Menethil's Power

Chapter 81 Uh, I feel bad.

In a dimly lit room, a small space is occupied by a technical table.A chandelier was suspended in mid-air, emitting a cold white light, adding a bit of a gloomy atmosphere to the already cramped room.

A dwarf foaming at the mouth was lying on a metal platform. His limbs were weak, his pupils were dilated, and his exposed skin had festered to a certain extent, and it was slightly green.The dwarf was already in a trance, but he could still vaguely see a terrifying tall black figure. He tried his best to move his body backwards, and made a vague sound with unknown meaning.

Isaacs was a little helpless, "Relax, buddy, I'm just doing some routine checks for you." He said in as gentle a tone as possible, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous.The cold leather gloves pinched the dwarf's chin mercilessly.

Isaacs actually didn't want to temporarily play the role of attending physician, but unfortunately he was the only priest in the entire knight team, so he had to do it himself to fulfill the request of the high craftsman Mekkatorque.

The dwarves enthusiastically prepared a suit for him. Isaacs couldn’t fit in the dwarf protective suit because of his size, so these smart little bean dices made a set for Isaacs with the dustproof cloth of the power protection armor. The fabric was rough and heavy, and it smelled like motor oil, making Isaacs look like a bloated mechanic.

The gnomes also prepared him a gas mask in the shape of a bird's beak, but Isaacs refused, "The protection of the Holy Light makes me immune to most diseases and plagues." He explained.

The young prince carefully examined the mouth of the dwarf patient, rolled his eyelids, and came to a preliminary conclusion.

"Have you found anything?" Mekkatorque asked eagerly. The High Tinker was standing on a high chair at the same height as Isaacs, so it looked a little funny. "Brie was found to have initial symptoms of infection twelve hours ago, and is currently in the onset period."

"And after that?"

"After his skin completely turns dark green, he will turn into a complete leper dwarf, lose emotion and memory, and attack everything around him crazily." The great artisan sighed, "Most citizens of Gnomeregan are Turned into such a monster." He hugged his head in pain, "And this is the result of my stupid decision."

"Will they show an appetite for their own kind, and turn the dwarves they attacked into the same monsters?" Isaacs asked immediately.

"The situation is not that bad. At present, only the dwarves who have been exposed to the radiation smoke show signs of infection." The great craftsman replied seriously.

Isaacs laughed, "I think so." But then he became serious, "According to my observation, although the infected person has some symptoms of leprosy, this situation is not like some kind of disease. In my perception The dwarf's body is undergoing drastic changes, and his physical and mental strength are increasing at an alarming rate. I think this should not be a special case, and you should also find that the intelligence of the leper dwarf is no lower than that of the uninfected."

"That's right," the master craftsman admitted.

"So this is not a disease, it's more like a mutation, but the direction of this mutation is a bit too stable and excellent. I guess some people deliberately use radioactive substances to deform dwarfs to achieve their own goals, no accidents If so, they should have the means to control these leper dwarves." Combining his memory and knowledge, Isaacs gave a judgment that was almost the truth.

The great craftsman looked at him with a different gaze immediately. "My medical experts have also come to a similar conclusion, Mr. Isaacs. I have to admit that it was my mistaken belief in Cisco Thermaplug that led to this tragedy." Great Artisan Mekkatorque said, in his words With a burst of anger, "I originally thought that the power struggle was just an internal dispute. At least he is still a dwarf."

Surprising anger and hatred appeared in the eyes of this good-tempered dwarf leader, "But I was wrong, this despicable and cruel villain did not hesitate to drag the entire race into the abyss for his ambition, he even had the heart to let the tribe become Such a monster!"

"The physique and mental strength of leprosy gnomes are about twice that of ordinary gnomes. Perhaps this is the direction of future evolution of gnomes." Isaacs analyzed, trying to comfort the master craftsman, "If you think about it from this perspective, Semap Ragg's betrayal may not have been all bad."

"But this kind of strengthening is at the cost of overdrawing life! The lifespan of those leprosy gnomes has been reduced by at least half! And they have completely lost their fertility! If all my people become such monsters, it means that the race of gnomes will die. Gone!" Mekkatorque yelled angrily, and slammed his fist on the metal table.

Isaacs was dumbfounded.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." The great artisan quickly returned to normal, "I heard that the Holy Light of humans is very good at healing, can you try to save Bree? I can't lose even one of my people now ’” He bent over Isaacs.

Isaacs was quite caught off guard by receiving such courtesy from a race leader, "Please don't do this, Your Excellency the Great Craftsman, I will definitely do my best." He said solemnly.

That being said, the rescue this time around is obviously not going to be as simple as casting a flash heal or a flash of light.This is not simply an injury or a disease, meaning cleansing and dispelling disease will have no effect.Isaacs thought for a moment and decided to use purification.

Purification is a spell used by clerics to disperse the abnormal state of the subject. The principle is to use the principle of holy light to offset all energy and forcibly eliminate the foreign energy on the target, so the effect is very unreasonable.The body of the dwarf Bree is undergoing mutations, which can be regarded as an abnormal state. If his assumption is correct, using the Holy Light to purify the radiation in his body should stop this process.

Isaacs has never been someone who does not dare to do it. The dwarf Bree has almost reached the edge of mutation, and any extreme means that try to save him should be tried boldly.Isaacs took off the cumbersome protective clothing, held up his right hand, and the intense and dazzling light instantly enveloped the dwarf, and the water-like holy light energy continuously penetrated into his body.

The process of performing the spell took far longer than Isaacs imagined, but with his spiritual power beyond the ordinary lord level, it is not too difficult to maintain the output of the elite level.The big craftsman on the side had already put on his goggles, staring at what happened on the metal stage without blinking.

The glaring light lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour before gradually extinguishing. The skin color of the dwarf Bree returned to normal, and the festered area quickly formed scars and then fell off, leaving some conspicuous new skin.The dwarf spit out a mouthful of stinky green liquid with a "wow", and stood up unsteadily. He looked up at Isaacs, murmured the classic "Oh my god, you're so tall" exclamation, and then He fell down with a plop, and after a while, there was an even snoring sound.

The master craftsman on the side looked very shocked. He asked Isaacs to act with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he didn't expect that it would be solved with a single spell. "This is really a miracle of modern medicine!" Excited, the great craftsman sighed.

(End of this chapter)