the only savior

Chapter 951: Music of the Wind
On the battlefield, there are ruins.

In the broken city wall, the corpses of some soldiers had been mixed with the stones, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

If the living person is not injured, or only slightly injured, it's fine, but if there is a lack of an arm or a leg, then the end is really worse than death.

Judging from the medical level of Irene Continent, the path they took is completely different from that of Shui Lanxing.

Because of the existence of magic, many injuries and diseases will be done by magic. Real doctors are very rare in this era.

If someone is sick or something on weekdays, they can only go to the priest of the Church of Light for treatment, or go to some bards or alchemists who are proficient in healing spells.

Zhang Xiaoman was rather curious about this.

He knew that spells could heal wounds, but he was a little surprised that spells in this world could also cure diseases.

But now there are many other things to do, and he has no time to sort out the books in this area for the time being, so he can only save it for later.

"Hey, I just asked. The priest group in Kuhan City has been completely wiped out. Now there are less than ten priests who can survive, and there are only so many wounded before it's too late..."

McAvey walked over, staring at a little soldier covered in blood not far away and kept shaking his head.

The little soldier was broken by a boulder falling down, and now he was being carried out from the edge of the rock by several nuns, helping him to bandage his wound.

But to be honest, even if this kind of injury is placed on Shui Lanxing's side, unless it is immediately sent to the emergency room for rescue, it is basically difficult to survive.

McAvey whispered to the Elf Queen on the side:
"Reggina, can you save him?"

The latter shook his head helplessly.

"I'm afraid not. Although natural magic has a certain healing ability, I'm not a druid who specializes in it. If it's that fellow Arcatus, maybe I still have the ability to save him..."

"Hey……"

McAvoy sighed deeply.

Even if he is used to seeing life and death, at such a time, it is inevitable that sadness will arise in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoman suddenly walked towards a nun beside him, and asked the other side:

"Hello, do you have any musical instruments here that you can play?"

"Musical instruments?"

The nun turned her head and looked at him suspiciously when she heard the words, not knowing what the black-haired young man wanted to do.

"Yes, I need a musical instrument, any kind, the sooner the better."

Zhang Xiaoman said with certainty.

The expression on the nun's face became even more strange.

She thought to herself, don't you see that my old lady is treating patients here, what does it mean to come to me for an instrument?
This can't be blamed on her, after all, everyone is busy saving people now, and there are wailing everywhere, and everyone can't wait to grow three heads and six arms.

Suddenly someone came out and asked me something irrelevant, which would naturally make people angry.

However, this nun is also a member of the Illuminati Church. She cultivates her morality on weekdays, and she conceals her dissatisfaction very well.

She turned her head to look at McAvey and Regina, and wondered in her heart that the tall woman was the strong man who fell from the sky just now.

And those who can fly directly without riding a mount, naturally only the existence of the holy rank can sit on it.

Reminiscent of the scene where the leader of the rock demon was killed just now, the nun naturally knew that it must be the person in front of her.

She had never seen the Elven Queen, and even McAvey, a human saint, couldn't recognize her face to face.

But she also knows what a holy rank represents.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoman came here with the other party, he didn't say much, and began to answer the latter's question seriously.

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry... We don't have the habit of carrying musical instruments... If you need it, you can go to the bards in the tavern in the city. They should be hiding in the basement of the tavern... maybe there By what you want..."

On the side, McAvey and Regina also heard the conversation between the two here, and they also showed a hint of doubt.

At first, when Zhang Xiaoman walked over, McAvey was still wondering if the other party wanted to treat the wounded man.

After all, he has not forgotten that this person is not only a strong man of the holy rank, but also an alchemist with rich alchemy experience.

In many cases, the alchemist is the main force in treating trauma.

Especially on such a battlefield, compared to priests, it is the most time-saving and effective way to carry a bottle of alchemy potion with you.

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

McAvey even sighed twice.

Because he knew that even if Zhang Xiaoman could take out medicine to save this person, compared to the entire battlefield, that would be nothing but a drop in the bucket.

But to his and Regina's surprise, not only did the Pole Star not immediately take out the medicine to treat the injured, but instead asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

The two holy ranks are powerful existences who have lived for a long time. When encountering such an unexpected scene, they did not hesitate to ask immediately, and they both waited and watched without any abnormal expressions.

They believed that Jixing, as a strong man in the same realm as them, would not waste time doing meaningless things.

At this moment, after Zhang Xiaoman heard that the other party did not have a musical instrument, he was slightly disappointed, but he still planned to continue with his next plan.

The reason why he asked the other party if he had a musical instrument was naturally impossible to strike up a conversation for nothing.

What Zhang Xiaoman planned to use was one of his branding skills.

The weakened version of this skill was once used by Janan in the battlefield of the Cando Creek Grassland, that is "Healing Movement".

And what Zhang Xiaoman is going to use now is an upgraded version of it, a purple branding skill called "Music of the Wind".

【The Music of the Wind】

(purple second order)
Play a beautiful music, heal all creatures within the range, restore a small amount of health and dark energy to them, relieve the state of mental disturbance, and increase the speed of movement and attack.

Healing Amount: 100
Dark Energy Restoration: 500
Mental Resistance Strength: 300
Movement Speed ​​Increase: 30%
Attack Speed ​​Increase: 30%
Duration: 10 minutes
Consumption: 5000 dark energy
Cooldown time: 24 hour
Range of action: 3000 meters in radius (the effect is affected by the distance and casting conditions)

——Fengshen's signature movement is full of Fengshen's blessings to the creatures in the world. Those who hear it can not only heal the pain, but also get the wind's encouragement.

— Let the wind lead you by.

This is the advanced model mastered by Zhang Xiaoman, and its effect is dozens of times stronger than the healing movement used by Zhan Nan.

The skills of this type of branding are usually relatively rigid. If you want to play music, you must have music.

Of course, if there is a bug like Zhan Nan, it is no problem to use a snap of the fingers as a music activation.

However, according to Zhang Xiaoman's test, when Wind Movement is used, the effect will also be affected by the quality of the music. The more beautiful and beautiful the music, the higher the upper limit it can play.

If it's just a snap of the fingers, then maybe even the original 10% can't be played.

That's why Zhang Xiaoman asked the nun if she had a musical instrument.

He usually keeps one or two musical instruments in his storage ring as a spare.

But the last time it was damaged during use against the white goat, and then I kept forgetting to replenish it, and today's situation appeared.

At this moment, many of the wounded are seriously injured and are about to receive their lunch boxes. Zhang Xiaoman doesn't care about the conditions for 100% effectiveness, and plans to use it to save people first.

But just when he was about to activate his ability, his eyes caught a glimpse of the wounded man's right palm, where he was holding a flute-shaped object tightly.

"Huh? Is this a bagpipe?"

Zhang Xiaoman immediately stopped what he was doing, thinking what a coincidence.

This bagpipe is a small musical instrument unique to the continent of Irene, similar to the flute on Shui Lanxing.

Because its sound is melodious, it is easy to evoke the emotion of missing hometown, so many people take it with them as a souvenir of their homesickness.

"It's okay to have something like this..."

Zhang Xiaoman muttered to himself.

Having been here for so long, he also had the opportunity to come into contact with this kind of thing. With his ability, he naturally learned it quickly.

Although it is not proficient, at least you can use it to play the music you want.

He gently waved at the bagpipe, and the bagpipe immediately floated up and slowly fell into his palm.

The wounded man was basically in a state of confusion at this time.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the bagpipe in his hand was taken away, and opened his eyes almost subconsciously.

"No... no... that's... that's me... mine... give it back to me..."

The wounded man struggled, and finally squeezed out these few words from his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the nuns on the side were stunned.

She never thought that this young man with extraordinary temperament would do such a thing.

Just wanting a musical instrument for himself, and then snatching his most precious thing from the poor wounded man.

From her point of view, Zhang Xiaoman might be a noble young master who came here to experience gold plating.

After arriving on the battlefield, I wanted to play a piece of music willfully, but because I didn't have an instrument, I just grabbed it.

"hateful!"

The nun was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick.

Even if she has the best self-cultivation, at this moment, she feels that she can't bear it anymore.

"Your Excellency! Please return the things to him! You are depriving him of his memories! Please don't do such a thing!"

The girl stood up angrily, wanting to reach out to snatch it.

But how could she get close to Zhang Xiaoman, but just as she stretched her hand halfway, it was bounced away by some invisible force.

The nun was angry and anxious at this moment, two crystal clear teardrops swirled in her eyes.

Zhang Xiaoman glanced at her suspiciously, but he didn't have time to bother with her now.

He used a cleaning spell to wipe off the blood and dirt on the bagpipe, and then slowly put it to his mouth.

"..."

Soon, a beautiful and ethereal sound came out from the bagpipe in his hand, floating above this small open space.

The sound of the bagpipe itself is not loud, and can only be heard by a few people nearby.

But after Zhang Xiaoman's magical blessing, this music somehow rang in the ears of everyone near the city gate.

"Hey, what's going on here... Where did the voice come from...?"

In the distance, many people felt a breeze blowing, and then a melodious bagpipe sound that they had never heard before sounded in their ears.

This feeling is not so much that they heard it in their ears, but rather that the music directly reminded them of their hearts.

"Stay sky", this is a piece of music played by Zhang Xiaoman at will, it comes from a certain composer on the water blue planet.

He himself doesn't pay much attention to things like music, and being able to learn these is also for playing the movement of wind.

Under the current environment, he didn't have time to think too much, so he randomly chose one of the music he knew.

At least, he felt that this piece of music sounded majestic and a bit tragic, and it wasn't too inappropriate to use it in such an environment.

At this moment, everything around seemed to have quieted down. Everyone raised their heads, listening to the sudden music without moving.

Immediately afterwards, the breeze brought life.

A wave of vitality gushed out from their bodies, and the wounded were shocked, looking at the injured parts of their bodies in surprise.

"This, this...my injury...is healing by itself...?"

They couldn't believe their eyes, they didn't know what happened.

The breeze continued to blow, and the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of music was still playing, and it seemed as if green ripples could be seen floating in the air.

It was a wave full of life, healing all humans on the field.

First, second, third...

More and more wounded were out of danger, their blood stopped flowing, and their pain was soothed by the gentle wind spirit.

A fallen soldier stood up amidst the melody of the wind. They looked up at the sky and listened to the battle song with their eyes closed.

"We won, we survived..."

The crowd cried with joy.

At the same time, a mage couldn't help but exclaimed.

"My magic, my magic has recovered!"

They looked surprised.

In addition to the ability to heal, Wind Movement also has a very powerful energy recovery effect.

However, these people do not have dark spiritual power in their bodies, so only some high-level magisters can feel some of this power.

More low-level professionals still have pure elemental power in their bodies, and have not changed towards the direction of dark spiritual power, so they cannot perceive this effect.

Of course, among the people present, the two most powerful ninth-level saints also had the keenest perception of this elemental recovery power.

Both McAvey and Regina opened their eyes wide at this moment, and they no longer cared about their appearance, looking at the man playing the bagpipe not far away with a look of shock.

(End of this chapter)