Chapter 84 My compatriots

Clay didn't know if Krissen regretted his decision, but now, the grass decoction was transforming his body from the inside, and all he could do was grit his teeth and live!

Magic poured out from the palm that released the seal. With the help of the system, Clay was now a mage.

He must use magic to stabilize Krison's collapsing body, otherwise, he will not survive.

An adult struggled on the iron frame bed, pulling the iron ring with his hands and feet, making a clanging sound.

Clay couldn't release an Axi Seal for him. Although this could calm him down, it would greatly increase the probability of an accident.

It was very clear how painful this was. The person in front of him looked like he was crazy, restless, and his body was twisting wildly. However, this was not the most critical situation.

Because, until now, except for the clenching sound of his teeth, Clay had never heard any sounds from him.

At any rate, he at least had the ability to control his critical jaw muscles so that they wouldn't open and let out an instinctive wail of pain.

This is also the reason why Clay chose this basement. If it is on the Poseidon Tower, don't underestimate the propagation distance of human roars in that kind of ring-shaped building.

"Hold on to Krissen, this is ancient Valyrian technology. If you get through it, you will become a powerful warrior of the ancient Valyrian Empire just like me."

Under the guidance of Clay's system, the magic power was transformed into a stable spell, which echoed over and over again on Krissen's body.

He didn't know if Kristen could hear his words of encouragement, but it was better than nothing.

But the next moment, he gave up this doubt, because he saw an ugly smile suddenly appeared on Krison's ferocious and twisted face, and he heard:

"I can still... hold on... Sir!"

Speaking every word was a huge consumption for Kristen. Accompanied by the sound of breathing like a bellows, Kristen expressed his attitude with great difficulty.

After Clay explained the situation, he expected it to be painful. During the previous training, his arm was accidentally cut open by a comrade who was also a personal guard. He thought the pain was the limit.

But he didn't expect that as soon as the three bottles of medicine given by Lord Clay entered his throat, the pain that almost broke the limit of his endurance began to spread from his stomach and spread throughout his body in just a few breaths.

In a daze, he was thinking, how did Mr. Clay persist in such pain?

There is no progress bar for this kind of thing. The pain makes all the cells in the body groan and tremble. It is endless and I don’t know when it will end.

From Clay's perspective, Kristen was now covered in sweat, almost as if he had been fished out of water, and his clothes clung to his body because they were all wet.

He didn't touch Krison's skin, but his sight and smell told him that it must be sticky and smelly, exactly like his own before.

Now Kerrison is no longer as manic as before, and has become calm, as if asleep, but this does not make Clay feel relaxed, because it does not mean that the pain has passed.

This is because the pain has exhausted the struggling Krissen's strength, and this is even more dangerous.

"Hey, I'm just different from others. The system really saved my life back then."

Clay cursed secretly and sighed in his heart. If there was no system to directly output magic power in the body, his life would definitely have been handed over to the godswood in Winterfell. It was really a fluke.

Taking out the gauze prepared in the cabinet, Clay wiped away Kristen's nosebleed. Physical damage can happen anywhere. Such rupture of capillaries is nothing more than a small scene.

He freed up a hand to feel for his pulse on his hot neck. Fortunately, although it was rapid, it was strong.

After all, such a long period of training coupled with the intake of highly nutritious food has provided his body with a certain amount of reserves.

If he were an ordinary farmer with a sallow complexion and skinny muscles, he might die of organ failure as soon as he drank the potion. The worse his health, the greater the risk.

The magic power is output steadily, and the speed of consumption is within expectations, but I don't know how long this process will last.

Clay had a hunch that this would be longer than the one night it took him to complete the mutation. He was not sure how long it would take.

"As my first experiment to expand the Demon Hunter Legion, you must persevere..."

Clay whispered to himself. In the small basement, there was only the occasional sound of Clay changing his stance, and the occasional sound of Kristen twitching and pulling on the iron frame. Other than that, there was silence.

Clay had already stated that no one was allowed to enter this door unless he came out on his own. This order was valid for everyone in White Harbor except the old man.

The rest is a long game between Clay's magic and Kerrison's body.

…

It seemed like he had an extremely confusing long dream. When Kristen opened his eyes again, he didn't realize where he was for a moment.

In the dream, he saw his past, the boy holding a pair of rusty armor, walking hard in the rainy White Harbor.

And he seemed to see his future again. It was a night, but everything at night was extremely clear to him. Wearing armor, he sneaked towards the warehouse full of grain. Near the granary, he inserted Full of flags.

Don't ask why he was sure it was a granary, he just knew it.

He seemed to have special powers. Kristen saw himself suddenly making a gesture he didn't recognize when he was discovered by the guards.

The green rune flashed past, and the guard continued to move forward as if he hadn't seen him.

Later, when the granary was on fire, he was like a ghost in the dark night, coming and going invisible, and no one knew of his existence.

When the dream ended, he suddenly realized what was drawn on that flag.

That's a golden roaring lion!

The next second, the dream shattered, and he heard a tired voice:

"you're awake."

Not a question, but a statement.

His eyes blinked up and down in confusion. After half a minute, he finally remembered where he was and who was talking to him.

He jumped up from the loosened iron frame bed and saw Master Clay in the sight of countless candlelights, who was resting in a chair and chewing bread to regain his strength.

Kerrison rolled off the iron frame bed, but as soon as he landed, he fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, Clay laughed and said:

"Be careful. You still need to adapt to your mutated body."

mutation?

Kerrison suddenly remembered why he was lying on the iron frame bed. He looked at his body carefully and instantly felt the unusual power in his body.

He raised his head in astonishment and looked at the master who gave him this power in disbelief, speechless.

At this time, he heard Clay's voice:

"Congratulations, now you are my compatriot..."