Thernhill supported him from below and held him in his arms.
He turned around and drew his sword to block the light coming from the sword.
Then he made another big turn while holding him.
Using his speed and acuity, he synthesized the movements together and moved smoothly.
With an unusually tall figure, the hem of his robe swung away as he turned, and the whole world seemed to turn with him.
Although as a person involved, I did not see this stunningly beautiful scene, the elves who were watching in stunned silence were undoubtedly stunned by the beauty of their king.
And she. . .
I feel like crying, but my calf is in burning pain.
It must be injured.
As for the extent of the injury, I don’t even have the courage to see.
I will inevitably suffer again later.
It's hateful, heaven must be playing tricks on her, it must be.
Her teammates did not have the protection of the Black Feather Pendant, so the mana in the underworld was gradually replaced in the heaven, and she was the only one with two kinds of mana.
But when they met the elves, a race that "hate the darkness", the weapons they produced were all aimed at the demons.
Finally, a guy banned the use of arrows, and she was unlucky with the sword again, and it’s not over yet She asked weakly, almost in despair: "Are there any similar things?
Can you put them all away next time?
I will definitely die."
"I will ask them to check them all."
Thernhill shook the sword in his hand.
For such a long sword, the shake was naturally more dazzling and breathtaking than an ordinary sword.
With a twist of his wrist, he raised his hand high and inserted the long sword directly into the scabbard hanging on his waist without even looking at it.
Only a person that tall can sheath such a long sword like this; if you are not tall enough, you can only hold the scabbard in one hand and the sword in the other.
Aim it and stuff it in.
With just one move, all the elves were completely surrendered, plus the previous series.
You can't blame the elves for their mouths were slightly open, as if they were about to drool.
Although Sneijder came over, Thurnhill freed his hands first, hugged her up, and gave orders while walking towards the castle: "Go and get the medicine, needle and thread, cotton for bandage, change of clothes, everything."
Get ready."
Immediately, Elleras, Alandel, and several elves jumped up and went very quickly to prepare according to the order.
Being held by the king in full view of everyone, the looks he received were complicated.
Hot and spicy.
But she had no time to consider other people's feelings and murmured worriedly: "Needle and thread..."
Thurnhill, who was holding her in his arms, still had a gentle and elegant voice, gentle and demure: "If the wound is too deep, the only way is to sew it up.
The stitches will be removed when it is ready."
Stitches, her leg seemed to be seriously injured, so she requested: "As for stitches, Rudolf is good at it, let him do it if necessary."
She looked sideways and saw her teammates following her.
Reger was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, half of this trouble is caused by you, so you should be the one to hug me."
Before Sneijder could respond.
Rudolf took the lead and said: "Hold him over and hug him over.
It will hurt if he pulls on the wound.
It will also aggravate the injury.
Sneijder is also tired from the beating.
Besides, His Majesty holds him firmly, so he should be informal in doing things."
"I knew you would say this.
You are all guys who only look at the results and not the process.
Your calmness is really scary."
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Regel's intention in saying this may have been heard by Thurnhill.
If it were someone else, they would explain that it was indeed the case, and that it was all just for her injury.
But Thernhill just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued to hold her forward without saying anything.
He really carried out his tsundere style to the end: I am the king, there is no need to explain, you can do whatever you want. .
After being sent directly to her room, Thurnhill slowly put her on the bed.
Perhaps it was the first time she saw him bending over.
Even when he went to pour wine on the table, he kept his waist straight and his head straight.
He kept his head high and only lowered his eyelids.
All he could see in his eyes was the elf king's extremely beautiful face, so close, so close-up.
Different from the skin of Caucasians, the skin is so thin and white that no pores or blemishes can be seen even when you are so close.
Only gods and non-human undead like her can have skin as fine as porcelain.
The elves are indeed the ethnic group closest to the gods.
If I were to write down a word to describe the elves, it would be: "They are made of the condensed spirit of the gods.
They are tall and thin, with an unusually handsome appearance..."
After Thurnhill put her down, he straightened up and took two steps back, while she kept looking at this beauty's every movement and posture, every tiny and picturesque expression.
I don't know whether it was numbness or distraction, but the injury on my leg didn't hurt much anymore.
Elleras and Alaindel ran over with healing things, and other elves also started to move things into the room.
Alaindel was about to step forward when Thurnhill raised her hand to stop her, her head held high turned to Rudolph and Sneijder, her beautiful eyes glanced slightly: "I think you would rather let you handle her."
Of course, I am very willing to make amends for the wounds.”
What he said was very appropriate, and he didn't just stand by because he felt dirty.
Logically speaking, it was his tribesmen who made mistakes that led to the injury, but they didn't specify it at all.
Apparently they thought they were smart people and said these things.
Rudolph did not answer directly, expressing his opinion with actions. . .
He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands: "Expose the wound.
If it's sticky, just cut it off."
So Sneed and Gordon came to help her prepare.
There were already slits in the robe, all scratched.
This sword is also powerful, even if it is just light, it is as sharp as a knife.
Gently lifting the hem of her robe, she saw that she was not wearing any obscene pants.
Fortunately, she was not wearing any, otherwise so much blood would have stuck to her.
It was about half a foot long, spanning the entire calf, about two millimeters deep, and the skin of the wound was slightly everted.
If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely feel that the wound is very deep, but for someone who is used to seeing all kinds of wounds, this can only be regarded as a trivial matter.
Alandel couldn't help but remind her: "Clean the wound with holy water and check the recovery before sewing it up."
Sneed sat on the edge of the bed and carefully moved her legs to his own.
Thernhill tilted his head towards Alandel, indicating that he could help.
So Alaindel picked up a wooden basin and placed it under her legs, while Omrod handed the holy water to Gordon.
Gordon came over with a clay pot containing holy water.
She quickly signaled to stop: "Wait a minute."
Grabbing the blanket from the side, he simply folded a corner and held it between his teeth.
Holy water has a strong hemostatic effect, but it also hurts like hell when poured.
With so many people watching, nothing can be said to be too cowardly.
"Wait a minute."
Alandel took a piece of cotton cloth that was ready to be used as a bandage and handed it over: "Use this."
This is cleaner and a good size.
Sneed took it and folded it with "Thank you" and let her bite it with her teeth.
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Alandel explained: "Rinse all the blood from the wound and it will stop the bleeding.
It just hurts a little."
It still hurts a little.
It hurt like hell, and it was smoking.
At this time, Thernhil turned around and left silently, glancing at Omrod and Elleras before leaving.
Although Omrod was a little reluctant.
But they still followed him.
The other elves naturally understood and left with him, and the room was cleared at once.
Most of the people were missing.
"Does it hurt when the water is poured in?"
Bregel, who was finishing the cotton next to him, saw how prepared she was.
So he asked.
She nodded, sweat broke out on her forehead and nose, and her whole body was covered in sweat.
Now her body was completely weaker than a normal person.
Reger then put down the cotton cloth and walked over, holding her shoulders.
She was so angry that she took the cloth from her mouth and said, "No need."
"You'd better hold it down, you're most afraid of pain."
Regel's words made people angry and funny.
"Let's do this."
Sneijder changed his position and hugged her from behind: "Just hold her legs."
So Sneed hugged her, while Regel sat on the edge of the bed and moved her legs to his own to hold them down.
The calves extended out of the bed.
Rudolph took the clay pot from Gordon's hand and said to her: "Bear with it."
She bit the cloth.
He nodded and closed his eyes.
When the holy water was poured on his legs, it felt like high-purity alcohol poured on a wound. . .
"Yeah" It hurt so much that she gritted her teeth and held in her breath.
Rudolph didn't care whether it hurt or not, he just did it as effectively as possible, and continued to pour water on it.
He didn't stop until the blood on the wound was washed away: "The bleeding has stopped."
And she was really in excruciating pain, and her tense body suddenly went limp.
Why don't you faint from the pain like last time?
It would be great if you faint.
It must be that the body is used to the pain coming and going, and has become more and more resistant to pain.
"Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Sneijder took the cloth from her loosened teeth as if coaxing a child.
"How is it?"
Regel asked, his eyes should be looking at the wound.
"Logically, such a wound needs stitches."
Rudolph's words made her almost faint, and she continued to suffer, but he said: "Since the bleeding has stopped, a bandage should be fine.
I don't think Cheng can bear much.
People who hurt.”
It's a bit annoying to say something so dismissive, but it's good news for her at this point, at least she won't need stitches.
Rudolf helped her use cloth strips and wrapped them tightly around the wound: "Actually, you can't feel anything from the stitches.
The flesh is numb at this time."
But it's still scary when a needle sticks into the flesh.
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She didn't have the strength to say anything, she just breathed weakly through her mouth.
Is this level just for her to suffer the punishment of flesh and blood?
"What's going on?"
Gordon frowned: "Why do you want to fight with the elf boy in a sword fight?
Why can't you bear your temper and go online as soon as you pick a sword?"
Of course Sneijder is not an impulsive person: "It's not a challenge, it's a hard challenge.
Omrod stuck the sword on the ground in front of me, and then slashed at me with the sword.
If it were you, what would you do?
" This is someone else's territory.
It's already a duel.
If you are stabbed to death by a sword, your death will be in vain.
Then you can only pick up the sword to resist.
You can't be injured by the sword.
"Maybe it was just an accident."
Gordon thought about it for a moment, and then said with some admiration: "The elves are really fast.
While we were still using mana, several of them had already rushed out."
"We must rush out."
Rudolph washed his hands aside: "He was injured for the third time.
If the Elf King doesn't do something, other lords will doubt his ability."
"The Elf King's movements are so cool."
Regel couldn't help but admire, and apologized to Sneijder: "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, he's really handsome."
Sneijder was quite generous: "I didn't have time at all, but luckily he picked up Qianxun."
"Even if you catch it, you will be injured.
Even if your ability can catch Cheng, you can't care about the second sword light."
Rudolph's evaluation is always very objective.
Absolutely no, Omrod would take this sword, but it's possible that he only had two swords, the usual sword was given to Sneed, and he would have to get another sword to use.
He also said that this sword was a family heirloom.
Things are just that small, accept your bad luck After the bandage was done, her legs were put back on the bed.
Sneijder wiped her face with a wet cloth: "Look, there's so much sweat."
Not having the strength to speak, Regel gritted his teeth and said, "They are all damn swords."
The teammates discussed softly, and the last words before falling asleep were, Rudolph said: "She can't go up anyway."
When I woke up, it was already the next day.
Her teammates were all gone, and Alandel was with her.
Seeing her getting up with support, Alandel put a pillow behind her: "They all went to get ready."
It turned out that a group of guards patrolling in the early morning found a fallen tree fruit on the grass.
This was a signal.
Although the fruit was very small and was still smashed after falling from such a high place, it was also a signal that proved that the fruit above had begun to grow.
Result.
"When you're ready, you can set off."
Alandel was saying as the door opened.
It was Alelas who came in and told Alaindel to get ready quickly and to follow her, maybe she would leave soon.
Alandel was immediately excited, "The king asked me to go."
"Yes."
Elleras said: "Me, you, and Omrod are following."
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Alaindel smiled apologetically at her and immediately went out to prepare.
"When will we leave?"
She also knew that she couldn't go.
With her calf injured like this, it would only add to the trouble.
"Leave when all your people are ready."
Elleras replied.
"It's so fast, why don't we leave tomorrow morning?"
The news came too suddenly, and she felt a little hasty.
Elleras walked to the bed and sat down: "Your teammates seem to be very anxious.
Now that the news has been told to them, setting off tomorrow morning will only make them sleep poorly tonight."
This is correct.
If it were her, she would not be able to sleep well.
She would want to put on her wings and fly up immediately.
"Alain'del, come with me, and my father will send new elves to take care of you.
Alain'del is very capable.
I originally thought that my father would not agree, but after hesitating for a long time, I brought it up.
As long as I think it's good, I won't.
The reason for not agreeing is that safety is the most important thing."
Alelas took advantage of this free time to chat with her and smiled to himself: "He cares about me."
It's not that the Elf King doesn't mind, but what can she do in the tree, and there are four of her teammates nearby.
Naturally, his son's safety is more important than the scandal with the female captain of his patrol team
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