Chapter 387
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"Don't use the anesthetic powder?" Hearing Dean's words, the young archer was startled. He hesitated for a moment, but he still put away the anesthetic powder. He had seen that Dean's arm was infected with a highly toxic poison and must be cleaned and bandaged immediately. The situation was extremely urgent. If he waited for the anesthetic powder to take effect, it would take at least five to ten seconds. This was the best quality military anesthetic powder, and this short anesthetic time was likely to affect Dean's life.
"Master, please stop for a moment. I'll bandage it for you. You must hold on!"
Dean quickly pulled out an arrow and aimed. The arrowhead once again pierced the throat of a giant wolf knight. He turned his head and stared at the young archer. He didn't even have the mood to say a word. He grabbed the dagger from the archer's hand and stabbed it along the wound on his left hand. Black poisonous blood splashed out from the wound. He lowered his arm so that the poisonous blood didn't splatter on the archer's face.
Dean threw the dagger back to the young archer as he saw the poisonous blood flowing out. He continued to hold the bow in his right hand and pulled out the arrow with his left hand: "Make another cut on the arm and let the blood out. You only need to bandage it. Don't worry about anything else!"
The young archer was startled but reacted quickly. He took out the disinfectant gauze and wrapped it around Dean's arm. He forced the poisonous blood out of Dean's arm.
Dean took off the quiver from his back and inserted it into the soil in front of his feet. It was inconvenient to take the arrow backhand while bandaging the wound. It was much faster to take the arrow directly in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the place where Reid and others were blocking. Arrows were shot at the giant wolf cavalry that were attacking him.
The young archer's bandaging was a bit difficult. Dean's arm was constantly shaking, so he had to move along with Dean's arm. Fortunately, Dean's arm always maintained a mechanical shaking range, so he quickly found a rhythm. He quickly cleaned the wound, forced out the poisonous blood, sprinkled antidote powder, and bandaged the wound.
Dean's archery was somewhat disturbed during the process of bandaging the wound. He didn't continue to aim at the throat, eyeball and other small parts. Instead, he locked on the wolf's body. The sharp arrows easily penetrated the parts of the wolf's body that weren't covered by the protective gear. The barbarian cavalrymen on their backs were also affected. Some of them fell down. Although some of them were barely riding on the wolf's body, but it was difficult for them to accurately wield their weapons.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of arrows was like the summoning of the undead. Every time the sound echoed, a wolf would scream and fall down.
The morale of Reid and others rose. They resisted the rain of arrows from the wolf cavalry while fighting against the wolf cavalry.
The lethality of the wolf riders was greatly reduced after losing the support of the giant wolves. Reid and the others pounced on them and quickly beheaded them. However, in this chaotic battlefield, two knights and a shield swordsman were killed by the wolf riders. Their deaths were tragic. It was a cruel and bloody scene as if they had stepped into hell from the human world.
More than half of the wolf cavalry died in the blink of an eye. The passage in the canyon was blocked. The wolf archers behind the wolf cavalry were exposed to Dean's arrows.
Dean noticed that there was a very strong red heat behind the wolf archers. It was much higher than the heat emitted by Reid's body. He wanted to warn Reid but he stopped himself. He continued to use his arrows to kill the wolf archers.
The wolf archers lost the protection of the cavalry. Reid and others cooperated with Dean's arrows and quickly beheaded several archers. Even the wolf archers were killed by Dean.
Dean turned to look at the young archer who was bandaging his left hand. He saw that his left hand had reduced a lot in just a short time. His heart was slightly relieved. It seemed that the poison smeared by the shield swordsman was not an incurable poison. However, this may be related to the physique of a senior hunter. Although his immunity was not as strong as before, but at least it was much stronger than the majority of senior hunters. If an ordinary person was poisoned by this poison, it was estimated that they would fall to the ground and die on the spot.
But the archer persisted for half a minute. It was less than half a minute from the time he was injured to the end of the battle. Moreover, his left arm was strangled so the poison didn't flow into his body. His brain and heart weren't affected.
"What a strong poison!" The young archer was sweating. He smelled the pungent smell of the poisonous blood. He was frightened. If he didn't disinfect the blood then it would be too late.
Dean pulled out the quiver and put it on his back. He rushed to the front of the battlefield.
The young archer's face changed: "Master, you want to …"
Dean came to about forty to fifty meters behind Reid and others. He quickly shot an arrow. The swelling on his left hand had reduced a lot. A lot of black blood burst out from the wound as he pulled out the arrow. The white disinfectant gauze was quickly dyed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The wolf archers quickly fell under the arrows of Reid, Dean and the others.
Reid and the others were already in front of the wolf archers. Their attacks became more and more ferocious without the long-range arrows of the wolf archers. Their arrows were always flying at the right time. The wolf archers retreated and fell one after another.
A majestic shadow jumped out from behind a fallen wolf archer as Reid and the others were advancing. It was a ferocious beast that looked like a lion and a leopard. It jumped three or four meters high and directly jumped over the fallen wolf archer's mount. It jumped in front of Reid who was rushing in front of him.
Reid was shocked and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
Roar!
The lion-leopard monster roared as it opened its mouth to bite Reid's arm. Reid raised his sword to block the monster's attack and bit his arm. Reid's sword was cut by its sharp teeth.
Reid was sweating because of the pain. He wanted to struggle but there was a tearing pain. At this time, he felt a chill on his head. He looked up and saw a shadow like a black scimitar coming towards him.
His pupils shrank as he shrank his body. He didn't care about the pain on his arm as he bent down. He heard a cracking sound as his arm was torn off by the ferocious beast!
Fresh blood spurted out, and the black scimitar on top of his head also slashed through his hair. A chill went straight to the top of his head, causing his entire body to feel cold. Cold sweat broke out, and he had a terrifying feeling as if his scalp was being kissed by the god of death.
"Captain!"
A shield swordsman's eyes turned red. He roared and raised his shield to block in front of Reid.
Bang!
The ferocious monster's front hooves stomped down on the Shield Swordsman's raised shield. The heavy force came crashing down, trampling the Shield Swordsman to death under the shield, causing a pool of blood to splash out.
However, the moment the shield was trampled, the shield swordsman reached out and pulled the injured Reid away from the ferocious monster.
Reid saw the pool of blood under the hoof of the monster. He roared and used his other arm to pick up the spear of a dead knight. He roared and rushed towards the ferocious beast.
There was a slender woman sitting on the back of the ferocious beast. She was wearing a fur armor and a lion helmet. She saw Reid rushing towards her. She coldly snorted and waved her black scimitar.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a horrifying cold air attacked him.
The slender woman's pupils shrank as she hurriedly bent down.
Whoosh!
An arrow whizzed past her back the moment she bent down, leaving a dent in the beast fur on her back armor. It almost hit her back armor.
The slender woman raised her head. Her wheat-colored face was pale. She felt the hairs on her body stand up. She stared at the front of the canyon. She saw a thin figure standing behind Reid and the others. He was holding a bow in his hand. His expression was as cold as ice. There wasn't the slightest emotion on his face. He was completely different from the hot-blooded warriors in front of him. He was like a piece of cold ice. But she could clearly feel that this youth was the most terrifying existence. It was as if he was the only one in the entire canyon.
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