Eliza's little face turned pale. Her eyes were dark and her throat was slightly sweet. A moment later, a blood-soaked liquid gushed out of his mouth like a suddenly unscrewed faucet.

I saw the petite body of the little cat girl shake a few times and fall on her back.

"Eliza!"

Old Tom didn't care about the inlaid shield still in his hand, and hurriedly held his adopted daughter in his arms.

Eliza, who fell into Old Tom's arms, turned paler and paler, and the blood stains on the corners of her mouth were frightening. And what particularly alarmed Old Tom was Eliza's breath, the little cat girl, who was still vigorous a minute ago, became angry in a moment, obviously less in and more in and out.

Based on Tom Sr.'s experience for most of his life, this situation is obviously a reaction to a severe injury to the internal organs, and if it is not treated in time, death will come quickly!

He hurriedly jumped off the fence and went straight to the main camp in the center of the camp. The priests of the temple of Notos are concentrated in the main account, and it is undoubtedly the most appropriate to find a priest if you want to be treated.

"What's wrong with her?"

Mildis, who was holding the "tinder", saw the big man with a white beard hurrying by, and immediately cast a curious look. Glancing at Eliza in Old Tom's arms, the little dwarf immediately jumped up.

"It's backlash, backlash!"

What does the caster mean by "regurgitation"? Magic backlash, of course.

Because of interference in the casting process, or simply because the caster himself is not operating properly or casting the spell incorrectly, the Mana in the body will lose control and impact itself. Minor moments of dizziness and nothingness; In the worst case, he vomited blood from his mouth and fell to the ground and died. This phenomenon is called magic backlash.

Eliza's injuries were caused by a spell that had gone out of control, and Mildis recognized it with just a glance.

"Quick, quick! Give her this to drink! ”

The little dwarf stopped Old Tom, and then hurriedly took out a small vial of gray potion from his coat pocket, opened the cap and stuffed it directly into Old Tom's hand.

"Quick! Feed it! Feed it and you'll be fine! This medicine has been used by Mildis and it works! ”

As soon as the gray potion was opened, it emitted a strong strange smell. The strange smell is mixed with sourness and astringency, just like the taste that comes from the spoilage of food. Not to mention drinking such an elixir, it makes people sick when you smell it!

Old Tom, who was holding Eliza, had all his hair and almost threw up today's breakfast.

In the eyes of Elune's ordinary people, the caster is synonymous with mystery, and mystery means power. Mildis is a formidable illusionist, but his appearance is at odds with his strength. The appearance of the little dwarf makes people feel completely powerful, not to mention the spirit of a king, and it is very polite not to treat him as a clown or a child after seeing it. Instead, I always want to laugh.

If it were an old sage with a gray beard, or a nobleman in fancy clothes, then no matter how strange the potion was, it would not cause any doubts. Both patients and family members will not hesitate to follow the "doctor's instructions".

Now to give Eliza such a strange bottle of potion to drink, as long as it is a normal person, she will refuse! So old Tom hesitated. However, his hesitation was only for a moment, and Eliza's pale face became more and more bloodless, and her breath became weaker. This made Old Tom make a decision at once, believing in Mildis!

The gray potion came to Eliza's mouth and slowly poured it into her mouth.

The pungent smell combined with the disgusting smell made Catwoman turn her head in refusal, even though she was already confused. Her lack of cooperation caused some of the potion to slip down her little face to the ground, and then she choked herself unsurprisingly.

In the violent coughing, blood and gray medicine flew together, and Old Tom's expression became more and more worried.

At the same time, a large number of goblins approached the fence with various magic arrows. The magic arrows of the Elven Demon Archer are certainly very lethal, but the number of elves is too small. Compared to hundreds or thousands of green-skinned monsters, the number of magic shooters is less than a fraction of the opponent's. The sheer numerical disadvantage forced the elven archers to draw their bows frequently, and their stamina and mana were quickly depleted, forcing them to abandon attacks on mediocre goblins and instead turn their arrows to higher-value targets such as Fallen Wizards and Trolls.

The soldiers who were waiting up and down the fence began to engage the enemy. The soldiers in the formation were mainly militiamen, with knights as the backbone, and they responded to the enemy with spears.

After nearly two months of marching and low-intensity fighting on the march, the militia's morale and strength have grown considerably. Compared to the collapse of facing the undead before departure, the militia showed full tenacity at this moment. They used the spear as a long weapon to give full play to the advantages of being an inch long and an inch strong, as long as the array did not collapse, the attack of the goblin was basically a one-sided slaughter.

However, battles, especially those that have developed to a certain scale, will not only tilt the balance of battles according to the strength of the individuals participating in the battle, but will also be affected by many factors. For example, the piles of goblin corpses, the ground that has become slippery due to blood infiltration......

The battled soldier raised his spear and stabbed the goblin in front of him with a short mallet. The sharp metal head easily pierced the abdomen of the little green-skinned monster, and the tip of the spear fell one after another with colorful internal organs. The battered goblin let out a high-pitched scream, took a few steps before falling to the ground, without a sound.

The successful soldier tightened the spear in his hand and let out a hoarse shout: "Kill!" ”

The soldiers who were fighting around responded one after another, and for a while, the sound of killing in the array shook the sky.

The next moment, the knight in the array shouted: "Raise the shield, raise the shield!" Raise your shield! ”

The soldiers didn't have time to think about it, and they raised their shields one after another. In an instant, shields were raised, like walls blocking the front of the array. Immediately, there was a series of small cracking sounds from the shield, and the arm holding the shield also felt the continuous heavy impact.

- Gravel Scattershot from a Troll!

The soldiers had practiced the tactical action of raising their shields countless times, and it was clear that the time had come to test their results. The soldiers who passed the examination were almost injured by mistake except for the slight soreness of their arms, and the soldiers who failed the examination were hit by stones falling from the sky and broke their heads and bled bleeding, although the injuries were not serious, but they were particularly embarrassed.

Immediately after, the soldiers in the front row let out an exclamation.

At some point, four-legged beasts the size of goats emerged from the thick frost mist. They have bright green eyes, long faces, protruding noses, and pointed ears. The hair on his body is grayish-brown, and he stands like sharp needles.

"Wolves! There are wolves! ”

The screams of the soldiers grew terrible.

Compared with large beasts such as tigers and lions, wolves are smaller in size, but they pose no less threat than lions and tigers. In particular, the gray wolves that live in the frost and mist forests, they are called the misty gray wolves, and they are the same name as the snowy frost wolves in the north, and are the protagonists of the legend "Wolf Plague" that circulates in the southern region of Kartass.

The soldiers didn't know the origin of the gray wolf that suddenly appeared in front of them, but this did not stop the soldiers from fearing. Compared with the wolf in the mountains and forests of the misty lake, the gray wolf in front of him is completely superior in size and momentum, and he knows that it is not easy to mess with at a glance!

An extraordinarily large gray wolf slowly emerged from the frost mist.

Frost and mist wrapped around its body. The thick mist lingered, like a tailor-made cloak, long dragging behind him. The most striking thing is its hair, which has a metallic sheen that looks like an iron piece of armor.

The gray wolf jumped onto a stump of a bare tree, and a pair of green eyes stared at the human camp.

- It should be the leader of the wolf pack, commonly known as the head wolf!

Everyone who saw the gray wolf's posture thought so.

The head wolf looked around at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, and after a moment, he threw back his hair and let out a long roar.

"Whew!"

The deep roar seemed to be the clarion call for a general attack, and more gray wolves emerged from the frost mist. They all roared at the same time, and a loud roar overshadowed the noise of the battlefield for a while.

The goblins who were attacking the camp were suppressed. Even under the combined influence of Bloodlust and Berserk, the little green-skinned monsters began to flee, and even several Fallen Wizards turned around and ran.

The trolls who acted as human trebuchets were also suppressed. The trolls had already suffered heavy losses under the attack of the elven demon archers, and when they heard the wolf roar, they simply dropped the stones and turned around and ran, plunging headlong into the frost mist.

The soldiers of the Nornwei were also restrained.

The huge head of the wolf entrenched on the stump was the size of a calf, and its green eyes not only shone with bloodthirsty brilliance, but also with sparks of wisdom.

It is a beast, but it is undoubtedly intelligent. The knowledge that the Acting Lord had popularized little by little through jokes quickly came to mind.

- Beasts and monsters are also high and low. Hey, don't believe it! The more disciplined the beasts, the more detailed the distinction between the high and the low among them.

- Ants, for example! In the south of the Mazta continent, there is a group of big insects in the desert, one of them is as tall as you! Leading among them is the larger beetle, the overlord-level being, and there are countless small beetles and other bugs below. Oh yes, it's like a country, a kingdom built underground!

- What should you do when you encounter such a hegemon-level demonic beast? Escape, of course! But basically, there is no escape. So have a little courage, and for the sake of being able to die with dignity, pull out your weapons and fight hard! Oh, who can clean up this monster, you ask? Not...... I! I, for sure, can't beat it. To clean up this monster, at least Count DeHarus is on board. The Venerable of the Golden Rank should be able to clean up this monster by himself if he is careful.

- But don't worry, you can't usually touch these monsters. Overlord-level, you think it's a cabbage. And if you came across? Oh, pray yourself for good luck and keep a whole corpse.

The head wolf in front of him gradually overlapped with the image of the overlord-level demonic beast in the story, which immediately caused a panic among the soldiers.