Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!At the officer's reminder, Arthas and Jaina also noticed the carriage behind the team, the wheels were full of silt and vegetation, and it appeared to have passed through the swamp after a rush.

Approaching the convoy, Arthas heard Ruoyoruowu breathing and groans. Jaina looked at the sergeant and asked, "Anyone of you injured?"

The sergeant shook his head, "Everything in our team is well... these... are the'people' rescued by our scouts from Ashenvale..."

When Jaina was still at a loss, Arthas had guessed something. He opened the door of the carriage and looked inside, his face suddenly becoming serious.

The sergeant continued to explain, "We have done basic treatment for them in the camp, but there are still some of the more seriously injured who have not survived. Your Majesty Wrynn asked me to take them back to Theramore. There are better ones here. Medical environment."

"Take them to the doctor in the barracks first, and I'll be there later." Arthas nodded and gave instructions to the sergeant.

The sergeant saluted Alsace and quickly commanded the convoy to the barracks in Theramore, where the best doctors and treatment environment can now be found.

Jaina looked at the caravan going away and asked in a low voice, "Who is the wounded in the car..."

"It's the elves-they don't look like all soldiers, but quite a few civilians." Arthas looked at the direction the convoy was leaving, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Elf?" Jaina's expression was quite surprised, "What will they be attacked by? You said that in the forest, it is basically impossible for anyone to defeat them?"

She had seen the magical image from Varian, and she had a bad impression of the night elves with a bad attitude and indifferent face, but it was basically the same as Arthas' description.

Without strong support, Jaina felt that night elves would not be so arrogant.

"If it were an ordinary army, no one would be an opponent of the night elves, but I'm afraid they are also facing a very difficult problem now."

The surviving night elves in the carriage obviously experienced a fiasco that they had not encountered in thousands of years. Their defense was broken, and even their civilians suffered misfortune.

Arthas had observed the injuries on their bodies, most of them were very rough lacerations or blunt injuries. Races fighting with heavy weapons such as axes and sledgehammers can easily be associated with orcs.

Ordinary orcs will not be the opponents of elves, let alone break through an elven town defended by sentry troops...

Sure enough, what Alsace was most worried about happened. I am afraid that Tichondrius had already achieved results during the time he mobilized his army and prepared supplies.

But all this is just Alsace's guess. The best way is to ask these elves who attacked them.

Immediately after the guard arrived at the barracks, a strong smell of blood came from the treatment room of the wounded. Even the so-called "lighter" elves, the situation is not optimistic, otherwise Varian would not order the soldiers to protect them. Theramore quickly withdrew.

After Arthas and Jaina entered the ward, several doctors and priests were busy dealing with the injuries of the wounded elves, but because they had never treated the elves, the progress was not very smooth.

"Damn—Lina, I need more bandages and hemostatic pads here!" A doctor put down the hemostatic forceps and surgical scissors in his hand and asked his nurse assistant for help.

"Wait a minute, Doctor Mike, this person has lost too much blood, I'm helping him!" Lina's head is covered with sweat, and the body structure of the elf is not the same as that of a human, and she looks a little confused.

Dr. Mike saw that his colleagues were almost unable to free their hands and were about to compress the blood vessels. When he went to fetch medical supplies, a box of medical hemostatic cottons and hemostatic bandages were delivered to him.Make a novel www.zuoxs.com

The doctor was stunned for a moment. He looked up and just wanted to say thank you, but found that it was the Prince of Lordaeron who had brought him something. He subconsciously wanted to salute the noble palace, but Arthas stopped him.

"No need to be polite," Arthas looked at the pale, fainted elf, and a faint light of holy light condensed in his hands, slowly injecting into the elf's body.

Since the blood loss of the elves is very serious, the effect of light treatment with the holy light is not good. Forcibly using the holy light to continue life will only overdraw the life force of the elves.

Even though the physique of the elves is much stronger than that of humans, it is impossible to bear this kind of overdraft. Therefore, using a small amount of holy light to maintain vital signs and then routine treatment is the most ideal solution.

Only on the battlefield would you consider using the Holy Light spell to instantly heal the injury, but in the final analysis, it is just an emergency method. If ordinary soldiers receive too much treatment, there will be more or less sequelae, and even lifelong loss. The ability to fight.

This is also what those pastors are doing. They are chanting prayers to guide the power of the Holy Light to maintain the lives of some of the more injured elves.

Of course, some powerful people and existences whose bodies are different from mortals can fight for a long time through treatment or self-healing without any sequelae symptoms.

Among the many elf wounded, Arthas noticed an elf lying in the corner. Her injuries were not serious, but some minor wounds and scrapes, which would not endanger life at all.

Arthas found a priest and asked him about the situation, "What's the matter with that elf over there?"

"I'm sorry, we don't know, Your Royal Highness. The doctor has examined her, but nothing is abnormal. The minor injuries on her body shouldn't lead to coma. We also tried to treat her with the Holy Light, but it worked. Very small."

After Arthas listened, he exchanged a wink with Jaina, and Jaina walked to the night elf with comprehension, and put a hand on her forehead.

The light blue arcane brilliance lit up from Jaina's palm. After a while, Jaina said to Arthas, "There is no curse or soul damage, but..."

"But what?"

"All of her physical signs, including the feedback of her soul state, show that the elf has no problems. I don't think she seems to be in a coma, but—sleeping?" Jaina pondered her words, not sure. Said.

Sleeping?

Arthas had some guesses, but he was not sure yet. He walked up to the night elf and tapped on the elf's forehead.

The sleeping elf seemed to be irritated, and sat up from the hospital bed with tight muscles. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even the bandage wrapped around his body was partially soaked.

The awakened elf stared at Arthas with hostility in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak a language that Jaina hadn't heard at all, making the archmage confused.

"Arthas, do you want me to use Arcane to contact her soul to communicate?"

Unexpectedly, Arthas waved his hand to indicate that he didn't use it. He actually uttered a pronunciation similar to that of the elf. After hearing what Arthas said, the night elf's face was suddenly full of doubt and uncertainty.

Jaina's red lips opened slightly, and she looked at her boyfriend with some surprise. The elf's performance clearly understood Arthas's words, "You still know the language of night elf?! Who taught you?"

"It's just a coincidence," Arthas explained casually, "You can connect me with magic, you should be able to understand what the druid said."