Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

In the long past, curing diseases and wounds was almost entirely the sideline of mages. There were even some branches of schools that specialized in healing spells. There are terminal illnesses that mages can't cure, so most people can live to old age safely as long as there are no accidents.

It's a pity that after the end of the era of demons, most of the healing spells have become history, and only a simple magic that glues wounds can still be used to treat trauma.

From then on, people who get injured or sick can only ask for blessings, because not only the number of mages has dropped sharply, but also in most parts of the Fei Nuo continent, people with magic talents will be concentrated in the magic academy in the holy city of Mikalan. It is rare for an ordinary person to see a sorcerer in his lifetime, let alone seek them to heal his wounds.

Under such circumstances, the profession of physicians emerged as the times require. They don't know magic at all, they just learned some knowledge of herbs, and they can treat some simple wounds, or amputate wounds that cannot be healed. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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The magic circle was launched, and most people didn't understand the principle of this magic. They only saw Evandel chanting a long and complicated spell, and then the magic spar floating in the air began to glow, and a line gradually rose from the bottom to the top. The light curtain filled the semicircular arch bit by bit.

And those who knew magic were whispering worriedly: "My God, this is amazing..."

"How much magic power is stored in the wheel of secret magic?"

"If it were me, I would have been drained in a few seconds..."

Palos' keen hearing heard all these words. Others only cared about the result of the magic, and he was more worried about the caster himself. He knew that it was a matter of life and death in the two worlds, and Evandel would do his best to complete it. But out of his own selfishness, he didn't want Avandel to consume too much because of this. The consequences of excessive spellcasting by the mage can be severe or mild, and the most serious may even cause permanent intellectual damage.

The light curtain continued to rise, and when it reached half the height of the arch, the speed obviously slowed down.

As the president of the Mage Association, Ferdinand was the first to find that the situation was not optimistic: "No, this level of power is not enough to open the portal!"

Palos looked at him in surprise: "What, isn't that enough?"

"Then what should we do? He seems to have reached his limit!" The mages around panicked.

"At this time, no one can intervene. We can only hope that he will prepare in advance." Ferdinand looked nervously at Evandel in the circle.

Evandel really knew that his strength alone was not enough, and that to open the portal connecting the two worlds would require a greater sacrifice, and he had already been prepared for this.

Palos saw Evandel in the magic circle pull out the dagger from his belt and cut his wrist. The mage's blood kept dripping in the magic circle, which made the magic circle blaze brightly for a while, and the light curtain also It rose rapidly and gradually approached the top.

"Evandel..." Palos looked anxiously at the mage's bleeding wrist. There was an old scar at that position, which was the mark left by the mage when he was used and deceived by him. Now Evandel once again Cut open that old wound and use blood magic to open the portal, will the humiliation and resentment from that year reappear in his heart?

As Evandel's blood continued to drip into the magic circle, his face became pale obviously. Palos wished to bleed instead of him, but now he could only watch Evandel alone like everyone else carry this burden.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and people waited in fear, not daring to breathe, Avondel's face became paler and paler, and the light curtain was getting closer and closer to the top.

Finally, with a burst of light so intense that it hurts the eyes, the scene of another world faintly appeared in the light curtain, and the portal connecting the two worlds was completed.

People cheered excitedly. Cassandelle, the god of light, was the first to pass through the portal. She also looked very tired, and the light on her body dimmed a lot, but she did not forget to praise Evandel: "Good job, you His feat was significant, and now you can rest and leave the rest to others."

At this time, not many people were paying attention to Avondel. While Cassandelle was speaking, the residents of Titan World had already started to pass through the portal against time. The two races obviously still did not trust each other. A group of Protoss came over Afterwards, a group of demons came one after another, and then another group of protoss. The two sides passed by in turn, and no one was allowed to be more than the other.

And each of them brought as many valuable materials as possible, which will be the basis for them to settle down in the new world.

The long-cherished wish of the gods and demons for thousands of years has finally come true, but Palos doesn't care about it. He is now focusing on Avondel. After the portal is completed, he immediately wants to go there to support the crumbling Evandel, but Arkay the Elf was one step ahead of him.

The pale mage pinched the upper part of the wound with his right hand, temporarily stopping the blood flow from the wound. He had cut too deeply just now, and the flesh at the wound rolled outwards, throbbing with pain.

Already dizzy, Evandel leaned weakly on Alkai's body, and the ranger helped him leave the magic circle and went to the nearby fire to rest.

Palos couldn't hold his hand even if he wanted to, so he could only follow anxiously: "Evandel, heal your wound quickly, or let another mage heal it!"

Evandel ignored him, didn't even look at him, he sat down on the stool beside the fire, Alkai took out a cloth belt that had been prepared, and tied it tightly around his elbow as a temporary means of hemostasis.

Until Phils brought a plate of surgical instruments used by the doctors on the table, Palos hadn’t realized what they were going to do, Alkai rolled up a clean towel and let Evandel bite it Here, Phils looked at the mage a little nervously: "Are you ready?"

Evandel bit the towel and nodded firmly.

So Arkay suppressed Evandel's hand with all his strength, and Phils picked up the sharp knife on the plate, and quickly cut a vertical wound at least five centimeters long on Evandel's wrist, which was similar to the original wound. Forming a cross shape, the position and depth of the knife are accurate, the flesh is rolled to both sides, the tendons that have shrunk deeply are finally visible, and even the bones of the wrist are exposed.

Evandel struggled uncontrollably, his fingers repeatedly opened and squeezed, but Alkai firmly clamped his arm with one hand, and clenched his five fingers with the other hand, not letting him move at all.

Palos almost wanted to rush up to stop them, but his remaining rationality made him stop and dare not approach - Fiers and Alkai are both Avondel's trusted partners, and it is obvious that the mage himself made them so made.

He could only watch, watching Phils put down the knife, picked up the tweezers and pliers, reached into the wound and clamped Avondel's shriveled tendons, and then pulled them out forcefully.

The pain was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The mage was so painful that the veins on his neck were exposed, and even biting the towel, he couldn't suppress his screams.

Palos was also suffering in his heart. He really wanted to do something, whether it was comfort or anything, but he could only dare not take a step closer as if he was nailed to the ground.

It was Palos who made a deep cut in Avandell's hand more than 200 years ago and severed the tendon in his wrist. His left hand will never be as flexible and powerful as a normal person, and now he can only use such extreme methods to treat this old injury. It can be said that all the pain that Evandel is suffering now is all because of Palos.

Palos was heartbroken. If there was any magic in this world that could allow him to bear the pain instead of Evandel, even if the price was to intensify the pain tenfold, he would be willing to bear it, but he could only helplessly watch Evandel in pain. Sweating profusely, screaming hoarsely even while biting the towel.

Phils was also sweating profusely, and of course it wasn't because of effort: "Relax, I can't pull it out if you're like this."

But Evandel could still hear it, the pain of his tendons being forcibly pulled made him insanely painful, if it wasn't for Alkai who relentlessly suppressed all his struggles, he would even want the table right now flipped.

The atrophied tendon was pulled into a long and thin strip like a rubber band. When the two ends finally came together, Evandel's voice was already hoarse, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Yes, even a little delirious, Phils urged: "Evandel, hold on, if you faint at this time, all these sufferings will be in vain!"

These words brought back some of Evandel's slack mind, the mage forcibly concentrated, took out the towel that was almost crushed in his mouth, and began to chant spells.

The broken ends of the tendons gradually fused together. Evandel feebly pushed away Phils' hand holding the pliers, ready to restore the wound to its original state, but it took less than three seconds for Phils to let go of the pliers, and finally pulled them together. The dislodged tendon was severed again, and was indented deeply into the depth of the wound.

Evandel didn't even cry out this time, he was so painful that he was about to pass out.

Palos couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away, seeing Avondel suffer in front of him, which was tantamount to torture for him, and he had no face to walk away at this time.

Alkai slapped the mage's face: "Wake up, Avondel, you can't just faint like this!"

Phils couldn't stand it anymore: "If you forget it, the big deal is that it's the same as before, anyway, you're used to it."

Avondel had already recovered from the wave of severe pain that made his eyes black, and he said weakly but firmly: "Do it again."

"Evandel..." Phils' tone was a bit unbearable.

The mage gasped, speaking in a soft and urgent voice: "Hurry up, don't...wasting time..."

"Okay, you hold back..." Fiers gritted his teeth, and inserted the tweezers into his wound again.

This time Evandel didn't have much strength to struggle and scream. When the two ends of the ruptured tendon were pulled together again, Evandel's face was ashen.

But he still managed to complete the spell, and the ends of the tendons were stuck together again, and this time they did not break again. Evandel carefully glued the cross-shaped wound bit by bit, until the last gap Also disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't even have the mood to check whether the glue was smooth, so he slumped on the chair.

The elf ranger held his arm to help him up: "Okay, I'll take you to rest."

Evandel gave a weak "hmm".

Palos' voice was trembling: "Evandel...you...how are you?"

"Go away." Evandel hung on Alkai's body, his voice was soft and weak, "...I don't want to see you."

Palos stood there stiffly, bewildered.

Phils also came over to support Avandell from the other side, so that the mage could walk with less effort. He didn't know that the demon king in front of him who was a bit strange was Palos, so he said politely and coldly: "We will Take care of him, Lord Demon King, please make way for me."

Palos could only back away, watching them support Avandell, put the mage on the horse, and then lead the horse slowly towards the city.