Lord Highlander

After Suldak became the deputy squadron leader of the sixth squadron, he became very busy every day.

Because of his health, Old York had to take care of the affairs of the Sixth Squadron, all of which were on Suldak's shoulders.

Before leaving, Old York still has a lot of things to hand over to Suldak to take over. In addition, as a newly promoted squadron leader, Suldak, who is an eighth-level fighter, has to spend a certain amount of time every day to improve himself. Strength, the strength corresponding to being a squadron leader needs to be at least a Rank 1 fighter, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the masses in the army.

Fortunately, Suldak was very familiar with the squad leaders of the Sixth Squadron, and there was no hindrance in dealing with daily affairs.

Groups of cumulonimbus clouds are piled up in the eastern section of the Ganda Er Mountains, and there has been light rain in the Moyunling area.

Cavalry in heavy armor and ordnance such as catapults are not suitable for fighting in rainy days, so the expeditionary force has ceased fighting for two consecutive days.

For the evil spirits on Moyun Ridge, this is also a rare respite.

The battle groups on the side of the expeditionary army camp have been resting one after another.

He Boqiang followed Suldak into a sheepskin tent. The tent was a bit damp, and a brazier was lit in the middle. The layers of heat made the tent look like a steamer, and it would feel a bit impenetrable to get in. angry.

Old York is a middle-aged knight in his 40s. His military career for more than 20 years has caused him to suffer from occupational diseases. The scars on his body will be sore when it rains. To ease some of the pain, he was wearing a linen robe lying on a bearskin. The wrinkles and scars on his face were mixed together, making his face look a bit hideous. The injuries all over his body made him tired of coping. The beard and hair should be gray.

Old York lay on the bearskin bed and said to Suldak, "There is golden cider on the table. If you want to drink, take your own glass."

Suldak was not polite, he filled a glass for himself and He Boqiang, and then grabbed two pieces of ice from the ice bucket on the side and threw them into the glass, then walked to Old York with a smile on his glass, Sit down on the bench.

Seeing that Suldak poured out the remaining half bottle of wine unceremoniously, Old York scolded with a smile: "You boy, you are looking for me at this time, you don't come here just to drink golden cider, do you?"

Suldak sat beside Old York, poked the charcoal brazier beside him, and said, "Of course not for drinking."

He Boqiang sat on the bench with Suldak, and he looked at the somewhat airtight sheepskin tent. The squadron leader's salary in the army was obviously much higher than that of the squad leader, and he could even drink in the tent.

"I heard that Uncle York's old injury has relapsed, so I came here to take a look!" Suldak said to Old York.

Old York supported his body with his arms, half sat up from the bed, and said to Suldak: "As you get older, those dark wounds on the battlefield will always recur on rainy and cloudy days. You can feel better by roasting a pot of fire. You young people may feel a little stuffy in this tent, there is no way, this kind of injury just can't see the wind."

Suldak turned his head to look at He Boqiang, and said to Old York: "This is little Dak, my best friend. He is good at treating some injuries. That's why I brought him here to see you. Maybe he can help you. you."

"I know you, young man. You are the young man Dake rescued from the battlefield. You have been fighting with the second team recently, and you have been fighting bravely." Old York's sharp eyes fell on He Boqiang, oppressing Feel full.

He Boqiang had a feeling, as if a violent bear was staring at him.

"Uncle York, don't think little Duck is rude, he just can't talk." Suldak said to Old York from the side.

Only then did Old York retract his gaze, and stretched out his hand to tear off the linen robe on his body, revealing a muscular and strong arm. There was a flesh-red scar on this arm, extending from the elbow to the back. Like a claw mark.

He Boqiang can almost imagine the tragic scene when Old York was injured. That arm must have been scratched with a deep and bone-deep wound. Although the wound has completely healed now, the meridians on Old York's arm are regarded as Being completely cut off, the hidden wounds left behind cannot be easily recovered.

"This was cut open by the bone sickle in its hand when I was fighting with a ghost in the Misty Swamp. It almost crippled my arm, and I extinguished his soul fire. I will Its skull was made into a goblet, and this is..."

As he spoke, Old York casually pointed to a bone wine glass next to the bed.

He Boqiang didn't expect that someone would actually use a skull to make a wine glass to hold wine. He only felt that the glass of golden cider in his hand also had a musty smell of rotten bones.

He casually put the wine glass on the table beside him, then supported Old York's arm with one hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and concentrated on igniting the seventeen nodes in his body, allowing these nodes to release a pale golden sacred breath. Now He Boqiang Already able to control this magical aura at will, he guided the sacred power to the palm of his hand, and a faint golden light spread from the palm of his hand, penetrating into Old York's arm little by little.

At this time, Old York stared at He Boqiang with wide eyes, and said in a low voice, "Magician?"

"Uncle York, he is not a magician. A few days ago, he awakened his magic talent when he was fighting with the aboriginals. Swordsman Bacarel said that little Duck could sense the sacred magic element. At that time, he wanted to kill little Dak Take it to Bena to construct the Swordsman Squad." Every time Suldak mentioned this, he felt a little proud.

York stared at He Boqiang as if looking at some kind of rare treasure.

At this time, he suddenly said: "A combatant who has awakened magical perception, it's no wonder that Suldak can lead the second team to hunt evil spirits in the mountains and forests. We squadron leaders haven't figured it out before, you guys Where did you get the confidence to be so desperate and spend all your savings to buy magic scrolls to kill evil spirits, so it turns out that the young warrior in your team is a master of both magic and martial arts...Hmph!"

The golden light in He Boqiang's hand touched Old York's injured arm, and Old York immediately stopped talking, with a trace of pain on his face, but for a veteran like him, his tolerance for pain has already broken through the limit of human beings. Sometimes, just because of the recurrence of the old injury in the rainy weather, the slight increase in pain made him a little unbearable.

Suldak asked quickly, "Uncle York, how are you doing?"

Although He Boqiang discovered that his sacred power has a certain self-healing ability, it is still completely unknown whether it will have any effect on this old injury.

Suldak heard that Old York's old injury had relapsed and he could hardly move while lying in the tent, so he decided to ask He Boqiang to come over and try.

He Boqiang thought that it would be better to use the "Divine Blessing Body" on Old York to relieve his pain. When the effect of the "Divine Blessing Body" disappeared, the cloudy and rainy weather on Ganda Er Mountain would almost turn sunny.

Suldak still hoped that He Boqiang would try with the divine power. Although he didn't know how effective it would be, Old York at least had some reaction when the divine breath was injected into his body.

He Boqiang only felt that the sacred breath was melting some of the hard knots on Old York's body. The shape of these hard knots happened to be exactly the same as the scars on his arms. As the hard knots on Old York's arms gradually melted away, Old York's face gradually eased. After coming down, Old York fell into a deep sleep unknowingly, and fell asleep...