thank you very much, but I don't have the habit of drinking on an empty stomach. If it is possible, Broto, please bring me a bowl of hot porridge, I will be very grateful."

When Brian heard about drinking, he realized that except for eating a few pieces of cold bacon at lunch, he had not eaten anything until now.

Thinking of this, my stomach began to protest unconvinced.

"It's simple, leave it to me."

Broto patted his chest boldly, looked at another bonfire, and shouted: "Varda, go and cook a bowl of meat porridge for my friend."

"Oh, that's right." After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, and said quickly: "Didn't you catch a wild rabbit two days ago, kill that rabbit too, I know you delicate races , I like fresh and tender rabbit meat the most."

"Uncle Broto, the rabbit is still young and looks so cute eating carrots, do you have the heart to kill him?"

Varda stood up from the campfire and said courageously, "I just bought a bag of carrots for him, and I haven't finished eating it yet."

"Hey! Why don't you bear it? If I feed it carrots, it will let me eat meat. This is a very fair thing." Broto stared at Varda dissatisfied, "Then put the carrots and rabbits Stew together into a pot of soup, so that there will be no waste."

"Forget it, you don't need to bother so much, just do something casually." Sensing the aggrieved gaze that the bearded dwarf was throwing at him after being reprimanded, Brian quickly stopped Broto, who was about to get angry.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up!"

The angry Broto yelled at Varda who was standing there, and then whispered: "Little brat, you have learned to be stubborn, and you still want to be a paladin..."

Speaking of paladins, Brian glanced thoughtfully at Varda who was rushing to the lake to fetch water. He felt that there seemed to be no relationship between learning to be stubborn and becoming a paladin.

"Brian, don't be distracted, I'm about to start." Gerber reminded.

He came to his senses just in time to notice Galbow taking out various bottles, small boxes, sharp knives and needles and threads from his medical kit.

Looking at the shimmering sharp knife, he couldn't help shrinking his eyes.

When everything was ready, the dwarf murmured a few words of praise to the god of dwarves, Garl Glittergold, then warmed a bottle of wine over the campfire, and poured it on his wound to wash away the blood.

A throbbing pain, accompanied by the heat from the wine, instantly went from the wound to his neck, filling his mouth, trying to pry open his clenched teeth.

For Brian, this feeling was like being pressed against the skin with a red-hot iron, and then pouring strong wine on the wound.In the state of extreme pain, he could only hold back his screams, allowing the bead-sized beads of sweat to ooze from his forehead, and his body sitting on the stone trembled slightly in the firelight.

The heart-piercing pain made him do his best not to pay attention to the wound, panting: "This... what kind of wine? Could it be... the... water of madness?"

The Crazy Water of the Dwarves, an extremely clear liquor, there are even rumors that this liquor will ignite directly when exposed to sunlight.

Moreover, he also heard that any professional with the ability to rage, after drinking a glass of crazy water, would be unable to restrain himself from falling into a rage.

Now, after being heated by this dwarf and used to clean the wound, the pain can be imagined.

"That's right." The dwarf Gerber said unhurriedly while applying the cool light green ointment evenly on the wound:

"Your wound has the toxin of the lycanthropy attached to it, and it must be washed with high-temperature spirits blessed by divine magic to completely remove it."

When the dwarf said lycanthropy, Broto and Mario at the side showed shocked expressions at the same time.

"I'll go, then you should have said it earlier." Brian kept sucking in air-conditioning, and said with a depressed face, feeling that he had suffered the crime of being baptized by strong alcohol in vain.

Because just relying on his physique and natural protection, there is actually no need to worry about the toxin of the lycanthropy affecting him.

If we had known earlier, we could have avoided this procedure in advance.

At this moment, a piece of soothing music sounded softly, which gradually relaxed his tense expression, and relieved the pain of the wound to some extent.

Brian nodded gratefully to Mario, who was playing the harp.

"It can be seen that your physique can completely defeat the poisonous evil spirit. It will not have any effect on you."

The dwarf took out a silver needle and a ball of silk thread, looked up at him, and said indifferently: "But if the toxin is not removed, the healing speed of the wound will be very slow. Are you willing to endure temporary pain, or want to be a solitary for a month?" Arm Adventurer."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, aligned the skin of the wound, and began to stitch it up carefully.

After he was done, he applied a red ointment to the wound, then murmured an almost divine incantation, and cast a healing spell.

As the cool ointment was evenly applied to the wound, and the warm breath of divine healing wrapped his entire left arm, seeping into the wound.

Brian's left arm couldn't help trembling, he could already clearly feel the burning pain being suppressed, and all the pain and stiffness seemed to melt with it, which made him let out a long breath.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly found that a line of prompts popped up in his attribute column:
...The condition has been fulfilled!

...... You have successfully acquired the personal specialty "Iron Will"!
[Steel will (personal expertise): You have honed in the cruelest environment, and with the precipitation of the years, you have learned how to use your powerful mental power to overcome your fragile body.Your will is as hard as steel, and any force that tries to erode your will will hardly shake your body of will.Will Defense +2, Note: This value is +10 at level 3, +15 at level 4, and so on. 】

……

as expected.

Seeing the newly acquired expertise, Brian wasn't too surprised, and was even a little disappointed.

After all, he has undergone inhuman training since he was a child in the Elf Holy Land and the Tegrila Palace, and he has already developed a strong will.

It would be a surprise to him if he still couldn't obtain this expertise.

Along with the severe pain caused by cleaning the wound, it can be regarded as the accumulated accumulation in the past, which allowed him to obtain this specialty naturally.

"It's done. I will change your dressing every day and perform another magical healing spell." The dwarf wrapped up the linen bandage, with a trace of exhaustion on his silent face, he explained to Brian:

"In this way, under the double blessing of divine spells and ointment, your wound can be completely healed after only two days of rest at most, and there will be no obvious scars."

"Thank you."

Brian put on his clothes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thanked him sincerely, and said curiously: "Gerbao, I can feel that your superb medical skills are not from your own race, so I am very curious. Where did you learn it?"

In his impression, the talents of the dwarf race are engineering and alchemy.

The fact is exactly the same, this dwarf from Thrane Kingdom in front of him does master superb engineering and alchemy.

But through the treatment just now, he unexpectedly discovered that the other party's medical skills were so excellent.

"My grandfather is a priest of Gal, he taught me how to make holy water for healing and praying spells to please Gal. It's a pity that he didn't get Gal's response and spells until he died. Instead, I, a half-hearted priest, accidentally awakened last month received the divine spell bestowed by Gal."

Galbao packed up his medical tools and sighed, "When I was young, I traveled with a caravan to the city of wizards in the Essebra desert, where I asked the warlocks there to teach the spells of the school of illusion. Then I stayed here for a long time, and a human warlock taught me to dissect the corpse, allowing me to grasp all the mysteries buried under the skin."

"So, you have received the oracle of your dwarf god?" Brian asked after a moment of thought.

During the millennium period when the magic net was banned, in this world that was very remote from the main world, although believers of all races could not receive a response from their respective gods, this did not mean that those talented and pious priests could not obtain the ability to cast gods. skill ability.

For example, the archbishop Rickard of the Lord of Dawn and the paladin Strickland, these two priests relied on their talents to awaken their respective divine arts without the response of the gods.

It can be seen from this that the gods bestow magical powers on believers or respond to their prayers, and they also rely on the magic network of Mystra, the goddess of magic.

Today, the magic net is slowly recovering, and Brian believes that as time goes by, the talent of the priests to acquire the ability to cast divine spells will gradually decrease until they become like the main material world.

If there were no threats from ancient evils, this would be a nice little world, Brian thought.

"No." Ge Erbao shook his head slightly, and wrapped his cloak tightly, revealing only a conspicuous aquiline nose, "I just obtained the ability to cast simple divine spells."

"I know that." Brotto continued, "When we returned to Thrane last month, we heard that many pious priests had accidentally acquired divine spells. As for the responses and oracles from the gods, That's never heard of.

I heard from my deceased grandmother that in the past nearly a thousand years, as long as there was a priest in our ethnic group who could cast divine magic, he would be supported by the council of elders as a treasure.Now this strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. Like Chunsu after the rain, our group suddenly had more than a dozen priests with the ability to perform magic.It is conceivable that the group of old men were so surprised that they could put their warhammers in their mouths. "

"Yeah, this unexpected change made me seem to see the future and hope of the ethnic group."

Gerber stretched out his trembling little hand from the tightly wrapped tabby fur cloak.

Suddenly, a bright light burst from his fingertips, sparkling in the night campfire, reflecting the two star-bright eyes in the shadow of his hood.

"That's because the magic is about to be revived." Mario looked up at the star-studded sky, and played a sad note, "So... this day may really change."

"The world has changed and an era is coming to an end. It's true whether you like it or not."

Brian frowned, moved his left arm slightly, and expressed his truest thoughts.

(End of this chapter)