Three Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Spread Fire

In the darkness, Sheil felt that he was having difficulty breathing. A voice kept calling to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.

In the end, a gleam of light lit up in Shayle's line of sight, it was the light emitted by Frost Spirit.

Sheil opened his eyes, and the cold frost and snow poured into his throat.

Pale white magic power gushed out from his body, relying on the support of the magic power, he broke through the encirclement of frost and snow, and crawled out from a piece of snow.

"Ahem..." After Xie Er sucked in the icy air into his body, he felt his consciousness cleared up a lot.

Although there were still many strange sounds echoing in his ears, a bit like tinnitus that made him feel very irritated, but relying on the frost spirit, he suppressed them.

Ice Dragon, Avalanche.

Although at the last moment, he used magic to control the falling frost and snow, under the icy breath, the entire army was still swallowed by the avalanche.

Finally fell to the bottom of the ice cliff?

Sheil raised his head and looked up. The ice cliff was so high that he felt a little desperate, and the sky gradually darkened.

He struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, and the Frost Snow Spirit instantly landed on another snowdrift.

The ice-blue inscription appeared in Seyel's hands, and the frost and snow accumulated there were gradually removed, revealing the covered Marshal Artem underneath.

"marshal!"

Sheyer immediately ran to the side of the tall marshal. In the close-range battle with the ice dragon just now, the marshal relied on his own body to forcibly resist the ice dragon's breath.

Marshal Amt slowly opened his eyes, and when he regained consciousness, he covered his forehead.

"Damn it! What are these noises?"

"Marshal Ammut, are you alright?" Sheil asked.

"I'm fine, but I'm a little confused." Marshal Amt shook his head, took out a jug full of spirits and took a sip, relying on alcohol to wake himself up. He was just about to stand up when he felt severe pain in his left leg.

"Frostbite, and it's very serious." Sheil looked at Marshal Amt's left leg, and the armor covering it had shattered into debris like ice.

It must have been the injury caused by the breath of the ice dragon just now. When Seyel was about to use magic to treat the wound slightly, Marshal Amut waved his hand.

"We in the south have seen this little injury a lot. Prince Sheil still buried me and your soldiers under the snow. They need your help more than I do."

"I see."

Sheyer also knew the seriousness of the matter, he immediately took a few steps back and began to chant the incantation, and the frost spirit built inscriptions one after another around him.

The moment the magic was completed, the snow on the ground was lifted directly, revealing the soldiers buried under the snow.

Some soldiers and mages are gradually waking up, but some soldiers seem to be still asleep.

Prince Sheil immediately ran to a sleeping soldier and tried to wake them up with his voice.

"Don't come near me! Don't come near me!"

When Xie Er was about to touch the soldier, his reaction was particularly intense, as if he was having a terrible nightmare, sweat was overflowing on his forehead.

Sheyer had never seen anything like this before, and his tinnitus seemed to be getting worse.

Just as Seyle was about to wake him up, there was a roaring sound from the other side.

"You bloody beast!!"

It was a soldier who was awake, but his mental state was extremely unstable, he knelt down on the ground, hugged his forehead and kept growling.

This roar caused the soldiers who woke up around to become a little crazy. It was like a contagious virus. One soldier after another fell into fear as if they saw something extremely terrifying.

Caused by ice dragon? !

"Calm down!" Sheil began trying to relieve the soldiers from their fear, but the effect was minimal.

Only those spellcasters with extremely high attainments in spells maintained their sanity.

"Do any of you know magic like sedation?"

Sheyer asked loudly those spellcasters who had awakened.

"Your Highness! We have already used it! But it doesn't work!" A spell caster also responded loudly.

what is going on!

Seeing the soldier in front of him who kept muttering strange words, Seyel was at a loss for what to do for a moment.

He is only proficient in a very small number of healing magics, but the casters who are proficient in healing magics with the army have no choice, and it is even more impossible for him to heal these soldiers.

Seyle's forehead began to ache at the thought.

The temperature at night on the border of the Frost Kingdom is enough to freeze to death any unprepared spellcaster. If you don't quickly collect the materials that fell in the canyon and build a camp, half of the soldiers will freeze to death tonight.

what to do……

While Xie Er was thinking, he suddenly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.

There is a leaf sealed in the pendant, the leaf of the tree of the world.

correct! Magic Web!

Xie Er immediately opened the magic net and logged into the spellcaster forum. Since he had the login authority of the spellcaster forum with the help of Nolan's spellcaster a few days ago, he has completely fallen in love with this brand new 'magic' .

Using the spellcaster forum, he can communicate with spellcasters from Nolan to discuss magic issues together, as well as ask questions on the forum.

Xie Er found the category of seeking help in the "magic research" area of ​​the forum and sent a post.

The content of the post describes the symptoms shown by these soldiers, hoping that the wise caster can give him an answer and tell him how to treat it.

But his post didn't get any response from anyone. Sheyer waited anxiously for a full three minutes. When the post directly 'sinked', he felt a little discouraged.

But it didn't take long for his post to get a reply from others, and he looked at that reply in surprise.

"The symptoms sound a bit like a side effect of a magic addiction. You, the poster, are you using the magic shadow stone?" Respondent: The man in yellow.

Shayle had heard of the Addiction Stone, but he didn't believe so many soldiers would be using it...it must be something else.

Sheyer replied in the negative, and while waiting for other people's answers, he waited for more than ten minutes, but found that there was no new reply.

Could it be that the symptoms are not described in detail enough? Or is it because the Nolan sage, the man in yellow, replied? Wait... the man in yellow is not necessarily me.

Hearing the screams of the soldiers around him, Seyle became noisier, and his inner emotions were replaced by anxiety. Just as Seyle's hope gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.

He glanced at the respondent's name, 'The Fire Passer'.