Chapter 129 I’ll Come to the Rescue, You Don’t Have to Wait for the Senior Priest!

"Save people! Come here, all the priests! Come here! Ed, go to the Temple of the God of War to invite the Archbishop! Melissa, go to the camp over there in the county and see if there are any high-ranking priests. Please come over if you can! Old Barney, Hold on! Hold on!!!"

It's a seriously wounded person...and a seriously injured person that the priests present can't handle, or don't dare to take action on. Priest Hilde followed Gretel and rushed out of the tent, and was immediately stunned.

Outside the tent, there were no stretchers or wounded soldiers. Only Bernard, the barbarian, stood with his arms folded and a big bone stick that was taller than a man poking at the side. Half a blade of grass was hanging up and down at the corner of his mouth, and he was chewing it happily.

By the way...the injured are not soldiers, but knights, and they will not be sent here. Those who are qualified to invite an archbishop may still be a high-level knight!

He followed Grete and ran forward. After bypassing a row of exquisite single-person tents, he rushed to the central open space and suddenly stood still.

In the middle of the clearing lay a seriously injured knight, probably Old Barney. His face was as white as his beard, and there was a pool of blood all over his body. A spear pierced diagonally from his abdomen and penetrated directly to his back.

There was a circle of people around Old Barney, and two attendants supported him on the left and right, making him lie on his side. One of them wore an armor with the same emblem as old Barney, and his eyes were red from crying. At a glance, he knew that he was the nephew or grandson of the injured person.

Some people went to call the high-ranking priest, and some went to get the healing potion. Seven or eight priests surrounded him and chanted hard. White light fell like rain, but no one dared to touch the spear.

This injury...

Hilde also froze. It's definitely impossible to treat minor injuries, and it feels like there's nothing you can do about the third- and fourth-level priests' ability to treat moderate injuries. And this spear, this spear...

If you don't pull it out, someone will definitely die. If you pull it out, someone will die on the spot...

what to do?

what to do!

"Take off his armor!" A firm voice suddenly raised, Hilde turned his head and saw Gretel rushing past him like the wind:

"Cut off the spear and carry him to the tent! Quick!"

"The armor is strung on a spear!" A kneeling attendant subconsciously replied. Grete didn’t even think about it:

"Twist off the connection on the side! Cut the plate armor through the hole and tear it to both sides!"

Really, why couldn't this kind of thing be done in advance? In the previous life, someone had to deal with this kind of steel bar penetration before going to the operating table. Usually it's the fire brigade - oh, forget, there's no fire brigade here. Then there is no other way but to hope that someone will show their subjective initiative...

Gretel cursed, knelt down next to Old Barney, and reached out to touch the injured man's carotid artery. A priest stretched out his hand to stop him:

"Little Gretel, you——"

Before he finished speaking, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind and lifted the priest up. Hilde glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the barbarian had come closer at some point. He grabbed the priest by the collar like a chicken and gently lifted the priest's feet off the ground, raising his height by two feet on the spot. The barbarian didn't hit or scold him, he just turned the person away:

"Don't hinder the master!"

The poor priest was attacked unexpectedly. His face was green with fright and his lips were white. He could only nod. Fortunately, Grete turned around and said hello:

"Bernard, come help!"

The barbarian responded, let go of the priest, and ran over. The healers looked at the two-meter-tall barbarian, and at least half of them subconsciously took a step back, their prayers garbled.

Most of the high-level priests responsible for healing at the scene were priests of the goddess of spring water. ——Priests of the God of War have high survivability on the battlefield, and servants of the God of Nature have strong survivability in the wild. Most of them have been sent out.

The priests of the Spring Goddess did not practice physical combat power, so when such a barbarian rushed towards them, they were like a tiger among the sheep.

For a moment everything was silent. There were seven or eight priests and priests present, ranging from level six to level one, watching helplessly as the barbarian knelt down beside the injured. He stretched out his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, dug a finger into the hole in the armor, then raised his muscles and shouted:

"open!!!"

In a heart-wrenching creaking sound, Old Barney's armor was actually torn into two pieces by him.

Eyeballs were bouncing all over the floor. Even Priest Hilde, who was born into a well-known family, slowly opened his mouth and looked at Gretel, speechless for a while:

Where did you find such a follower? You are only a first-level priest, first-level! When I was promoted last year, the followers my grandfather gave me were only fifth-level knights...

Once a strong man takes action, he will know if there is any. The two knight attendants each held the spear shaft while the barbarian Bernard cut off the spear with an axe. Gretel immediately greeted:

"Quick! Carry him in! Carry him into the tent! - Your Excellencies, please continue to release the healing spell and just hang him alive!"

He turned to lead the way, and two knight attendants bent down to lift the stretcher and followed closely. The priests from the Order of the God of Nature and the Temple of the God of War followed immediately. The others still had questions, so they couldn't help but follow the crowd after being pulled by their companions, and ran towards the big tent where the wounded soldiers were being treated.

Priest Hilde turned around and ran away. After rushing into the tent, the operating table was already surrounded by healers. Grete's figure in a linen shirt was submerged among them, and he could hardly be seen at first glance. Walking a few steps further, you can hear someone trying to persuade you:

"Little Gretel, can you do this?"

"If it doesn't work, just brush up on the healing skills first. I've already gone to call someone..."

"Yes, this injury is too dangerous..."

"Hey, do you really want to cut him open? Do you want to wait a moment? Mr. Martin will be here soon..."

Hilde stood on tiptoes outside the crowd and stretched her neck to take a look. Between the gap between his shoulder and neck, he saw Gretel holding a sharp knife and looking around:

"Can anyone cast the tranquility spell? ...No? Forget it. Fortunately, the person is unconscious and can only be dissected directly...Anthony! Marino! Help pull the hook! - Hilde! Be prepared!"

"I'm coming!" Hilde squeezed into the crowd. Before he could stand still, the sharp knife in Grete's hand plunged into the injured man's abdominal cavity and made a slash.

Blood surged wildly.

"...Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Half the crowd screamed. The priests of the Fountain Goddess collectively took a step back.

"Hilde! Draw away the blood!"

Grete yelled uncontrollably.

Priest Hilde reflexively began to pray. As he chanted, a stream of blood rose up like a rainbow and fell to the ground following his gestures.

At the same time, two curved hooks, one on the left and one on the right, had already caught up with Old Barney's abdomen and pulled it apart forcefully. The translucent mage's hands appeared one after another, gently reaching between the injured's organs, picking up, turning, searching, and pinching a broken blood vessel.

"Treat minor injuries!"

"coming!"

A white light fell. The lowest level one can be used by priest apprentices to treat minor injuries. No one in the third or fourth level can just release dozens of them. The white light passed by, and the blood vessels healed immediately. The mage's hand relaxed slightly, and the bright red blood began to flow again.

"Treat minor injuries!"

"I come!"

"Treat minor injuries!"

"Treat minor injuries!"

In Old Barney's belly, the mage's hands searched in an orderly manner, bit by bit. The healing spells were lowered one by one following Grete's orders, and the gurgling blood flow slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

"The situation has improved!" The sixth-level priest who led the prayer suddenly exclaimed:

"The healing technique can be slowed down!"

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