Chapter 705 The Embarrassed Bing Zhixie
In the cave, Bing Zhixie slowly sat down against the wall. This sitting affected the wounds on his body and made the corners of his eyes tremble in pain.
His body was already red, and the white bandages were stained with red spots. He carefully rolled away the bandages on his thighs and waist, revealing a two-centimeter-deep wound: "It's okay...it's okay. Fortunately, these two wounds are not poisonous." He tore open the cloth strap on his left shoulder. Under the strap was a frozen wound. His left shoulder almost turned completely black, and the dry ice melted, and black water kept coming out of it. He took out the White Fang dagger, cut a cross on his shoulder, squeezed it with his hand, and all the water came out.
Bing Zhixie kept panting, with cold sweat breaking out from the pain under her white hair. She repeatedly thought about the magic words for detoxification in her mind. He was not good at poison magic, but he could use the magic for detoxification. Yes, it was thanks to his master who threw him into the jungle to survive alone for many years that he had the ability to detoxify now.
There was more than one poisonous wound. In addition to the shoulder wound, there were also two dart wounds on his back. Fortunately, the poison on the dart was not fatal, but it just made him feel paralyzed, as if he was squatting on a I feel numb after squatting for a long time. The feeling had spread from his back to his body, but he was still able to suppress it. He pulled out the dart and took out two bottles of medicine from the space. He regretted why he didn't bring more medicine. Most of the medicine was lost on the airship. These two bottles were just ordinary hemostatic medicine. Fortunately, he always had the cobra fish pills with him. He took them every day, but there was not much left.
Hemostatic medicine was sprinkled on the new wounds and cracked wounds, but the medicine was not enough, so he could only take care of the more serious areas first. After applying powder, Bing Zhixie cast a few more healing spells. He originally wanted to draw a 'water's grace' magic circle, but he had to give up considering the poisonous wounds on his shoulders. He knew that this kind of poison was a very powerful toxin. If he rashly used healing magic to treat it, the effect of the magic would probably mutate with the toxins inside, causing the inside to fester, so he didn't dare use water-based methods. Antidote magic can only use poison magic to treat this kind of poison.
He checked and found that most of the injuries on his body had been treated, but the two sword wounds on his waist and legs were deep and long, and were still bleeding. At this time, if he had a needle and thread, he could still sew up the wound, but now, he could only pick up the bandage on the ground and tie the wound tightly.
After this, Bing Zhixie's whole body was covered in sweat, his face looked a little weak, and his lips were horribly pale. This is a sign of excessive blood loss. The blood lost a few days ago has not been replenished. Now there is so much blood that even adults, let alone young people, cannot bear it. He gathered the water element and took a big sip. Drinking more water would make him feel better, but it didn't take long before he curled up and his lips kept trembling. Slowly and slowly, he felt like he was going to fall asleep. Coupled with the poisonous numbness on his body, he quickly fell asleep, but before falling asleep, he called out Zafino...
Bing Zhixie suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He woke up painfully. There were insects crawling on his wounds. He quickly stood up. When the magic was activated, a layer of ice immediately formed on the surface of his body. After the ice shattered, the insect froze to death on the ground, but the ice absorbed a lot of heat from his body, making him even colder. He quickly picked up some branches outside the cave and lit a fire in the cave. Because of the protection of the emperor dragon, no wild beasts or monsters dared to attack him.
Pull off the strap on the shoulder, and the wound is still the same, but it is still alive after a good sleep, which means that the expansion of the toxin has stopped and it is slowly getting better. The numbness in his body also disappeared. Bing Zhixie was on fire, and waves of heat blew through his body, but he still felt cold, coming from within. He thought about what happened during the day. Those short ten seconds were like wandering in front of death's door. Those people were obviously professional killers, maybe hired by the killer's union, or maybe people from the Gemini Palace. The strength of those people was around high-level, which he usually looked down upon, but in that case, they almost killed him several times. If those killers were stronger, as long as there were one or two true knights or something else, he might have died in the room.
This was a bit strange. Bingzhixie thought to himself, with Gemini Palace's attitude, why would he send such low-level killers? Even if he was seriously injured, he might not be unable to deal with these killers. But then he realized that in a small mountain town like this, people with level 6 strength were not that easy to find. He might not have found a better killer, so he could only let those people come. But why didn't he come by himself?
Maybe something happened, maybe he was seriously injured, there is no need to understand this.
But after thinking about it, he was a little worried again. Mage is different from the other three professions of the same level. Sealing Knight is not afraid of being hurt, King of War is difficult to be hurt, and Elemental Demon is rarely hurt. Only Mage cannot be hurt. Magicians are the most afraid of being hurt among the four series. Although under normal circumstances they have abilities that are not inferior to those of the other three series, their strength will be greatly reduced once they suffer physical trauma. He has no elemental body, no ability to recover quickly, and no indestructible body. In professional confrontations, magicians are the least likely to be injured.
There were some sounds nearby, and Zafino lowered his head and looked into the cave, which meant to remind him that someone was coming. No need to remind Bing Zhixie that he also noticed it. He walked carefully outside the cave and saw a group of people walking in the woods under the moonlight.
"Is this here?" The voice was very low.
“This is it.”
Wolves have very sharp noses, especially the wind-bone wolf, which obviously smells the smell of blood.
Bingzhi Xiehan's eyes showed murderous intent: "They still dare to chase them, Zafino, kill them." He chased after him again: "Leave their bodies behind."
Zafino spread his wings and flew over, directly sweeping over the trees on the ground.
Those people were frightened when they saw a giant dragon flying suddenly. It seemed that they did not receive the information that the assassinated target had a giant dragon. They were so frightened that they ran away, but how could they escape from the shadow of the Emperor Dragon? With one move of the Dragon Emperor's domineering force, they all froze, and with a flap of their wings, they were all broken into pieces.
Bing Zhixie ran out and saw the bloody corpses on the ground and the urine and intestines dripping all over the ground. He didn't care about being disgusted, and found a medical pack on their broken corpses. Most mercenaries and people engaged in adventurous professions will bring these things. These killers don't bring much, but they will bring a little.
With the medicine, Bing Zhixie felt much more at ease. In addition to the narcotics, he also unexpectedly found a pack of acute hematopoietic syrup. Eating this thing will cause great harm to the human body, but at this time, there is not much we can do about it. Without blood, he felt that he might die at any time. He was now severely anemic. Just walking this step made him sweat all over his body and he was still panting...
(End of Chapter)