C522 Sick 1(2)

Grace leaned against the Wall of Bones and sat down. He curled his knees and used the targe to cover his face. He didn't say anything else. In the darkness, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of Qiu Yu hitting the Bone Wall. I crossed my legs and felt my entire body aching. Along the way, indeed, I didn't have a good rest. My fatigue had already accumulated to a certain extent.

Closing his heavy eyelids, the dream that he hadn't visited for a long time came again. Demon King Baal struck my chest with his palm. I felt as if countless cracks had appeared on my body. Talitha's incantation sounded. Wait, why does this incantation sound so similar to the strange syllables that Ennyah chanted? Baal's body exploded. A dark and evil Qi rushed towards Talitha as she looked back and smiled. She waved her right hand as if she was saying goodbye to me and her right index finger was pointed at my chest. A faint cross flashed, and my broken body felt like it was going to heal itself for the first time. I did not wake up. The dream continued, and my body flew out of the collapsing barrier. I seemed to see the vast waves of water. On the other side, there were seven ancient tombs that were faintly visible. The mysterious water was actually flowing upwards, as if it was going to flow all the way to the desert of Lut Gholein. Where did this mysterious water come from? I turned my head to look at the ground, hoping to see Talitha's face again. But what I saw was a pair of grey eyes.

"Ah!" I woke up, and my entire body was drenched in cold sweat. This was the true nightmare! That dream that I visited countless times was only a real memory, and this time... A strange change that caused one's soul to fly away triggered the deepest fear in my heart.

"Demon Dragon, did you have a nightmare?" Ekdo reached out his hand to wipe away the sweat on my forehead. At this time, the sky had already revealed a gray light.

I kept fighting all over my body. Every inch of my skin was covered with goosebumps. The nightmare's blow made me feel very weak. I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Is the omnipotent Demon Dragon sick? Ekdo frowned and used the back of his hand to feel my body temperature.

I pushed Ekdo's hand away and struggled to stand up. However, I felt like I was stepping on a pile of cotton. Countless sparks appeared in front of my eyes. I'm sick! How long has it been since something like this happened?

"You'd better sit down. Even a great hero might get sick." Ekdo pressed down on my shoulder, and my legs weakly bent. I sat on the ground. My head felt dizzy and my whole body felt very cold. It was very sore, very painful.

"After being drenched in the rain for a day and night, you are not used to the humid environment of Kurast, so it is normal for you to get sick. After all, you are not a god." Ekdo help me move my body so that my legs can be as comfortable as possible.

"Zhang Loong can actually get sick?" The sleepy Grace had a look of disbelief on his face.

Ekdo smiled and said, "You are not sick? You just get used to the eastern climate. Moreover, the wetlands often have miasma. The Demon Dragon has never eaten Flame Dragon's Heart before, so it can't be immune to all poisons. "

"However, no matter what kind of fatal wound it is, it can quickly heal. How can it possibly get sick?" Grace shook his head.

My mind was in a daze. It was as if I had returned to my childhood. Lying on the hospital bed, my body kept trembling. I actually got so sick? Didn't I have an immortal body?

"Do you have any medicine?" Ekdo didn't care whether he should get sick or not. He turned around and asked Grace.

Grace shook his head.

"It would be good if Anya was here." Ekdo frowned and did not know what to do.

"It's dawn. Let's go!" I struggled to stand up again, but I staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

Ekdo shook his head and said, "You'd better rest for a while. With you like this, not to mention fighting, I'm afraid you won't even be able to stand stably."

My breathing gradually became heavy, and my heart thumped very quickly. I don't know why it's like this, even if I'm just a warlock now. But my body should be much stronger than ordinary people. I only got sick after a rain. I really can't understand.

"But do I still have time to rest?" I stared at Ekdo, but my vision turned black.

Ekdo sighed. "This is not up to you. Today, I happened to not have the chance to summon Oak Sage. You should not force yourself. The enemies we face are very dangerous. Without your combat strength, we do not have the confidence to deal with the three people from Arreat."

I felt annoyed. Time is pressing, yet I suddenly fell ill for no reason. Furthermore, my illness is very serious. A gust of wind blew, and my body involuntarily tightened, and my eyes turned blurry again.

"Grace, go and find some grass branches. We have to start a fire. The Demon Dragon's clothes are still wet. If this continues, it will be even worse." Ekdo said.

Grace nodded.

But the rain was still falling. Where would there be dry grass and branches? Unless there was a Fire Mage. But no matter what, Grace still walked out.

"Ekdo, maybe it will get better in a while. Don't give Grace any trouble." I panted, and sweat began to form on my forehead.

Ekdo shook his head and said, "Don't try to show off. You have been too tired recently. Quickly lie down."

My body and mental state became worse and worse. After the cold, the high temperature arrived as scheduled, causing my consciousness to fall into a daze. The things that happened 260 years ago keep appearing in front of my eyes.