Chapter 87 After the Battle

"Well, let's work hard together!" Zuo Ci said heroically, and then he said with some pain, "Okay, you can take a break, we are no longer injuring, and the remaining injuries cannot be healed in a short time, and this requires slow recuperation!"

"But there are only two of us who are sober here, and you can't move. You can't let me carry you four out by myself, right?" Joan of Arc said with a wry smile.

"Wait, it seems that someone is coming!" Zuo Ci suddenly frowned.

Sure enough, a gust of wind of many people flying from afar came, and it was obvious that many people were flying towards here at an extremely fast speed. At this time, the realm effect of the Immortal King had disappeared with his death, and everyone returned to the original hall. Therefore, everyone was still in a very dangerous place. Therefore, when Joan of Arc heard someone approaching, his heart suddenly became tight. Now she was the only one with some combat power. If the enemy came at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable. So Joan of Arc quickly put away the Immortal King's soul stone, took out his staff again, and stared at the exit of the hall with a nervous look on his face.

Time was not long, and about a hundred people flew in. The leaders were Lei Qing'er, Ye Zi and Ruoqin. Seeing that the person coming was his own, Joan of Arc felt relieved and used a light technique to illuminate the hall brightly.

After Ruoqin and others came in, they were startled by the sudden appearance of light and quickly became alert. However, after they found that they were all their own people, they immediately relaxed.

"Heaven, Qingshu!" Ruoqin was the first to see Fang Qingshu lying on the ground, covered in blood, and was ignorant of life and death. She was so scared that she cried on the spot and hurried over. The other two girls also followed closely with tears on their faces.

"Don't move him!" Joan of Arc hurriedly stopped him, "He is fine, but his muscles are still recovering. You must not move around!"

"Oh!" Ruoqin and the other two felt relieved when they heard this, and hurriedly waited beside Fang Qingshu, looking at him anxiously.

"Sister!" Huo Shisan on the other side also found the sword madman who was covered in wounds and was unconscious and hurried over. At this time, Ruoqin and the others finally discovered the little girl and Zuo Ci.

"Master, how about my sister?" Ruoqin asked hurriedly with concern.

"She and Jian Crazy are fine, they have been treated by Master Joan of Arc. Now they need to recuperate urgently, so don't touch them!" Zuo Ci said.

"Oh!" Everyone relieved their nervous expressions on their faces a little.

"Master, are you okay?" Ruoqin then realized that Zuo Ci's face was not right, and Zuo Ci had been sitting on the ground, obviously he was seriously injured.

"I just remembered the master to pull him up now?" Zuo Ci smiled bitterly and said, "I thought you only care about that boy Qingshu! It's really a girl who is too old to stay!"

"Master!" Ruoqin stomped her feet with a red face and said anxiously: "When is it now? You still have the heart to joke!"

"Haha, of course it's a good time to be stable!" Zuo Ci smiled indifferently: "Kel Thuzad is finished. Judging from your appearance, I guess the undead army outside has retreated, right?"

"Yes, the surging undead army outside suddenly lost command at a very early age, running around aimlessly, and was easily wiped out by us. However, their follow-up troops have not appeared again. According to the information obtained by the reconnaissance plane, all the undead troops have lost their effective control and no longer threatened us!" Ruoqin then explained: "We originally thought you had completed the mission at that time. So we kept waiting for you to come back, but after waiting for a long time, we didn't see any figures in your land. Then we felt that something was wrong, so we rushed over to support, but we didn't expect you to be so seriously injured."

"Yes!" Huo Shisan on the side also said: "You are so strong, you are obviously far superior to Kel'thuzad, but how could you beat like this?"

"Oh, it's hard to describe it!" Zuo Ci smiled bitterly. Then he slowly said: "Kelthuzad is indeed not as good as ours in terms of ability, but he is cruel enough! He actually exploded at the last moment. We didn't notice it for a moment and suffered a big loss. Alas, I'm ashamed!"

Zuo Ci knew that he could not tell the story of the Immortal King, so he made up this lie. Then he looked at Joan of Arc with a little meaning. Joan of Arc naturally understood his meaning. He quickly added: "Yeah, it's not bad. Kel Thuzad is really too perverted!"

Seeing them saying this, Huo Shisan and others believed it, and they all cursed Kelthuzad's cunning, and at the same time comforted Zuo Ci and Joan of Arc without having to worry. Only Ruoqin heard a little different meaning from it, because she knew that Zuo Ci, the old fox, could be the Yin of Kelthuzad, unless the sun came out from the west. Besides, Fang Qingshu could be protected by Itala, but why was Fang Qingshu still so seriously injured?

These questions were not hidden from Ruoqin's eyes, but she knew that since Zuo Ci was deliberately hiding something, there must be his reason. So she not only did not ask too much, but instead cooperated with the topic and said: "It's easy to pull, it's obviously not suitable for them to recover from their injuries. Everyone go find something like a door panel, make three stretchers, and then gently carry them out!"

"Okay!" When everyone heard this, they immediately agreed and scattered around and did their own things. Fortunately, this is Kelthuzad's nest, and there are some things, such as furniture, carpets, etc., so everyone quickly prepared four stretchers and carried out even Zuo Ci.

Ten days after the Battle of the Frozen Throne, Fang Qingshu, who had been in a state of sleep, finally woke up. The memory in his mind was still in a fierce battle with the Immortal King, so after he became aware, he was eager to know the situation of the battle, so he screamed and sat up.

But he was surprised to find that he was no longer in the cave, but in the room with him on the warship. Ruoqin, Joan of Arc, Zuo Ci and the other two sat next to him.

"Qingshu!" Ruoqin saw that he really woke up, so she rushed over excitedly, hugging Fang Qingshu's neck tightly and cried constantly.

Seeing this, Fang Qingshu immediately knew that he had already won, so he became relaxed. He hurriedly patted Ruoqin's back and teased, "Hehe, little guy, there are people watching next to him!"

"You guys continue and just think we don't exist!" Zuo Ci teased.

"Haha!" Joan of Arc, Zuo Ci and Fang Qingshu laughed together.

"Master!" Ruoqin's face was flushed with shame, and she couldn't help but curse: "You are really disrespectful to me!"

"Haha!" Zuo Ci smiled and said, "It's obviously you who disliked the master's trouble!"

"Ah!" Ruoqin was defeated immediately, and in awe of shame, she was about to pull out Zuo Ci's beard.

Seeing this, Zuo Ci hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "Don't you, the master won't say it anymore? This time I'm devoted my whole life to your Qingshu, and I'll die! You can't break the bridge across the river!"

"It's so good!" Fang Qingshu then grabbed Ruoqin and said with a smile: "Let's talk about serious business!"

"Hmph, it's a bargain!" Ruoqin then glanced at Zuo Ci, then turned around and said gently: "Qingshu, how do you feel now?"

"It's okay!" Fang Qingshu calmed down and felt the surging power in his body, then suddenly smiled excitedly: "It's a blessing in disguise! I've actually upgraded to two levels in a row, and now I'm level 12!"

"I already know this, try the dragon transformation state!" Ruoqin said with a smile.

"Okay!" Fang Qingshu agreed and immediately began to transform into a dragon. As a gust of golden light flashed out from his body, Fang Qingshu was like a balloon, and in a blink of an eye it expanded into a dragon-shaped man about three meters high. He saw that he was covered with golden scales as big as a thumb, with a pair of half-foot-long dragon horns on his head, and a pair of huge dragon wings behind him. His muscles were bulging, and he was so strong that he was simply exaggerated than the most professional bodybuilder on earth.

"Sixteenth level!" Zuo Ci's eyes lit up and he immediately said excitedly: "It's so amazing!"

"Yes!" Joan of Arc also said with a look of surprise, "Although I have heard that the dragon spirit blood has various magical effects, it is still beyond our expectations to make you reach this level!"

"Haha, this effect really has something to do with the dragon spirit's essence and blood?" Fang Qingshu asked with a smile.

"Nonsense!" Zuo Ci said: "Apart from the dragon spirit's blood, I can't think of anything that can make you survive if you are beaten into mud."

"Yes, I was going to use the resurrection technique for you at that time, but I was not sure at that time, because the power of the Immortal King was still raging in your body, and I didn't know if I could save you. But you miraculously survived with just one of my healing techniques. It was simply incredible!" Joan of Arc said in surprise.
Chapter completed!