Chapter 629: The Crisis of the Rebel Army

After working for more than an hour, the sea warrior was finally rescued by Avenlin himself.

Seeing the sea warrior whose breathing gradually returned to normal, the people of the three deep sea tribes around looked respectfully at the sea hermit transformed by Avenlin.

Although Ai Wenliner has taught most of his medical skills to the medical staff of the three deep-sea rebels, but such serious injuries as the sea warrior just now cannot be treated successfully by them. Only after mastering Ai Wenlin'er can he really save the human sea warrior just now.

Taking a deep breath, the gill sacs on both sides spit out a series of air bubbles. At this time, Evan Liner felt that he needed to take a good rest. After all, this avatar Aven Liner had not been strengthened in the slightest, and his physical strength was at the same level. The sea clan is no different, so the high-intensity treatment just now really made Avenlin feel tired.

However, Ai Wenlin obviously had no chance to rest. Just when he was sitting on a coral chair and was about to rest, a female Naga with four arms swung her lower body like a snake tail and quickly came to Ai Wenlin. Wen Liner's side.

"Master Avenlin, Lord Francia fell into the tricks of those guys from the alliance and was seriously poisoned. Please ask Master Avenline to save Lord Francia!"

Franski is one of the three leaders of the rebel army, the leader of the Naga tribe among the three deep sea tribes in the rebel army, and the only female leader. The meaning she represents is not that any person from the three deep sea tribes can In comparison, if something goes wrong with her, the rebel army, who was abandoned by Sea God and has been suppressed all the time, is likely to fall apart because of this, so Evan Liner must not let Fraschi have any problems, Even if the other party doesn't come to him, he will find a way to rescue Franski!

While thinking about it, Ai Wenlin immediately stood up, and without saying a word, he followed the other party directly to the place where Franski lived, which was located in the core coral reef of the rebel base camp.

After passing the twists and turns in the coral reef, Evan Liner saw the pale-faced Faranski lying on the coral bed, and beside Falanski, another person among the three chiefs was the same The leader of the Sea Clan, Mason, stood aside with a serious face. When he saw Avenlin's arrival, he immediately swam up.

"Master Avenlin, the injury on Franski's body is not serious, but the poison in her is too severe. Without the magic technique bestowed by the sea god, we can't do anything about this unknown poison!"

"Master Mason, first let me take a look at the injury of Lord Farsky. I can assure you that I will do my best to treat the injury on Master Farsky."

Nodding, Mason immediately gave up his position, and Evan Liner quickly stepped forward,

He sat down on the coral chair next to the coral bed where Franski was lying, and then took out some medical equipment in the medical bag he was carrying, and then began to check Franski's injuries.

As Mason said, the injuries on Francchi's body were not serious, only two not-so-deep scars were left on the middle of the snake's tail and on the left shoulder. I'm afraid it will heal on its own in a short time, but now the wound is not only not healed, but it is gradually turning black, and there are signs of decay. Obviously, the toxin in it is not simple, otherwise it would not turn a seventh-level strong man into a wound. This look!

Seventh grade! That's right, it is level seven. The three leaders of the rebel army are all level seven powerhouses who have surpassed the upper limit of level six. It is precisely because of this that they can compete with the alliance with only 30% of them. There are also quite a few powerhouses in the alliance who have surpassed the sixth level, but these three seven-level powerhouses cannot be completely eliminated for a while, so the stalemate has come to this.

Avenlin collected some poisonous blood from Franzqi's wound, put it into a shell-like Petri dish, and carefully checked the toxins in this drop of poisonous blood. After the inspection, Avenlin's His expression became serious, because he recognized that this toxin was a highly poisonous potion specially invented for the three tribes of the deep sea from the wizarding world of the Eastern Continent. Its name was "Scale of Decay". People who have taken this potion, if they don't have a specific antidote, can't get rid of the toxin at all, and can only watch themselves die, unless they are strong at the legendary level and borrow the divine power of the gods alive, otherwise there is no exception.

It's just that this kind of highly poisonous potion is expensive to make, and its raw materials are extremely scarce. Even the three major empires in the Eastern Continent only have a small amount, which can be obtained by people from the alliance of three tribes in the deep sea and used on Franceschi. It is very likely that they got it by accident by robbing those merchant ships. Of course, it is not ruled out that they have some transactions with one of the three great empires in the Eastern Continent, but this is not something that Avenlin can know.

The gill sacs on both sides of the cheeks trembled slightly, and a large number of air bubbles gushed out of them, showing the unrest in Avenlin's heart.

He turned his head to look at Mason, and said in a low voice, "Master Mason, do you know the highly poisonous potion called 'Scale of Decay'?"

Hearing what Avenline said, Mason's complexion changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "You mean...the toxin in France's body is the poison of the 'Scale of Decay' potion prepared by humans?"

Gently nodding his head, Evan Liner said: "That's right, the toxin on Mrs. Franski's body is the 'scale of decay'. If there is no antidote, given the current situation of our rebel army, I'm afraid it really can't be done." Detoxify this potion."

"Except for the antidote, are other methods impossible? Could it be that even you, Master Avenlin, can't?"

Shaking his head, Evan Liner said: "No, I can only delay the onset of toxins in Mrs. Fraschi's body at most, and the way I delay will also greatly damage the body of Mrs. Fraschi. After a long period of time, I am afraid that even if the antidote can be found, the physical fitness of Lord Francechi will be greatly reduced, which is equivalent to reducing the strength of Lord Francechi!"

Hearing this, Rao Mason couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness on his face. The three leaders of the rebel army are indispensable. In comparison, the loss of strength is not so unacceptable. Now the only thing that needs to be considered is The most important thing is how to find the antidote for this 'Scale of Decay' during the time when Evan Liner delays the onset of toxins in France's body!

It's just... How could this antidote be so easy to find, the possibility of finding it is basically the same as none!