Chapter 94 The Lady in the Lake
He needs a complete detoxification method.
Lann scanned the documents flying in the sky and the bottles and jars on the floor in the laboratory. Using such a dangerous creature for experiments, how could the laboratory not have the corresponding antidote?
Even if there is no antidote, there must be other antidote methods.
It’s just that the pile of experimental notes that is enough to reach the roof and the bottles and cans that are enough to fill several walls is not a problem that can be solved in a few hours. Lane needed more time.
The last skill point, add some - general skill, [Gourmet]!
[Gourmet]: The health value recovered by eating food increases.
In this way, as long as you have enough food, you should be able to get enough time.
Lann glanced at everything in the laboratory, and then he saw Black Wind.
The poor horse fell to the ground, with broken bones, bleeding all over, and could no longer stand up.
This kind of injury is already crippled to the horse, and it's hard to say whether it can even survive.
Seeing his master staggering over, Heifeng rolled his eyes happily and wanted to neigh but had no strength and could only snort a few times.
It saved Lann today, more than once.
Lann looked at the horse galloping on the battlefield with sad eyes, and while stroking its mane, he whispered softly: "I'm sorry,
Black Wind.
But please hold on a little longer, there must be something in Thomas Moreu's notes that can be Save our content. I will come up with a solution for you after I have detoxified you. Those deadly mutation drugs will definitely solve the problem.
If I can't find a solution, I will go to Mossak, and he will definitely be able to keep you alive. Even if you can't run again in the future, I will always keep you, and the life of a stallion is pretty good, right?
Just hold on for a little longer, Black Wind, hold on for a little longer."
After saying that, he looked up at the hero. The metal cabin of Long Moru's culture cabin has been completely destroyed, but the infusion pipes connected behind it are still usable.
These are the nutrient solutions and mutation potions that allowed Geron Moru to sustain life for more than a hundred years without eating or drinking.
Even though he knew it would be of little help, Lan still reluctantly inserted these tubes into Black Wind's body. These potions were much gentler than those used in animal experiments, and Lan could feel Hei Feng's body immediately relax.
"Hold on for a little longer, Black Wind. It may take me a few days or even ten days to hold on for a little longer."
After saying that, Lan stood up, picked up the ax, walked to the body of the albino giant centipede, and gave it a chop. The centipede's huge body was frozen into an ice sculpture by Geron's [Alder Seal: Thorn] and then shattered into pieces the size of a human head. The thick carapace was extremely fragile.
Lann chewed hard on the chunks of meat that tasted like ice cream, but his palate was numbed by the poison and could not taste anything.
He couldn't go out and eat humanoid monsters such as ghouls and water ghosts. Fortunately, the centipede cut by the portal was one meter long and thicker than a human. It could be eaten for a long time after being broken into ice cubes.
The speed of health loss was quickly offset by the recovery speed increased by [Gourmet]. Lann picked up the short knife and slashed at his black and swollen leg, bleeding and releasing a large amount of venom at the same time.
This time, the health value jumped sharply down like a bungee jump, but finally the health recovery speed and the toxic damage reached a weak balance, keeping the health value at a heartbreakingly low value.
The blood loss made Lan feel dizzy again. He bandaged the wound, chewed the frozen centipede meat vigorously and began to look through Thomas Moreu's notes viciously, mumbling indistinctly: "Come on -
Thomas ·Molu. I have forgotten which round this is our fight, and I will defeat you this time, for sure." ...
Toussaint
, an unknown lakeside.
Swade's eyes slowly opened, and he felt as if his body was almost falling apart as if he had been hit by a horse.
He tried his best to recall the memories before he fell into coma, and suddenly his whole body bounced up.
"Your Majesty the Earl!"
the attendant shouted loudly.
There is a quiet and beautiful lake in front of you. The surface of the lake is like emerald. There is a small island in the center of the lake. The lake is surrounded by dense forests, and mountains can be seen in the distance.
Only there was no swearer called by Swade.
An old voice sounded behind Swade:
"There is no Earl of yours here... look at this, right?"
Swade suddenly turned around and saw an old man wearing a rough tawny robe squatting. Behind him, a strong man with white hair and black armor lay unconscious on the ground.
"Mr. Geralt!" Swader said in surprise, stepping forward with concern.
The old man took two steps back and said to the alert Sward: "It seems that he is not your earl anymore... is he your comrade? The injuries are much heavier than yours, but they are not fatal. Don't worry."
Swade hesitated for a moment, lifted his guard and thanked the old man, saying, "I'm sorry for disturbing the old man. I think you saved us. Thank you very much. Where is this place? What should I call you?" "This is Lake Sailawe
. , and I am just a hermit without a name." The hermit seemed to be very impressed by Swade's thanks, and he took out something from his back with a smile.
"I think this is yours too, right?"
Sward looked intently and saw that it was the lion-headed sword that Lann had given him. He couldn't help but feel sad and fell to the ground holding the sword.
The hermit watched Sward's emotional changes and suddenly said: "This is a good sword, and its owner is also a brave warrior. Looking at your clothes, you seem to be a knight?" Sward knelt on the ground
. It took him a while to calm down his emotions slightly. At this moment, he just wanted to take Geralt back to Beauclair to find his teammates and search for Lann together. But when faced with the question of his savior, Sward, who had been taught by words and deeds by Lann's side, still reluctantly replied politely: "
I am not a knight, I am just a squire. This is not my sword, this is my Earl. Your Majesty's sword."
The hermit nodded clearly, and then said: "A squire can also be a 'knight'. A knight is not just a status, but a symbol of virtue. I know a better sword, hidden here. at the bottom of the lake, but only those with the five virtues of knighthood can catch it.
I have been living near here, hoping that someone will appear who can take the sword away, a person who combines bravery, honor, mercy, and generosity. , Wise Knight, do you want to give it a try?"
Sward had already checked Geralt's situation at this time, and felt that the hermit's words were ridiculous.
He was very grateful to the hermit for saving him, but his remarks about gifting him the sword made him feel that the old man was too old to have a brain problem.
"I am not a knight, and I cannot shamelessly admit that I have the five virtues of knighthood you mentioned. I am just an oathbreaker who failed to protect my sworn lord. I only have the five virtues of knighthood you mentioned. I have seen it in my Lord Earl, he is a true knight."
Sward carried Geralt behind his back and asked the hermit: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hermit, I need to take my companion back to Beauclair as soon as possible. Go for treatment, do you know how to get to Beauclair?"
The hermit pointed in a direction: "Even if you walk here, it's far away from Beauclair, not to mention you are carrying a person on your back. I
have a suggestion. Tell me the name of the earl who you mentioned has the five virtues of knighthood. I can Help you reach Beauclair quickly."
Swade was shocked: "Do you have a bullock cart?"
He looked around, but he didn't find what he was looking for, and he was a little disappointed. But when faced with the hermit's question, he still said sadly: "My lord's name is Lann Lannister Leanne, but his life and death are unknown now. I returned to Beauclair to find my companions just to save him together." The
hermit Nodding with satisfaction: "Lann Lannister Leanne? There are some familiar names. Since his life and death are unknown, I just want to do you a favor and let me take a look..." Take a look
? Swade stared at the hermit who seemed to be in a daze in confusion, secretly thinking that the old man who saved his life might have been a man obsessed with chivalry stories when he was young, so that he got dementia in old age.
He no longer hoped for the help of the hermit, and when he was about to carry Geralt on his back, he suddenly heard a loud crash from the lake behind him.
Looking back, I saw that the water at the edge of the lake was slowly rising in a flow that was contrary to common sense, as if a big hand made of lake water was wrapping the entire lake.
On the small island in the center of the lake, the hermit slowly floated up.
Swade opened his mouth wide, stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't even notice that Geralt was slowly sliding to the ground on his back.
He was about to say something about the miraculous scene in front of him, but suddenly he heard the hermit in the center of the lake begin to scream.
The hermit screamed in mid-air in fear. The scream seemed to be distorted and changed from an old male voice to a shrill female voice. The old body also turned into a naked green man in Swade's stunned eyes. Hair woman.
This...
Sward was stunned and felt as if he had lost the ability to speak. At this moment, the poems and legends I had heard collided in my mind, and only four words appeared in my mind -
Fairy in the Lake.
And the next second the fairy in the lake revealed her true form, she jumped into the water like a fish encountering its natural enemy.
Swade hurried forward to take a look, only the lake surface was crystal clear, with rocks and sand visible. Where was the lake fairy?
Everything that happened seemed like a dream. Only the soil moistened by the splashing water of the lake just now could tell a little bit about what happened here.
Sward staggered into the lake, roaring and shouting: "Lady of the Lake! You just saw the Earl, right?" "Is
he still alive?"
"Tell me!"
"Tell me!"
Sword Squire's The cry echoed around the lake, only the trees could hear it. At the end of his shouting, his voice began to choke, and he finally couldn't help but slowly fell to his knees.
(End of chapter)