Battleaxe Ridge Under Attack
The oppressive aura emanating from the sky above Naxxramas, the Undead, was palpable. Zul'ra dared not be careless in the slightest. After surveying the northwest front from the sky, she returned to Battleaxe Ridge to continue her command, only to find it in complete disarray. (69shux. com - a website address)
When Zul'ra left, he left Tarecgosa and Anveena here, thinking that with the Blue Dragonflight and the Sunwell avatar in charge, everything would be fine. However, when he returned, he found many buildings charred, many corpses lying in the wilderness, and wounded people surrounding the Witch Doctor.
"What happened here?" Zul'ra looked at the situation and landed directly in the middle of the injured people. Looking at the wooden house with its eaves, she saw that most of the house looked like it had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid. The wooden roof was charred and smoking, emitting a pungent smell.
"Zul'ra Jin, you're finally back! This place has been attacked!" The Witch Doctor Yela, who was treating the wounded, was overjoyed to see Zul'ra descend from the sky and stood up. The other Witch Doctor who were treating the wounded also looked up.
"What hurt them? What about Tarecgosa and Anveena?" Zul'ra walked over to one of the wounded Amani'lai, looked at the two trembling teeth at the corner of his mouth, and took his right arm that he was holding. There was a wet gauze on his forearm, covering a dark wound.
"We're here, Zul'ra! Come quick, someone's injured!" Tarecgosa's voice cried out in alarm.
"Where's Anveena? Bring the injured man over, let me smell him, don't be afraid." Zul'ra couldn't abandon her patient to accommodate Tarecgosa. As she had her bring the injured man over, she whispered something to him. After he nodded, she leaned close to the dark wound on his arm and sniffed it. There was a pungent stench, like the smell of a corpse and bones.
"Zul'ra Jin is a Sin'dorei Undead. He attacked us suddenly, manipulating a green flame. We've all suffered burns, but our ointments are completely ineffective. Using them on just two wounded soldiers has only worsened their injuries," Yela said, quickly stepping forward as she watched Zul'ra sniff the wounds.
"I could only wash them with water and wrap their wounds with damp gauze."
"Green flames, Fel?" Zul'ra frowned slightly upon hearing Yela's words, then shook his head. The remaining situation at the scene did not resemble Fel, but rather Undead. However, he had never heard of green flames in Undead.
"These wounds still harbor magical remnants that continue to corrode their bodies. The festering wounds must be cut away, then they must be given painkillers and life-restoring potions, and finally, they must be healed by magic," Zul'ra quickly concluded.
"Okay, I'll take care of it right away." Yela nodded quickly, then went to make arrangements to prepare for surgery to treat the injured.
"Zul'ra, come quick, help!" came Anveena's tearful cry from the side. Zul'ra turned her head and saw that among the crowd, Tarecgosa was carrying a wounded person over in a blue light, and Anveena was following closely beside the wounded person, her eyes filled with tears and her beautiful face full of anxiety.
"This is..." Zul'ra came forward and her expression changed drastically when she saw the wounded woman brought by Tarecgosa. It was Valeera. Half of her right cheek, as well as her exposed white shoulder, thigh, and ankle, were covered in black wounds. Her golden hair on the right side of her head was also matted into black clumps and stuck to her head. She was unconscious.
"Valeera was burned while saving me," Anveena said, almost in tears.
"She needs emergency treatment; if the wound isn't cut open immediately, she might die." Zul'ra looked at Valeera's injuries, initially shocked, then made a decision.
"Then let's get started!" Tarecgosa without hesitation.
"Get her a vial of life-saving potion and feed it to her first." Zul'ra for a moment and quickly made a decision. Cutting the wound would disfigure Valeera, but if she didn't cut it, she might die immediately. At this moment, there was no time to worry about anything else. There were ways to fix the disfigurement later, but once life was gone, it was gone forever.
Zul'ra had Tarecgosa place Valeera on a flat surface, and then had Anveena give her a vial of life potion. Sanra then performed the surgery herself, using a sliver of silver light from her index finger to shave the hair around the wound on Valera's head along her hairline.
"Oh God, Zul'ra, if you do this, won't she be..." Tarecgosa stood anxiously to the side, watching Zul'ra shave Valeera's head, and remembering the cuts he had made earlier, her eyes widened in shock. This would disfigure her.
"Do you have any ideas?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the charred wound on Valeera's face that stretched from the top of her head to her right cheek. In fact, Valeera was already disfigured; nothing could be worse.
"No." Tarecgosa pursed her lips, then shook her head directly.
"Then I can only apologize." Zul'ra subtly inserted the silver light between his index fingers into the skin of Valeera's scalp, and then slowly peeled away her charred wound to reveal the flesh and blood beneath, as well as the pulsating blood vessels. It was fortunate that he had successfully and precisely controlled the power of the Forest Sword and possessed great perception; otherwise, this surgery would have been impossible.
"Ugh!" Valeera had half of her face, from the top of her head to her right cheek, cut off. Even in her unconscious state, she couldn't help but feel the pain. The other half of her clean and beautiful face wrinkled up.
"Tarecgosa, restrain her." Zul'ra peeled half of Valera's charred face off in her hand, and looking at Valeera's expression, she couldn't help but feel beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.
"Alright, coming right now." Tarecgosa looked at Valeera's half-exposed face and felt like vomiting, but she still forced herself to squat down and cast a spell to control Valeera, preventing her from moving around in her unconscious state. As for Anveena next to her, she had already turned her head to vomit.
After working for a long time, Zul'ra carefully cut off and threw away the charred wound on Valeera's face. Then, she enveloped the wound with a ball of natural energy to stop the bleeding and begin the healing process. However, the skin and muscles that grew back would definitely not look as good as before, but at this point, she couldn't care less.
After Zul'ra enveloped Valeera's wounds with natural energy, he breathed a sigh of relief. Of all the wounds on Valeera's body, the ones on her head and face were the most difficult to treat. Once those were removed, the wounds on her shoulders, thighs, and ankles would be easier to treat.
About half an hour later, green mist enveloped Valeera's shoulders, thighs, and ankles. The charred flesh and golden hair that had been peeled off were piled on the ground to the side, filling the air with a pungent smell and the stench of blood.
"What about the other wounded? Treat them according to the severity of their injuries." After performing a rudimentary operation on Valeera, Zul'ra turned to perform cutting operations on the other Amani'lai, but he found that the injuries of these Amani'lai patients did not seem to be as serious as Valeera's.
"Are there any dead?" Zul'ra asked Yela, who was in charge of treating the injured, after she finished treating the wounded.
"Yes, Priest Kamoji fought that Undead and was burned to death by the green flames; his body turned to ash." Yela's gray-blue face showed some fear and reluctance to recall.
"Elves- like Undead." Zul'ra narrowed her eyes and turned to look at Tarecgosa and Anveena, who were with Valeera.