The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 515 Bright, Paladin!

The shell ship crashed.

The wreckage was smashed on a mountain wall, the shock wave knocked down the trees, shattered the river surface, and the earth was in panic.

Linde, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at the mess and sighed. His wound was regenerating again, and there was still an arrow in his body that had not been removed. It followed the movement of his muscles and quietly drilled deeper, silently expanding the injury.

Fortunately, he was a well-known doctor, so he didn't panic. What needs to be done now is to search for available medicinal materials and equipment and carry out emergency treatment of wounds.

He looked around. It was an unfamiliar river beach. The trees lit by flames were burning like torches. Under the firelight, starlight and moonlight, several figures could be vaguely seen lying on the beach - there were definitely more than one or two in number, but There are more than ten people.

The fall of the shell ship must have affected innocent people.

"Leazel, Shadowheart, are you okay?" He called loudly, but received no response.

The exhaustion after the battle made him drowsy. The explosions of the shell ship were intermittent like aftershocks. Linde heard crying and moaning on the river beach.

He shouted: "Hold on! I'm coming!"

The crying and howling of the injured paused for a moment, and with more hope of survival due to his call, they endured the pain and shouted: "I'm here!" "Help me, please!" "I'm fine. It hurts and I need a doctor!”

Following the sound, he found the source of the cries. They were several fishermen who had been hit by flying rocks and stray bullets. They were seriously injured. There were also some more unfortunate companions who had died in this natural disaster, and their bodies were cold. Quiet eyes stared silently at the eternal sky.

At a time of despair and sorrow, Linde's arrival gave the injured great comfort.

"Don't talk, keep your strength, stay awake. I am a doctor, and I will not give up on any of you."

The ambient light was still sufficient. Linde made a preliminary examination of several injured patients and instructed them to press on the bleeding points to stop blood loss as much as possible.

Immediately, he began to collect local materials, medicinal materials and all available supplies.

Linde just lied, he knew very well that he couldn't save everyone.

There was a middle-aged fisherman whose injuries were too serious and could not be delayed for long. He is now racing against time with Kelemvor, the god of death, to save the lives of mortals before he takes away their souls.

Compared with the relaxation and optimism on the shell ship, he was very urgent now.

There are some miscanthus scattered on the river bank that can be used as medicinal materials, fish hooks and hanging threads can be used for suturing, canvas and fishing nets can be used for emergency bandaging, fishermen's wine can be used for disinfection and medicine, and the river water purified by magic can be used to clean wounds...

Linde came back again and again, miraculously bringing back some crude potions and crude surgical equipment.

"Hold on." He coldly judged the injuries of these civilians. He gave up rescuing those who were too seriously injured, and put aside the ones with the least serious injuries first. He selected a young fisherman in his twenties and began to rescue them.

A temporary torch was planted in the surrounding sand, and the raging fire turned into a passion in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Doctor, can I still be saved? I don't want to die...ah - it hurts!...Hey, I'm much better!"

One after another, the injured returned from the brink of death.

Linde felt drowsy again. The fingers holding the needle were as stiff as forged iron and could not be bent. Simple mattress sutures became difficult. The wounds he sutured were like giant centipedes.

In the end, there was only one wounded person left, and he was in the worst condition.

There were ruptured organs, internal bleeding, penetrating abdominal injuries, and the intestines were squeezed by the abdominal striated muscles and slid out from the belly, like a little green snake protruding its head.

The middle-aged man's gray eyes stared intently at Linde.

"P-please... I don't want to... my wife and children are waiting... for my fish, for breakfast..."

At this time, the fishermen's wives and children were sleeping soundly in a hut in a village upstream of the river. The roar of the crashing shell ship crossed the mountains and forests, sounding like muffled thunder on a summer night. The little daughter sucked her fingers and imagined the early morning in her dream. The silver scales rolling in the fish basket after my father returned...

Linde slowly sat next to the middle-aged fisherman. The blood on his hands was not washed away, his face was pale, and the calm expression on his face had been tasted by the injured as a sign of noble compassion.

The middle-aged fisherman knew that he was hopeless, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, like a silent sigh.

Lind closed his eyes, not looking at the poor man's dying struggle. A gentleman is far away from his kitchen, and a doctor cannot bear to lose his life.

He is a warlock and a physician, the former being his path of power and the latter being his profession. Unfortunately, warlocks pursue power, mystery, power, and destruction, and have no extraordinary means to save lives.

If you want to save people, priests, druids, paladins, and even bards will all have ways to do it. Priests in the realm of life specialize in healing illnesses and rescuing people, druids also find the way to salvation from nature, paladins can call upon divine grace, and bards are all-rounders.

Linde did not feel guilty because a life was about to disappear. Anyway, the soul still exists after death, and death in the fantasy world is just another great adventure.

He was just thinking more seriously about whether to work part-time in other professions, so as not to encounter similar situations on his future adventures and not be helpless again.

The path of a warlock is difficult and bumpy. When he first embarked on this path, it was because he was in a deserted world and in urgent need of strength, so he signed a contract with the King of the Tower. Now it seems that there are many constraints, and the strength is not outstanding.

The professions whose main attribute is charm include bards, sorcerers, and warlocks. In addition, although the main attribute of the paladin is strength, his spellcasting attribute is also charm.

If you want to work part-time, you should first consider poets and paladin. Other professions such as monks, warriors, rogues, and mages have different attributes, so it is really a bit far-fetched.

As for the warlock, this is a profession that God will reward you with. You can't just work part-time if you want.

To become a bard, the most important thing is to have unparalleled musical talent.

Any singer in the world who plays and sings in a tavern can call himself a bard, but they are all unqualified.

True bards can communicate with the universe through music and song. Their power comes from the echo of the Word of Creation, and mastering these requires long periods of hard work and precious talent.

Lind recalled that the only instrument he had ever played was the recorder in elementary school music class, and he was a mess at it.

So there was only one way before him.

——The last beacon in a desperate world, a beacon of hope in the dark tide, guarding justice, protecting the weak, killing evil and killing evil, until death.

powerful!

Sublime!

Invincible!

This is how the world knows Paladins.

Paladins are elite warriors, but the difference from warriors is that they draw strength from their oaths, receive gifts comparable to the protection of gods, and abide by their oaths. Once the oath is broken, they will lose their power.

The middle-aged fisherman looked at the stars twinkling with tears.

He believes in the shrew queen Ambori, and the waves of the Sa River will take him back to Amboli's divine kingdom in the bottomless abyss, where he may continue to be a happy fisherman and never be in the air force.

However, he has not sent the basket of fish home yet.

The fellow fishermen were still groaning intermittently, weeping for the dead and dying.

In this gloomy mist, a calm, solemn, and majestic murmur suddenly sounded.

"In the name of honesty, I swear, I will not lie or deceive, and I will keep my promise."

The crying stopped, and the injured looked at each other, and all looked at the man kneeling on the river beach. His black hair was swaying in the wind, and his face seemed to be melted into pure gold in the firelight.

And every word in his words is like a hammer hitting the steel drill called the world, making a clanging sound!

"In the name of bravery, I swear never to retreat. In the name of mercy, I swear to protect the weak. In the name of responsibility, I swear to abide by justice and help those under my protection."

Linde's drooped eyelids slowly opened, and a brilliant pure golden light appeared in his pupils. His right hand rose as if weightless, and the golden divine aura overflowed from his palm, like a ball of fire or a miniature sun.

The morning light rose in the gray vision of the fishermen who were about to die.

Linde pressed his palm on his wound. Under the grace of holy treatment, the broken organs healed quickly, the broken muscles were naturally connected, and the surging vitality returned to the remaining body. In the blink of an eye, he was out of danger and fully recovered. .

The eyes of the fishermen on the river beach reflected the golden light. They all looked at each other, and then one after another they touched their chests and saluted, with solemn expressions and hissed.

"Praise the good gods, may they illuminate your path, noble Paladin!"

As a game guide, it is recommended to wait until the fifth level of the magician has a double team before working part-time as a paladin. Here, you can work part-time in advance. The three-dozen locks of Ra's House Rules are still too good. I heard that in the 5r rules, magic There are 3 dozen at the eleventh level of the division. It seems that Larian is the leading version, not a bug (laughs)

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