Sword and Magic and Taxi

Come and see if this old fat man can be saved? Bronn sat on the ground and took three deep breaths, then struggled to stand up. He looked at the battlefield, then went to pick up his sword. By the way, he also brought back a long bow, three wood-chopping axes and some arrows.

Zhao Mai came to Sir Rodrik. The white-bearded old man was still awake stubbornly, clenching his teeth tightly, breathing hard through his nose and teeth, obviously being tortured by severe pain. In order not to worry others, and in order not to affect his own fighting morale, he stood upright and said nothing. Ma'am, you're still... okay... okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine. Caitlin ran over and knelt down beside Ser Rodrik. The old man with a white beard had a dent in his chest, one leg was flat from the knee down, and the other leg was also bent at a strange angle. His face was pale and he had obviously lost a lot of blood. If he could have a bachelor who was proficient in medical skills at this time, he would have a chance to make a living. But now, there are still several days to go from the Eagle's Nest City, and Jazz may not be able to hold on there.

Make some space, don't crowd in here. Zhao Mai looked at it, and then said to Mrs. Stark: Help me kill him, and I'll try to save him. First, give me your dagger, and I'll You need something sharp to cut through his hard armor. In addition, raise the fire, boil a pot of water, and cook a pot of meat. Now there is horse meat. Cut it into small pieces and cook it quickly. The injured needs to eat. .”

Without saying a word, Mrs. Stark took out the dagger and threw it to Zhao Mai, and then started busy. When she does not suspect others of being the murderers of her children, she is a shrewd and capable woman who is always tenacious and brave like the people of the North. She felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, she was the one who made the impromptu decision to arrest Tyrion, and it was also she who decided to attack east and west, leading a group of improvised troops to the Eagle's Nest in the east. She had clearly heard her sister complain about how barbaric and dangerous the mountain people here were, and it would be easy for problems to arise if they did not bring a regular army. She knew it clearly, but...

Ser Rodrik has been a trainer in her family for many years, and she remembers that even her husband, Ned, now Hand of the King and Duke of Winterfell, was trained by him. Over the years, in addition to being a leader, a knight, and a loyal vassal, Sir Rodrik has become more like an elder of his own. Caitlin prayed to the seven gods, the Father, the Virgin, the warrior, the maiden, the blacksmith, and the old woman, hoping that Jazz could save the day. She even begged the last god, the Stranger, not to take away Jazz's soul.

But the only thing that can really save Jazz is the natural force controlled by Zhao Mai. Cut open his clothes and pants to expose the wound, and the situation was not optimistic. Zhao Mai used psychic powers to enhance his senses, see through the skin, and then used a telekinesis ring to help move bones. He is not an orthopedic surgeon, nor has he had any medical skills, but as long as bleeding or other wounds are caused, he chants a spell in a low voice and lets the natural force seal the bleeding site, giving the body a chance to heal itself.

I'm afraid your leg won't work. Now you have two options. One is for me to help you simply stop the bleeding. You endure the pain all the way to the Eagle's Nest City and let the bachelor there see if there is any better way to set the bones. Opportunity. But doing this will probably make you die of pain halfway. The other is that I saw off your legs so that you can ensure your survival and then install a prosthetic leg later.

I can bear it. Sir Rodrik said: I choose the first one!

In this case, we can't waste too much time. Let's set off as soon as I finish handling it for you. After Zhao Mai finished speaking, he continued to be busy.

Except for Zhao Mai and Jazz, the only survivors are Caitlin, Tyrion, Saffir, Bronn, and the bard Marian who has been huddled under the car. This timid guy has no other words to comment on except using lucky explanation. And thankfully, his harp strings broke, so it looks like he won't be plagued by his crappy songs along the way.

I've never seen your treatment method before. Safire put the long sword back into the scabbard and stood opposite Zhao Mai with his arms folded. Can you tell me what it's called?

Well, it's called healing. Zhao Mai looked up at him, then waved his hand towards him. Give me a moment, you're blocking the light.

Sorry. Safire took 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 academic city. He specializes in dealing with evil wizards, evil spirits and spirits. In order to deal with huge monsters, their weapons are very unique, just like the ones in Safire's hands. Leon kept dragging the heavy ax and would not let go even after the battle. He now needed to talk to someone to get out of his battlefield state. Moreover, his foot cramps were severe, and he hoped that Mike could give him some treatment.

You guessed it correctly. I am indeed a demon hunter, dealing with all kinds of abnormal things. The troll just now is like this. Monsters left over from evil magic in the past, their minds have been twisted, and they will only cause killing again and again. .”

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

Then how did you know? Zhao Mai frowned tightly. Others thought he was having a headache dealing with the wound, but in fact he was thinking about something more troublesome: he had never heard of the Witcher in books or movies related to Westeros. Savre, like the dragon flying in the fog before, had a sudden change. While major events are still protected - Tyrion and Catelyn are still alive, for example - where do other such changes come from?

Zhong Jianbai promised that this trip to Westeros will be a low intensity, high stability world trip. On the one hand, this means safety. The power level in this world is not high, so there is not much danger. Stability means that the development of events will not be subject to major changes, and will not be much different from the 'historical records' produced by the influence of 'inspiration'.

But now the situation seems to have changed. Although the intensity was still low, many things happened that Zhao Mai had not expected at all. Sir Rodrik didn't need to be so seriously injured, and if he hadn't thrown his spear in time to delay the giant's attack, there would have been no Sir at this time!

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

No one could hear what he was thinking, and even if they heard it, they would definitely not understand it. Tyrion sighed and said to Zhao Mai: I have always dreamed of having a dragon of my own, so I am very interested in all kinds of mysterious things. I don't deny that I once wanted to be a magician. After all, A magician doesn't need to be tall. Unfortunately, I can't even cast a spell, can't make a potion, and don't have a dragon. However, I did read a lot of books on this, including some rare ones. Travelogue or diary.”

I am the last demon hunter. Safire said: There is no magic in this world, and there are no dragons, so the power of the demon hunter is no longer necessary. At most, it is to encounter such a giant. Strange. A good swordsman can easily kill such an enemy, and you don’t have to be a demon hunter to solve it.

Then do you know how to spell, even the simplest ones? Tyrion's eyes clearly showed a trace of expectation.

No, no one can cast a spell now. Saffur suddenly pointed at Zhao Mai: Maybe except him.