Chapter 1314 Physical Therapy

Chaos and disorder... This is the deep impression that Atila had of the imperial army.

When the Phoenix King mysteriously disappeared again, there was no doubt that Princess Terenlock was the one who spoke for the elves. She took the lead in counting the losses of the Royal Court Guard and found that only a few were in the single digit...

Some overly radical Black Guards were swallowed into the abyss. By then, the Dragon Prince was rushing to help the Princess who was fighting in the front, and had no time to worry about these unfortunate guys.

The members of the guards were not surprised by this. Druzy thought that these unfortunate people were too useless, and the remaining members saw that they were Black Guards, and they didn't think much.

Cooperation has always been a dream. Thousands of years of estrangement and the fact that Druzy still retains a considerable part of traditions make them always incompatible with the mainstream society of Ulthuan.

Atila was not going to worry about this for her husband. She opened the curtain of the carriage and opened the emergency supplies that the Phoenix King must have when traveling. She found that these precious medicines from Avalon were almost untouched.

"Doesn't anyone know that Imrick has these life-saving things? This cart of medicine can save at least thousands of lives."

Creon looked sideways and was unwilling to answer this question directly. He explained in an awkward tone: "You also know that these medicines are used to save His Majesty's life in a crisis..."

"If someone can really kill him, what's the use of this cart of medicine? It's better to hope to bring a few more transmission beacons." Attila shook her head in confusion. Obviously, without anyone reminding her, her husband's attention was not on the assault on Karak Fearless Castle.

Not to mention how serious the losses of this earthquake were, there must be many wounded along the mountains to Karak Fearless Castle, but these things are not even opened.

"Send the things to Karl Franz. I really don't want to see the warriors fighting with blood and bruises holding a few rags to treat their wounds. Remember, it's free."

"This seems to be the property of the Royal Court Guard..."

Attila glared, I don't care who you are, since I'm in charge, just obey me.

"If you have any objections to this, you can ask the war lord, but since the Phoenix King did not deny it, it means he agrees."

"Okay, okay, you are a prince."

With a sigh, with multiple meanings, Creon had no choice but to find a few Rick Guards and asked them to take away the medicines in the carriage and only keep some treasures that are really used for emergency treatment.

The dullness of the Rick Guards gradually dissipated as they saw the types and instructions of the medicines. Several knights with serious expressions nodded and touched their chests to express their gratitude to Atila.

"Thank you, with these medicines, we can save more soldiers on the verge of life and death. His Majesty the Emperor must also be deeply grateful for the help of the Phoenix King."

"Really... I just hope your emperor will not cause too much trouble to my husband."

An inexplicable word ended with Atila waving her hand and driving the Rick Guards away.

Now they are still urgently treating the wounded, and no one dares to risk the stigma of not paying attention to life to review the battlefield and... hold accountable.

Etila stood with her arms folded, watching the busy medical team using crude methods to urgently cut off the arms and thighs of the wounded.

There were no anesthetics, no sophisticated tools, only iron saws that were originally used to clear the way. After the blood foam flew, the broken limbs were stopped from bleeding with red-hot iron pliers...

Those with more serious infections had to be sent to the priests, praying to the goddess of mercy, Sallya, to perform miracles and save innocent lives.

If it was really difficult to treat, their final destination would be the combat priests, who would go to the side of the imperial guardians with prayers to Sigma.

"They don't have enough manpower."

Etila judged so, her tone was flat but with a sense of coercion.

"That's for sure, it was just a busy assembly, the medical level of the imperial army is similar to prenatal education..." Creon quite agreed, but as Etila turned his head, the older Flame Knight pointed at him in disbelief.

"You want us to treat humans?"

"The Flame Knights and the White Lion Guards have received the most professional first aid training to prevent the Phoenix King from dying from crude medical treatment at critical moments... So take the attitude of treating the Phoenix King and treat these people whose lives are hanging by a thread."

The Flame Knight was about to refute, but Atila had already said, "Do you want me to amputate these humans and see the Phoenix King with dirt on my body?"

"Damn... tigress." Creon muttered in a barely audible voice. What else can he do?

The Flame Knight walked to the wounded, pushed the medical staff away, and didn't care about the human's reaction. He picked up a steel sword from the ground and used the sharp weapon to do embroidery. He cut a hole in the wounded's abdomen, and the steel sword picked out the stones and iron slag that had pierced into the body bit by bit with a slight amplitude.

The sophisticated technique made Creon look like a master who was well versed in medical skills, but in fact he just treated the wounded as an object for sword practice and tortured his opponent with the slightest force.

"Needle and thread."

The medical staff handed over the pins, and the Flame Knight sutured the wound on the wounded man's abdomen in less than ten seconds, and then walked to the next person.

With the addition of the Royal Court Guard, the shortage of manpower was effectively alleviated. The Flame Knights were skillful and experienced, and their speed was so fast that it seemed like they were killing people.

The White Lion Guards used a method similar to that of a veterinarian, ignoring the wounded man's already uncomfortable body, and tortured the patient roughly, but fortunately the effect was not bad, and the axe could smoothly solve things like amputation.

Aitira was quite satisfied watching the treatment of the wounded. As for Kuran's resentful eyes beside him, which seemed to emphasize that the Black Guards would never be inferior to the two in terms of healing, she completely ignored it.

Would anyone really trust the Black Guards to treat them? Aitira couldn't help but doubt in her heart.

"Aitira... I have some not-so-good news." With several more wounds on his face, Isharion looked as serious and cold as usual. The war lord who had just finished talking with North seemed a little anxious at this moment.

"Well, let's talk about it somewhere else."

The two walked quickly to the tent that originally belonged to the Phoenix King. Aitira, who wanted to pour a glass of wine, stopped when Isharion raised his hand, knowing that he might have something important to say.

"Imric is working with Lord Slan to deal with the aftermath of the earthquake... Before the earthquake hit, Elvis reported the unusual movements of the ratmen under the mountains to North, but it should have been intercepted by the magic of the Grey Prophet. We relied too much on magic to transmit information, resulting in serious defects in the flow of intelligence."

Etila nodded thoughtfully. The key to the matter was the earthquake. Obviously, the ratmen wanted to sink the entire Karak Dreadnought...

She didn't want to think about this, why the rats had such ability.

The key issue was the lag in Elvis's message transmission. In other words, the elves who should not have intervened in this war are likely to become the focus of accountability.

"Do Karl Franz and Thorgrin know about this?"

"Not yet." Issarion also clearly understood that if someone manipulated this, it would cause the favorable conditions negotiated at the summit to fall apart.

"Then spread it out. I really want to see how they will react."

Etila looked calm, as if she was ready to do something about it.

Eltharion frowned, unable to guess what Atila was thinking, but out of trust, he agreed without asking carefully.

"They will know soon..." (End of this chapter)