Hey, King!

2021-10-07

Chapter 290 Chapter 291 Let's go
Lassie's injuries are all on the nose and mouth, plus Had a concussion, no injuries elsewhere on the body. She wanted a mirror, and Torban might have it, but Dagon didn't know where to put it, so he suggested that Laschelle use a basin instead.

"Your nose cut is serious, sorry. Although it's not a personal grudge, but..." Dagon thought for a moment, then said, "I couldn't think of a better way to knock you down at the time."

Lacelie didn't answer, she waved her hand, and walked forward without letting Dagon help her. She underestimated the concussion effect of Dagon's punch, and just took two steps before the dizziness struck. She wouldn't even know she was about to fall if Dagon hadn't slapped her behind her back.

She didn't say thank you, elves are not used to saying thank you (to other races), usually just nods slightly. Laciely was pretty good, and specifically came back and laughed at Dagon. It's just that her current appearance and smile make her look particularly miserable.

Looking down at the basin, Lassily closed her eyes with just one glance. "You're right, you should be sorry, you're so cruel. My nose... Generally speaking, spells can't be repaired, and they may never be repaired."

"Then..." Dagon took the opportunity to ask tentatively, "Does anyone in Myris use the regeneration technique?"

"Sure. There must be someone in Ais Ain's high priest who knows the diving technique, but they are sure He will not give me treatment for free, and the cost is often beyond my ability to bear." Lassily shook her head and said, "There is no good way for now, let's rely on deformation to support it. You are right, I should go to Myonami. Liss treatment, but definitely not using the appearance of an elf."

"Can you change your face like this?"

"Bite something and hold on for a while." , then bowed his head suspiciously. She had a dagger in her boot, which should have flown out by now.

"Do you want to bite a dagger? It's easy to scratch your mouth, or bite a scroll." Dagon handed over a blank scroll, with a parchment on the outside and a wooden shaft on the inside. The hardness is just right. . "When you were in a coma, I found all the weapons and put them there. I didn't lose them."

Lasiri touched her body, the breastplate was still there, but the weapons on the inside were gone. It appears to have been touched clean. She knew it was normal to do this, and if she caught Dagon, it would be searched and all weapons confiscated. No need to pay attention to the details now, she took the scroll, put it to her lips, and began to cast the shape-shifting spell.

Deformed while there is still a wound on the face, the wound will be torn, and the pain is very terrifying. As soon as she finished the incantation, she hurriedly shoved the scroll between her teeth, bit it hard, and began to deform in bursts of painful muffled howls.

The ears become shorter and the body becomes thicker. These changes are not painful. The key is that when the eyebrows, lips and facial contour features are deformed, the involvement will be great. She felt like her nose was being pounded, the same feeling that Dagon's strong warrior kept crushing with his fists. Her muscles were tense, blue veins were sticking out on her forehead, and her whole body was dripping with sweat. And the wound on the nose burst again, bleeding profusely, and with some debris, I don't know if it was minced meat or bone slag, or just a blood clot that had coagulated before.

Lashley bit the scroll so hard that the parchment was bitten through, and the wood shaft began to make a ka beng ka beng sound. She clenched her fists, trying to use her anger to deflect the pain, to prevent herself from passing out and causing the shape-shifting spell to fail again. At this point, Dagon raised a palm and said to her, "Hit here, focus, and you won't be hurt."

Is this a good thing? Rachele punched and punched, punching to the flesh, slamming Dagon's palm hard. Dagon didn't cheat, didn't evade, just used some force-releasing skills to avoid too much impact on his hand bones and wrists. It worked, Lassée's attention was drawn, and she was less concerned with the pain by venting her anger, and she had a lot of nosebleeds, but finally finished the transformation.

Dagon raised his hand to treat a minor injury and help her stop the bleeding. One dive technique was not enough, he threw several in a row, which immediately attracted Lassier's eyes. She spit out the scroll, regardless of the blood stains on her gums, and said directly: "Why is your treatment so bad? The spiritual realm channel clearly gives me a strong feeling, and it is full of energy. But you can't even stop the blood when you use it? "

"I'm a full-time student in the first year of Academy, and I just passed the basic quality assessment last exam season. Hehe, a few months ago, I won't even perform this therapy. Now I can barely help You stop the bleeding, thanks to the thin man. I have been practicing spellcasting by treating his legs."

"Is the thin man your friend?"

"It is..." Dagon licked Licking his lips, he swallowed the word "a dog" and said, "It is. You are the first genie I treated—if that's a milestone."

"Then I'm quite honored." Lasselli gave a wry smile. She took the towel that Dagon handed her, cautiously dipping her nose, wiping the blood around it. After spitting a few mouthfuls of blood on the ground, she tried to inhale through her nose and said, "Fortunately, I stabilized and can breathe. When will you return to Myris? After you return to Chiling City?"

Dagon thought for a while, nodded, and said: "Yes, it should be just two days. After the alliance has been negotiated, it will not be good to continue to be surrounded. The North Barbarian Race is not everyone who wants to form an alliance. It's safer for Ben to go back to the fort. By the way, you wouldn't want to kill him secretly, would you?"

"My mission is to cause trouble for the Barbarian Race, not for the dwarves. If someday I received the task of dealing with dwarves, and I will be the first to look for you, because you are the only dwarf who has defeated me in a head-to-head duel, and the threat is too great." Lassily looked towards the top of the tent and thought about it. , heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Considering that you saved my life, I will try to let you go. But just once, understand?"

"Understood. But that kind of thing is the most Don't let it happen, because if you come to kill me, I will definitely not save you again like this time." Dagon said with a smile: "Lacely, I have an idea about causing trouble for the Barbarian Race, maybe Would you like to hear it?"

"Tell me," Lasserie said.

"Let the Barbarian Race get used to farming, live in fixed houses instead of tents that move around, and let them be the defenders instead of the invaders, then the Barbarian Race is no longer a Barbarian Race. It is the strongest means of destroying the Barbarian Race."

Laughed, said: "The elves also have this kind of discussion, the differences of opinion are not small, and I don't know which method is better to inculcate or destroy - even if I know I have to obey orders and complete tasks, not to think about that kind of decision."

"Then what do you think?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Rachelle said.

Well, that's actually what most elves really think: don't care. Dagon and Lassie had a brief discussion, agreed on the caliber, and then asked the guard outside to find a crutch for Lasseli to support. Her concussion repercussions are still there, she can barely keep her balance when standing still, shakes badly when she walks, and can fall anytime, anywhere.

In fact, she can walk now, which has made Dagon very impressed.

Without Rachel's constraints, the covenant progressed rapidly, and the celebratory banquet was already being held that night. Dagon was called "The Great Warrior Dagon" by the Barbarian Race in the North due to his victory over "Warrior Lasiri". Dagon burst into laughter when he asked if the victor would be called "The Great Warrior So-and-So" if he was defeated.

"No. That person will become a great warrior. You are not a great man, and Lasiri is no longer a warrior."

Lasiri threw the glass and stood up Looking around all around, angrily roared: "Who said that? Whoever said that, stand up and see if I can beat him to death!"

She got up too violently, and suddenly began to faint and sway again Akira didn't look threatening. Some people roared when they saw it - most of them were defeated by this warrior, and now they have to have a good time. "Lacely, you are so strong, no one dares to ask you anyway, why don't you marry Dagon as part of the covenant! Haha, we have this tradition in the North, so..."

The words behind the man turned into broken teeth flying in the air. Lassily smashed the tableware in front of her directly, it was full of strength and fierce. Fortunately, she swayed and began to faint again, which did not expand the situation. The person who was smashed fainted and was carried away by a group of people with a smile, and the matter was gone.

"Let's play music, then dance!" Torban, laughed heartily, raised his glass and bumped into the leader of the nine tail section. He mentioned that there was a similar history in the history of the Jiangu tribe, but that must first accept the blessing of the Great God of Oli, without the testimony of the Spiritual God, it does not count. And later, I felt that it was too troublesome to fight all the time, so I might as well switch to other forms of competition, and it has gradually evolved into a drinking competition today.

When it comes to the amount of alcohol, Dagon is not afraid of anyone. Once the alcohol enters his stomach, it will be burned into Fire Element energy, which promotes his mana cycle. He has become a new "big warrior", and there must be a lot of people coming to toast. He can't say no to anyone, but he probably accepts all challenges. After dozens of rounds, Dagon still stood firm, and everyone else—except for those who had already fallen—understood the outcome, so they might as well go outside to pee together and become good friends who share weal and woe.

Drinking a barrel of wine and eating a plate of meat together, the covenant between Chiling City and the Nine Tails Falls has completed the final ceremony, no problem. They stayed at the battlefield site for another morning, mainly to let the leaders of both sides sober up and recover. On that afternoon, Tuoban took everyone from Chiling City on the way back.

The spring sowing is about to begin. Not only Chiling City, but also the Barbarian Races in the Northland have a lot of things to do. It was thanks to Dagon that they came here to eat and drink, and he gave Toban the food receipt for Shiloai, which allowed him to hold the banquet. Separation is necessary, and the Barbarian Races cannot be left for nothing.

Ignoring the guys other than the covenant and the banquet, everyone else was basically satisfied, only the white tail section Luo felt that she had suffered a big loss: Lassily followed the people from Chiling City.

They believed that Lassele followed Dagon.

Oh~~~
(End of this chapter)