"Come and see this old fat man. Is there any help?" Bolon sat on the ground and gasped for three breaths, then struggled to stand up. He looked at the battlefield and then picked up his sword. By the way, he also brought back a longbow, three firewood chopping axes and several arrows.

Zhao Mai came to Sir Rodlick's side. The old white-bearded man was still awake stubbornly, gritting his teeth tightly, exerting force from his nose and teeth, obviously being tortured by severe pain. In order not to worry others, and to avoid affecting the morale of his own side's side's battle, he stood up and said nothing. "Madam...isn't it... okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Caitlin ran over and knelt beside Sir Rodlick. The white-bearded old man had a concave chest, one leg was flat from below the knee, and the other leg was also bent at a strange angle. His face was pale and he obviously lost a lot of blood. If he could have a bachelor who was proficient in medicine at this time, he would have a ray of livelihood. But now, there are still several days left before Eagle Nest City, and the Jazz would probably not be able to hold on there.

"Get out of the space, don't squeeze here." Zhao Mai looked at it, then said to Mrs. Stark: "Help me fight, I'll try to save him. First give me your dagger, I need something sharp to cut his hard armor. In addition, raise the fire, cook a pot of water, and cook a pot of meat. Now there is horse meat, cut it into small pieces and cook it quickly, and the injury needs to eat."

Without saying a word, Mrs. Stark took out a dagger and threw it to Zhao Mai, and then began to get busy. When she did not suspect that others were the murderer of her children, she was a smart and capable woman, as tenacious and brave as the people in the north. She felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, it was her temporary decision to arrest Tyrion, and it was her decision to attack the east and the west, and to take a group of temporary pieces of men to the East Eagle Nest City. She had heard her sister complain about how barbaric and dangerous the mountain people here were. It was easy to have problems without bringing a regular army. She knew it clearly, but...

Sir Rodlick has been in charge of her family for many years, and I remember that even her husband, the current king's hand, Ned, the Duke of Winterfell, had been trained by him. Over the years, Sir Rodlick has not only been a coach, a knight and a loyal minister, but also a relative and elder. Caitlin prayed to the Seven Gods, to the Heavenly Father, the Virgin, the Warrior, the Girl, the Blacksmith and the Old Wretch, hoping that the Jazz could escape the danger. She even begged the last god "Stranger" to ask him not to take the Jazz's soul away.

But the only one who can really save the Jazz is the natural force controlled by Zhao Mai. Cut open his clothes and pants and expose the wound. The situation is not optimistic. Zhao Mai uses his spiritual power to strengthen his senses, see through the skin, and then uses the remote control ring to help move the bones. He is not an orthopedic doctor, and he has never recited any medical skills. However, as long as he causes bleeding and other wounds, he whispers to let the natural force block the bleeding position and give the body a chance to heal itself.

"Your legs may not work anymore. There are two ways for you to choose now. One is that I will help you stop bleeding easily. You endure the pain all the way and stick to Eagle Nest City to let the bachelor there see if there is any better chance of bone jointing. But doing so may cause you to feel pain halfway through. The other is that I saw off your legs so that you can ensure you survive and install the fake legs later."

"I can hold it back," said Sir Rodlick: "I'll choose the first one!"

"Since that's the case, we can't waste too much time. We'll set off after I've handled it for you." Zhao Mai said, and continued to be busy.

Apart from Zhao Mai and Sir, only Caitlin, Tyrion, Saffer, Bolon and the minstrel Marion who had been huddled under the car. This timid guy had no other words to comment on except for his luck to explain. And thankfully, his harp strings were broken, and it seemed that he would not be tortured by his crappy songs along the way.

"I have never seen your treatment before." Savre took back the long knife and stood opposite Zhao Mai with his arms in his arms. "Can you tell me what its name is?"

"Uh, it's called a healing technique." Zhao Mai looked up at him, then waved his hand at him. "Let it be a little bit, you'll block the light."

"Sorry." Savre moved a step to the side and continued to ask, "How did you catch the spear that the trolls threw back?"

"What are you doing? Are you the king's spy?" Zhao Mai became alert.

"He should be a witch hunter. He was once a part of the school city, specializing in dealing with evil wizards, evil ghosts and monsters. In order to deal with huge monsters, their weapons are very unique, just like the one in Safre's hands." Tyrion has been dragging his heavy axe and does not let go even after the battle. He now needs to talk to people to get rid of the state of the battlefield. Moreover, his feet are cramped so hard that he hopes Mike can heal him.

"You guessed it very accurately. I am indeed a witch hunter, dealing with all abnormal strange things. This is the troll that just now. The monsters left by the evil magic of the past have been distorted, and will only cause killing again and again."

Tyrion shook his head and said, "I always thought you didn't really exist, but this time I happened to see the logo on the back of your long sword. Even the School City did not admit that there was really a team of witch hunters, and never recorded you in books."

"How did you know?" Zhao Mai frowned tightly. Others thought he was having a headache for treating the wound, but in fact he was thinking about something more troublesome: he had never heard of the witch hunter in Westeros, films and TV shows. Savre, like the dragons flying in the thick fog before, had sudden changes. Although the nodes of major events are still protected - such as Tyrion and Caitlin are still alive - where do other changes come from?

Zhong Jianbai guaranteed that this trip to Westeros is a "low intensity, high stability" world journey. On the one hand, this means security. The level of power in this world is not high and there is no great danger. Stability means "the development of events will not be greatly changed, and will not be much different from the 'historical record' that is affected by 'inspiration'."

But the situation seems to have changed a little now. Although it is still low in intensity, many things Zhao Mai has never expected at all. Sir Rodlick would not have to be so seriously injured, and if he hadn't thrown a spear in time to temporarily suspend the giant's offensive, there would be no jazz at this time!

‘Although the adventure with changes is more interesting, this change should not affect the purpose of my trip!’

No one could hear his thoughts, and even if he heard them, he would definitely not understand them. Tyrion sighed and said to Zhao Mai: "I have always dreamed of having my own dragon, so I am very interested in all kinds of mysterious things. I don't deny that I once wanted to be a magician, after all, a magician does not need a tall figure. Unfortunately, I can't even release a spell, I can't even deserve a potion, and there is no dragon. However, I have indeed read a lot of books for this, including some rare travel notes or diaries."

"I am the last demon hunter." Safel said: "There is no magic or dragon in this world, so the power of the demon hunter is no longer necessary. At most, it is to encounter such a monster. A good swordsman can easily kill such an enemy, and there is no need for a demon hunter to solve it."

"Then do you know how to spell it? Even the simplest one is OK?" Tyrion's eyes clearly had a hint of expectation.
Chapter completed!