In the darkness, Sheiel felt that he was having difficulty breathing. A voice kept calling to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.
In the end, a faint light lit up in Sheier's sight, and it was the light emitted by the spirit of frost.
Sheyle opened his eyes, and cold frost poured into his throat.
Pale white magic power poured out from his body, and with the support of magic power, he broke through the frost and snow and climbed out of the snow.
"Cough cough..." After Scheyer sucked the icy air into his body, he felt that his consciousness was much clearer.
Although there were still many strange sounds echoing in his ears, a bit like tinnitus that made him feel very irritable, but relying on the spirit of frost, he suppressed it.
Ice dragon, avalanche.
Although at the last moment, he used magic to control the falling frost and snow, but under the cold breath, the entire army was still swallowed by the avalanche.
Did you end up falling to the bottom of the ice cliff
Sheier looked up and looked up, the ice cliff was so high that he was a little desperate, and the sky was gradually darkening.
He struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, and the spirit of frost and snow instantly landed on another snowdrift.
An ice-blue inscription appeared in Sheier's hand, and the frost and snow accumulated there was gradually removed, revealing the masked Marshal Artem below.
"marshal!"
Sheier immediately ran to the tall marshal. During the close battle with the ice dragon just now, the marshal relied on his body to resist the ice dragon's breath abruptly.
Marshal Amter slowly opened his eyes, and when he regained consciousness, he covered his forehead.
"Damn! What are these sounds."
"Marshal Amter, are you all right?" Sheil asked.
"I'm fine, but my head isn't sober." Marshal Amter shook his head, took a sip from a jug full of spirits, and relied on alcohol to sober himself up. Just as he was about to stand up, he found a sharp pain in his left leg.
"Frostbite, and it's very serious." Sheier looked at Marshal Armt's left leg, and the armor covering it had shattered into debris like ice cubes.
It must be the injury caused by the breath of the ice dragon just now. When Scheyer was about to use magic to slightly treat the wound, Marshal Armt waved his hand.
"We southerners have seen this little injury a lot. Prince Sheier is still buried under the snow with your soldiers and me. They need your help more than I do."
"I see."
Sheil also knew the seriousness of the matter, he immediately stepped back a few steps and began to sing the spell to cast the spell, and the spirit of frost built one inscription after another around him.
When the magic was completed, the snow on the ground was lifted directly, revealing the soldiers buried under the snow.
Some soldiers and mages have gradually woken up, but some soldiers seem to be still asleep.
Prince Sheil immediately ran to a sleeping soldier and used his voice to wake them up.
"Don't come near me! Don't come near me!"
When Sheyle was about to touch the soldier, his reaction was particularly intense, as if he was in a terrible nightmare, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Sheer had never seen anything like this before, and his tinnitus appeared to be getting worse.
Sheer was about to start to wake him up when a roaring voice suddenly came from the other side.
"You bloody beast!!"
It was an awake soldier, but his mental state was extremely unstable. He knelt on the ground and held his forehead, constantly roaring something.
This roar caused the emotions of the soldiers who woke up to become a little crazy. It was like a contagious virus. One soldier after another seemed to see something extremely terrifying and fell into fear.
Caused by the ice dragon? !
"Calm down!" Sheil began to try to relieve the soldiers from their fear, but the effect was minimal.
Only those spellcasters who were highly accomplished in sorcery remained sane.
"Any of you can do magic like sedation?"
Sheier asked the awakened spellcasters loudly.
"His Royal Highness! We have used it! But it has no effect!" A spellcaster responded to him equally loudly.
what is the problem!
Sheier looked at the soldier in front of him who was constantly muttering strange words, and was at a loss for a moment.
He is only proficient in a very small number of healing magic, but the casters who are proficient in healing magic with the army can't do anything, and it is even more impossible for him to heal these soldiers.
Shayle's forehead started to ache at the thought of this.
The temperature at the border of the Land of Frost at night is enough to freeze any unprepared caster to death. If you don't hurry up to collect the materials that fell into the canyon to build a camp, half of the soldiers will be frozen to death tonight.
What should I do…
When Scheyer was thinking, he suddenly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.
Inside the pendant is a leaf, the leaf of the tree of the world.
correct! Magic Web!
Sheyer immediately opened the magic net and logged in to the caster forum. Since he had access to the caster forum with the help of Nolan's spellcaster a few days ago, he completely fell in love with this brand new "magic" .
Using the caster forum he was able to communicate with spellcasters from Nolan to discuss magic issues, as well as ask questions on the forum.
Sheyer found a category for help in the "Magic Research" area of the forum and posted a post.
The content of the post described the symptoms of these soldiers, and I hope that the wise spellcaster can answer him and inform him of the method of treatment.
But his post didn't get a response from anyone. Sheier waited anxiously for three minutes. When the post "sinked to the bottom," he was a little discouraged.
But it didn't take long for his post to get a reply from someone else, and he looked at the reply in surprise.
"The symptoms sound a bit like the side effects of magic addiction. Are you using the magic shadow stone?"
Sheil had heard of the Magic Stone, but he didn't believe that so many soldiers would use the Magic Stone... It must be something else.
Sheier replied with a negative, and while waiting for other people's answers, he waited for more than ten minutes, only to find that there was no new reply.
Is the symptom description not detailed enough? Or is it because Nolan Sage Yellow Clothes replied? Wait... The person in yellow is not necessarily himself.
Sheier listened to the roars of the surrounding soldiers becoming more and more noisy, and her inner emotions were replaced by anxiety. Just when Sheier's hope gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.
He glanced at the respondent's name, "Passenger of Fire".