Has the association's support finally arrived?

An Wen breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and watched the three figures break through the blizzard, wrapped in cold mist and smashed into the snow field beside him, splashing snow and ice all over the sky.

"An Wen, you're doing a good job. It seems that I underestimate your practical ability and creation level."

President Montera was surrounded by hazy light mist, holding a giant light-cast hammer in one hand, and walked out of the splashing snow mist with two lantern counts, came to An Wen, and looked him up and down with admiring eyes.

"Before I came here, I thought I would see a mess, but I didn't expect that An Wen, you can support the entire 98th zone defense line alone when the Secret Wire Enchantment failed, and did not let a monster break into the city. It's great! You are indeed worthy of the responsibility of the Count of Lanterns."

"This is nothing, but President, why did you come here in person? Where is Vice President Field?"

An Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect the president to come to support himself. He thought that the person who came here would be Vice President Field, who was responsible for foreign operations.

"He has other things to be busy with. An Wen, you should be tired too. Let's go and rest now. Leave the rest to the association to handle..."

President Montera waved his hand at Anwen, signaling that he could go back.

To be honest, President Montera is indeed full of majesty, both in words and actions, and he doesn't know why he looks inappropriate in his usual manner, which is really hard to understand.

But this doubt is irrelevant. The tired An Wen didn't have the heart to think about this. He pulled up the long sword on the ground, bowed slightly to President Montera and two colleagues, and then turned around and rose into the air with a "step: floating step" and leaned towards the south gate along with the barriers behind him.

Standing behind President Montera, carrying a heavy sword on his back, the burly lantern count watched An Wen's back disappear into the wind and snow, he hesitated for a moment, and said.

"President, the puppet behind Count Anwen should have the strength of a level 6 hero, right?"

"Isn't this very obvious? Milos, just look at the broken corpses behind you. The one-armed sword demon on the 18th floor, the four-armed two-headed giant on the 17th floor, the giant stone element, and the 16th floor, the horned Sartre are all 6th-level elites..."

President Montera said, turned his head and glanced at Earl Milos, turned around and walked towards the spiral spire.

"Earl Anwen is not 20 years old this year, but he can actually make a puppet of this level. Why did I have been studying creation for more than 100 years and still an apprentice..."

Earl Milos had a complicated expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Milos, maybe it's time to give up your dream of a Creator, this really requires talent..."

Earl Lindro, who was traveling with him, patted Earl Milos on the shoulder.

"I will not give up. It's only 100 years, and it's too early to draw conclusions."

Earl Milos obviously didn't want to give up his dream, and wanted to stick to it.

"Whatever you want..."

Count Lindro responded to his stubborn colleague casually, reached out and pulled out the knight's sword at his waist, followed President Montera, and walked towards the spiral spire towering on the top of the hill.

Earl Milos also took off the heavy sword on his back and took a few quick steps to stand shoulder to shoulder with Earl Lindro.

An Wen naturally knew nothing about the two colleagues behind him. When the three lantern counts approached the spiral spire, he had already returned to the South Gate Tower with the barriers.

On the city tower that was still orderly before, there were night watchmen and folk hunters covered in blood and groaning in pain, some doctors in white robes were walking among the injured to check, busy filling the healing agent for the injured who had the value of rescue, then sutured the wound and bandaged and disinfected.

Some injured people who lack arms and legs and are seriously injured may simply lose their rescue value due to the efficiency of rescue, and can only lie in the dark corner of the city tower, waiting in despair to arrive.

This is also impossible. Most of the therapeutic agents reserved by the Night Watchmen are weak-effect agents for treating minor injuries, and the refined therapeutic agents for treating moderate injuries only account for a small part of the reserve.

Since only an alchemist above the expert level can refine a small amount of powerful healing potion, the success rate is not guaranteed, so every bottle of powerful healing potion appears on the market, it will cause bidding to rob. Not to mention a night watchman's urban branch, even in the night watchman's headquarters warehouse, there may not be many bottles.

Even the Count of Lanterns is no exception. After all, An Wen's colleagues have all the talents in combat. If you want to master expert-level alchemy, you can only rely on hundreds of years to slowly pile it up.

However, every month, the Count of Lanterns can get 5 bottles of powerful healing potions from the association and 10 bottles of refined healing potions. Generally, they will not be injured, so they are not short of potions.

As for An Wen, a master-level alchemist, there is no need to mention. His potion cabinet is almost full of potion healing potions, and he plans to update and replace all of these potions with quick-acting ones.

So An Wen, who had never lacked potions, did not realize a powerful healing potion. At this time, what did these ordinary night watchmen and folk hunters mean? Until now, he saw the injured who were waiting to die with his own eyes.

"Hey! Come here!"

After a while of silence, An Wen waved to a passing doctor.

The young doctor who was holding a bandage and healing potion and was walking in a hurry, glanced left and right in confusion, and then confirmed that An Wen was calling him, so he stopped and turned around and walked to An Wen to bow and salute.

"Sir Earl, are you doing anything? I'm still..."

"Take these potions away, and there are still some serious injuries over there to save them. In addition, these bottles are quick-acting, remember to use them well..."

An Wen took out all the healing potions in the windbreaker and belt and put them in the hands of the young doctor. He did not mean to say more to him. He waved his hand and signaled that he could continue to work hard.

Next, An Wen did not pay attention to the injured. He found the Knight Laughton who was resting on the city wall. After saying hello, he got off the south gate and rode on the Ice Flame Battle Horse to go home.

When I rode to the entrance at the junction of Zhizheng Avenue and Linhu Chang Street, a sudden vibration came from behind.
Chapter completed!