The Clamoring Hydra

"Five broken ribs, right hand, right leg fracture, left leg comminuted fracture, accompanied by high fever."

The destruction of the decay, or the slaughter of the ogre trolls, seems to be because of relaxation. Quill only feels black in front of him. He finally heard a person who seemed to be wearing thick warm clothing before the coma.

When Quill woke up again, it was a strange smallpox... camp.

I wanted to get up, but the ensuing pain was the pain all over my body caused by pulling the wound.

"hiss……"

Taking a breath, the strong pain made Quill realize that everything he had experienced before was not a dream. The legs are surrounded by white, fragile rocks, and the right hand is the same as the legs. Along with breathing, the chest can feel obvious pain. The only thing that can be regarded as a good-looking left hand is a weird-looking catheter, one end is connected to the arm, and the other end is connected to a bottle. If a later generation sees this scene, then it is easy to know that this is an infusion.

But as a native of Northern Europe, Quill did not know what this was. So Quill subconsciously wanted to remove the infusion tube from the body. At the moment he wanted to start, the curtain of the side camp was suddenly lifted. Wearing white clothes... very white, very white, like snow. This is definitely not a tribe's clothes, because in the wild, this white dress is too easy to dirty...Unless it is hunting on a snowy day, the tribe's people will never wear it.

"Don't move! You are covered with wounds now!"

He didn't care about the white man's words, because after carefully looking at the person coming, Quill's eyes were obviously surprised.

"Are you...Non?"

"if not?"

Nonen, dressed in white, carried a tray in his hand, which was above a bottle of unopened liquid. From the appearance, it is exactly the same as the liquid that is being transported into the body.

"This is an anti-inflammatory drug. If it weren't for this, you would have died long ago. It's used to prevent postoperative infection...Forget it, you don't understand."

As he said, Nuon was quick and skillful to complete the replacement, but judging from his movements, obviously, this was not the first time.

"...A few days have passed?"

"Four days."

Norn said: "You don’t have to worry, it’s safe here. And the people have got enough food...Of course, all of this is due to my Lord Norn! I killed the Uncle Guard. After the group of trolls, you fell into a faint. My luck was better, and I still kept a clear consciousness, and led the Uncle Guard to our tribe. The Uncle Guard was called soon after seeing our people again. His companion sent a lot of food and cotton clothes."

"Then where am I now?"

"In Sparta."

Hearing Norn's words, Quill's eyes slightly sagged. He had heard the name, Sparta... has fertile land and full rice. It is said that in Sparta, it is spring all year round.

"You should be thankful that your father is a tribal chief." Nuoen said indifferently: "Our tribe is the most powerful tribe around, plus your injuries are too serious, so you will chant Extradition to Sparta... That’s right, the same Sparta your father said before. Their king and Odin reached an agreement to continue the rampage in the way of the blizzard, so extradite some innocent people to Sparta Arrive and make proper arrangements...as you think, we are refugees now."

Hearing Norn's words, Quill nodded thoughtfully. In Norn’s words, Quill can hear that the reason he can be extradited to Sparta is largely because he is the son of the chieftain of the most powerful tribe around...but this does not There is nothing wrong with Quill. Because in Northern Europe, it is weak meat and strong food. The capable people should get a better life. Even said that in Quill's impression, many small tribes will also throw the old and weak and sick into the wilderness when the snowstorm is coming or the food is not enough to reduce the burden of the tribe...

Quill cares more about the fact that Spartan and Odin have reached an agreement than the former... Through the gap in the curtain, Quill can see that there are busy pedestrians outside. They have obvious Scandinavian characteristics... rough skin, loud voice, blonde hair, and a big beard. Some people are roasting a fire, while others are helping to carry the wounded. Although the ground is also full of snowflakes, there is no snow in the sky, and even the wind is much warmer than the atrium...

"What about my father?"

Quill asked subconsciously.

"..."

Looking at the silent Norn in front of him, Quill nodded quietly after a moment of silence... Nordic did not believe in tears, and even said that in Northern Europe, crying was considered a cowardly act. Under the guidance of his father, Quill knew something at a very young age. That is not to cry... It is easy to say, but it is not easy to do. With his lips pressed, Quill fell silent.

The hottest thing is that Quill took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Speaking... what do you think of Sparta?"

Hearing Quill's words, Norn shook his head with emotion after a moment of silence.

"incredible……"

"incredible?"

Nodding, Noun continued: "Do you remember the three soldiers who saved us?"

"Of course...they are the most powerful fighters I have ever seen."

"They are part of the Legion... The Legion's name is Spartan Guard, and there are three hundred people."

"..."

Quill looks a little unbelievable, because in his impression, a warrior like this is absolutely qualified to enter the Hall of Heroes! It even said that in Guell's impression, even his own father could not defeat the troll with only one blow and a shield...

"There are two others named after this legion. They are the Valkyrie Legion and the Celtic Heavy Rider...not just force, but other things. There is something called Restoration Honeyweed that only needs to be chewed. Stick it to the wound, and the wound will stop bleeding quickly. I saw a dwarf bitten by the snow wolf, who was wounded and wounded up like no one after drinking the potion...you guessed it, you survived the most. , Also because of the potion. Otherwise, you would have died because of excessive blood loss."

"They will also use a knife to cut your body apart, take out the dirt inside and sew it again. Your chest and legs are just that! You don’t know, I thought you were dead! I was holding it Candles, when they cut your chest, I can even see your heart! Fortunately, you survived... even the doctor at that time said that you have only a 30% chance of surviving..."

While speaking, Nuon's eyes were full of worship and yearning. Guell had an unprecedented curiosity about Sparta.