Chapter 569: Can't cure, dare not cure

Chapter 569: Can't cure, dare not cure

Everyone was shocked when they saw what Gondor said.

"What?! You killed Alan Vina?"

"Did he escape to the Thracian mission camp as a means of escape?"

"Impossible! That light is clearly heading towards the northern sky, and the Thracian mission is stationed in the east!"

"Did you kill the wrong person?"

In the midst of the chaos, Gondor sighed and sent another sentence: "I heard the Thracian ambassador just now that he asked Alan Vena to go to the Pret workshop to investigate, and if the conditions are right, the Pret will be taken out. The couple got killed - so I just stabbed him to death, understand?"

Then everyone realized that it was a mistake.

No... I'm not mistaken, Alan Weiner will come to Pratt's workshop, it is indeed the ambassador's idea.

"Good kill!" said Prett savagely. "Should kill!"

"Yes, it should be killed!" Panda also expressed his support.

"Should kill +1!"

"Seconded!"

"+2!"

A group of people agreed, and no one disapproved of Gondor's knife.

After a while, Pret became worried again: "The Thracian ambassador just died, will something big happen?"

"No matter how big it is, it will not be bigger than Alan Weiner's serious injury and escaping back." Wang Tuhao said, "You can rest assured that Richard will not have the intention to trouble you again."

"That's right, Alan Weiner has given up half his life. Richard will never have the courage to trouble you again - what he has to worry about now is that we will trouble him!" Panda laughed viciously.

He looked around and asked, "I'm going to go to Thrace to see if I can find Alan Vena and kill him, or if I can assassinate Richard. Who would you like to go with?"

More than a dozen voices answered in a mess, and many people simply raised their hands.

Panda turned to look at Prett: "As we leave, the construction progress of the Crystal Palace will probably be slowed down a lot..."

"It doesn't matter, it's important!" Pratt interrupted him and replied solemnly.

Panda nodded and used the command to return to the city. The whole person turned into a golden light and disappeared without a trace.

After a while, a large group of people came to the side of the human cannon.

"Are you sure you all want to go to Thrace?" asked Uncle Volibear, who was in charge of the artillery in the world. "So many people?"

"That's right, we're going to trouble Richard. It's not enough to have fewer people," Panda replied.

Volibear thought for a while, then smiled: "To trouble the tyrant? I agree! Go and help me cut him, that **** deserves a thousand cuts!"

When he and Panda went to observe the battle of Leyton, he witnessed the tragedy of Leyton village after being massacred by the Thracian army. Although it had been a long time, he never forgot about it. Now the traversers are going to trouble Richard, and he just wants to go together!

Moments later, a figure pierced the night sky and roared away.

Around three o'clock in the night, the traversers who had recovered from their weak state gathered at a farm not far from Thrace.

"What are we going to do?" asked Redding the Lion. "Should we just shoot in now? Or wait until tomorrow to sneak in and start at night?"

"Of course we'll wait until tomorrow night." Panda smiled. "Alan Weiner is so badly injured anyway, it's impossible to heal in a day. We'll wait another day and we won't lose anything."

Just as they were talking, the Thracian palace was in chaos.

The Assassin instructor, His Excellency Alan Weina, had just advanced to the legendary, but he was hit with a stick the first time he went out, and he returned with blood all over his body. When he appeared in the secret teleportation formation of the palace, it was as if he was fished out of blood, and his breathing almost stopped.

The guards guarding the secret teleportation array were almost scared to death. They quickly took out the highest-level healing potion, but even the precious elixir that could temporarily relieve the dead was not able to completely cure Alan Weena. . Most of the wounds on his body have healed, but there is one that runs through his left shoulder, and it still refuses to heal.

...that is the effect of the "Bloodthirsty Flying Knife" skill, and the wounds it causes cannot be cured.

For players, "the treatment is invalid" is nothing more than a matter of hanging up once. But for Alan Weiner, such an injury was like putting a straw on the back of a camel that was about to be crushed to death, and it almost cost him his life.

Fortunately, the news had reached the king at this time, and King Richard immediately arrived with his trusted priest. The priest's strength is extraordinary, and his experience is even more experienced. When he saw this situation, he asked the Frost Sword Saint to take action and cut off all the flesh and bones around the wound that could not be healed, and then cast a spell to treat it.

This move finally worked, and all the injuries on Alan Weiner were healed. But he didn't get much better -- dozens of different powers had invaded his body, and the means of the curse effect alone had several different schools of thought. The highly skilled pastor gave him a careful diagnosis. The more he diagnosed, the more serious his face became. In the end, the master who had rescued the dying man more than once shook his head and said, "His condition is too complicated for me to treat."

"Don't dare to cure?" Richard asked in confusion, "Why?"

"In his body... There are fourteen or five different powers that I have discovered. Some of these powers promote each other, some conflict with each other, and become a mess. Now these powers are barely balanced, so he To be able to live - or to hang yourself with a healing potion." The priest replied, "If I act rashly and disrupt this balance..."

He didn't say any more, just shook his head and sighed.

Of course Richard understood what he meant and asked with a frown, "Then who do you think might be able to treat?"

"I don't know, anyway, let's invite an archbishop first."

So the guards left the palace urgently and invited the archbishop of the Church of God of War, who had a good relationship with the royal family.

The white-haired old bishop who was still able to kill a cow with one punch also carefully checked the situation of Alan Weiner, and the more he checked, the more ugly his face became. In the end, he shook his head and sighed, saying that he had never seen or even thought of this situation, and he really did not dare to cure it.

"Can't you give it a try?" Richard asked.

The archbishop shook his head: "If you are an ordinary person, just give it a try. Even if you die, it's not a big problem if I use the resurrection technique right here anyway. But legendary powerhouses can't accept resurrection... ...I dare not try."

Richard had no choice but to invite the archbishop of the Church of the God of Life.

The relationship between the Church of the God of Life and the Thracian royal family was not good, but the Archbishop, who was still in his 50s when he heard that he wanted to save people, still came. But after checking Alan Weiner's condition, she also shook her head and said, "I don't dare to treat it."

"Then who is likely to cure Sir Alan Vina?" Richard asked anxiously.

The two archbishops looked at each other, and the old muscular man from the Church of God of War replied, "Perhaps...you can ask Lord Saint to take action..."

Hearing this, Richard frowned, as if he was forced to eat a large pot of bitter gourd, almost dripping bitter gourd juice.