After about a few minutes, Borch also recovered from his original excitement, and he suddenly asked Wayne sadly: "Wayne, my friend, she is too seriously injured now, and I don't know how to detoxify or any healing magic. Before you came here, you said that you had a way to heal her. Is this true?"
Wayne nodded, and under Borch's gaze, he took out the magic storage bag next to his body, took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion from Azeroth, looked at the green dragon's one more time, and took out another bottle.
Wayne complied and placed the bottles of healing potions in his hand, showing them to Borch. Seeing this, Borch's tall golden body swayed for a while, and soon he changed back to the the human form. He first sighed with emotion.
"Wow, a magical storage bag, what kind of strange magic item is this?" Then, he picked up the two bottles of healing potions in Wayne's hand, put them next to his nose smelled them, and asked: "What kind of potion is this, is it a special potion used by witchers?"
Wayne shook his head, he didn't need to think about lies, he just opened his mouth: "Our witcher potion is a powerful poison to other creatures. This is a healing potion I asked for from a druid elder. It can heal physical wounds at an extremely fast speed. There are only three bottles, the treasures I keep for life-saving in emergencies."
"But we are friends, and your mate is also my friend. You should let her drink these two bottles of medicine quickly. Although it may not cure her completely, it will relieve her pain."
Borch was immediately moved by Wayne's generous and loyal attitude. He picked up the two medicine bottles, stretched out his arms to hug Wayne, and said: "Thank you, my friend. I thank you on behalf of Myrgtabrakke and my unborn child. Don't worry, as a friend, I will definitely not let you suffer. After her health recovers, I will definitely return your generosity."
The mid-level healing potion from Azeroth is very effective. This is a general-purpose healing potion that can replenish the depleted vitality in the living body. After the green dragon took the potion, the pain in her body got better immediately, and there was a gurgling sound in her stomach, A few streams of foul-smelling smoke were emitted from behind, and most of the toxins in the body were quickly discharged, and the body also showed obvious signs of recovery, which made Borch very happy and surprised at the same time.
Although there are potions for healing injuries in this world, none of them can recover so quickly and have such good effects.
At the same time, he also understood the preciousness of this potion and became more and more grateful to Wayne. He praised Wayne's potion and promised again that he would reward him generously afterward. Only then was he very happy to get close to the green dragon, as if he couldn't wait to get close to her.
And at this moment, whether it was due to the recovery of the mother's injury, the dragon egg held by the green dragon made a crackling sound. Under the watchful eyes of Wayne and the two dragons, several cracks opened on the top of the dragon egg, and soon, a little thing like a puppy, covered in mucus and covered in gray, broke the eggshell, with its head protruding from the hole. It opened its mouth without any teeth, took a breath of the air outside the dragon egg, and then made a puffing sound, and spat out a mouthful of thick saliva at Borch, who was the closest.
Seeing the birth of the baby dragon, Borch was even more excited than the green dragon. He danced a few times, then stuck out her tongue licked the baby dragon a few times, and happily said to Wayne: "Haha, friend, my child is born and I am a father now."
Looking at the gray young dragon, since Borch himself didn't care much about becoming a father, Wayne certainly wouldn't say much. He cautiously stepped forward, carefully observed the little female dragon who should be named Saesenthessis in the future, and then sincerely expressed congratulations and blessings to Borch and the green dragon.
Who would have thought that in less than 20 years, the dragon in front of him would grow up and rule Aedirn, a country composed of multiple races.
...
Accompanied by Yennefer, Geralt successfully sneaked into the dragon hunting team organized by King Niedamir. And in the team, he also saw the competitors in this operation: Eyck of Denesle , Dwarf Squad's Yarpen Zigrin, and the Kling eld Predator trio. Except for Knight eyck, who has been kneeling on the stone and praying to the sky, the predator brothers, Dwarves Yarpen and Cliffe obviously did not welcome the arrival of the sorceress Yennefer. There was cynicism in the audible voice, and this disgust was quickly transmitted to Geralt.
The proud sorceress didn't even look at the rude dwarves and predators, and led by a fat steward named Gyllenstiern, she came to the young king's tent. Yennefer was very dissatisfied with Geralt who was stopped outside the tent as a matter of course.
After some negotiations, the sorceress whispered to Geralt, saying: "The king is an arrogant young man, not difficult to deal with, but Geralt, the rude dwarves outside, and the shameless marauders are your opponents. Go, talk to them, learn about their weaknesses, and tell me the news you found after I come out."
When Geralt heard this, he looked at Yennefer helplessly. Everyone around him had to do things according to her orders.
However, Geralt knew in his heart that this introverted attitude was a kind of intimacy she had with her own people. When facing outsiders such as prince and nobles or wealthy businessmen and ladies, Yennefer would become a gentle, caring, sweet-mouthed friend.
He shrugged, not daring to refute Yennefer's order. The time he left without saying goodbye a few years ago hurt Yennefer a lot. She is still in a state of extreme anger, just to accomplish her goal, it didn't explode against Geralt. If he dared to contradict a few words, maybe the female sorcerer would do something right here, using magic to turn him into a mouse running around, or throw him directly into the cesspit, or maybe...
Holding his steel sword, Geralt nodded to Yennefer. After the sorceress entered the king's tent, he walked towards the dwarf and the marauder with somewhat reluctant steps. Before he got close, the youngest man among them spat on the ground, cursed a few words in a low voice, and then said to his other companion:
"Stepping in horse shit, my luck is too bad. Yesterday it was a stupid shoemaker who thought he poisoned the green dragon, and today a fucking white-haired witcher shows up."
"What a load of crap, a witcher and a sorceress pairing up, is there anything more disgusting than this?"
Boholt, the eldest brother among the Crinfrid Reavers, slapped his younger brother on the head and said:
"You're always running your mouth. Witchers aren't to be trifled with. He is wielding two powerful swords, and now they're backed by a despicable sorceress. If you keep it up, we might end up fighting them before we see the Green Dragon."
The dwarf Yarpen laughed loudly, then turned to his fellow dwarves and said:
"This king is a cheapskate. He hides in his tent eating venison and beef, then gives us rat meat in the end."
"Damn it, they won't even let us drink alcohol, yet they expect us to work for them. Humans are as stupid and greedy as ever, especially these inbred nobles."
"I've never seen a bunch of dimmer bulbs."