Orc Wars 2 : Lazarus

Chapter 129 - Saving the Bello

"First things first," said Valentine as he restored Lazarus' Health. He sighed in resignation when the Assassin's Health bar hardly moved. Lazarus stayed unnaturally still with a light frosting of ice forming over his skin. Unfortunately, it was the best he could do for now.

Lazarus, Health 6 per cent (Maximum 6 per cent)

Next, the blond Thief downed a bottle of potion. He looked up checking his status and nodded in satisfaction.

Valentine, Health 100 per cent, Energy 100 per cent.

"Now, for the Bello." The Ghost Lord walked the length of the Bello's mutilated body sprinkling a blue substance. As he worked, the poor Bello ceased her piteous crying. She calmed down as her wounds stopped bleeding and started to close. Unfortunately her limbs remained amputated.

"Damn it ... I don't have the special regenerative potions and I can't contact Isis now. She has gone Valkyrie and is helping Constantine at the Stronghold."

He glanced over at the Witch but she was exhausted. Healing the Warlord of his many wounds was tiring work indeed. Healing was ordinarily not so draining but healing wounds inflicted by a Ghost Lord's over powered weapon was something else.

"Tania's Chosen, I have included you in the loop as my Chosen have requested."

"Anya? Is that you?" Valentine asked in surprise. "Tania?"

"I am here too Chosen," Tania reassured her Chosen. "Anya's Chosen wants to talk to you and this is the only way."

"The only way? What do you mean?" Valentine's head snapped back to where Lazarus lay unmoving where he had left him. "He can talk to me ... can't he?" his voice trailed off when Lazarus's mental voice filled his head.

"V-val ..."

"Laz?" Valentine looked startled. "What the hell is going on ...?"

"I can't seem to move. I can't feel my b-body."

"What? Shit!" Valentine gasped in shock. He ran to Lazarus in a panic.

"Pfffttttt!!! Hey, watch it!" came a mental yell when Valentine skidded to a halt spaying sand all over the paralysed Assassin.

"Ummm, sorry." Hastily Valentine dusted his friend trying to get the fine grains off him.

Lazarus's silver eyes blinked and his gaze followed the Thief. "I can hear and see whatever is in range but I can't seem to move my head or body. I've lost all control of the avatar. The only way I can talk to you is through the familiars. It's like my mind is trapped in here." He sent a loving thought to Anya thanking her. "It was probably the same way with Sharak's experiments but I didn't know it at the time. I thought they had all succumbed to the extreme lethargy of the nauk dzi vras not that they couldn't feel or control their bodies."

"Shit Laz, this is crazy. What do we do now?"

"First of all we have to heal the Bello. Tell her I'm sorry for hurting her ..." He felt so bad, he had not meant to hurt the Bello. Argh! He had cut off most of her limbs during his short spurt of madness! Poor Bello. Lazarus gave himself a mental shake. Not now, this was not the time to feel sorry for himself. "Anya, give Val access to the potions on you."

"Which?"

"All. Let him take whatever he needs to heal the Bello."

"But Chosen!" she protested. "These are your very special ones, used only for emergencies ..." came the white wolf's worried whine. If Tania's Chosen used up all the healing potions, she may not have any if her Chosen needed them, and he needed them badly! Every one of them!