Chapter 1081 – The Potion

They returned to the three tunnels before the horse walked inside the tunnel it once appeared from without hesitation. The tunnel was so big, almost fifty meters wide. 

So Arthur didn’t find any problem running beside the horse.

Just after ten minutes Arthur found the tunnel getting wider until it ended up in a gigantic underground cave that extended for miles.

The ceiling was so far high up, almost half a mile above his head. Long and thick rocks extended from it like different sized spikes, and the ground was filled with different ores that were enough to lighten up the entire cave with orange and brown light.

And in the center of this vast place Arthur spotted a group of small horses compared with the giant one on his side.

And they were lying weakly beside the body of another horse that seemed to be not moving.

“Is she… the mother?” Arthur muttered in deep shock while he realized what was going on.

“Neigh,” the horse strongly neighed as if it didn’t accept such judgment from him. It even pushed his body using its big body. 

“Easy pal,” Arthur said, “I’ll do my best to save her,” he said and the horse motioned his head to the small horses. “And your sons and daughters as well,” Arthur added and the horse neighed and bowed his head to the ground.

“Just follow me and make sure not to harm my friend,” Arthur said before using his energy and jumped many times over the irregular ground before finally reaching the helpless body of the giant horse.

“She has lost a lot of blood,” he noticed the large pond of dried up green blood just around her body. “Was she injured during labor?” he turned to the horse which just landed John to a place with few rocks.

“Neigh,” the horse neighed before it moved towards the body of its wife and touched with its hooves one place.

“It’s… a saber,” Arthur found a saber inserted deeply inside her belly, “damn, she was injured this way while about to give birth… that’s a dirty move,” he couldn’t help but say and the horse didn’t make a sound.

“I’ll do my best,” Arthur took out his cauldron and first held it and emptied its content inside the semi-opened mouth of the horse.

Part of the potion was lost but most entered her body successfully. “It’s not enough… it’s far from enough,” Arthur stood by her side and glanced at all that blood and that deep wound in her belly, “I’ll make more than,” he turned to the horse as he said.

“Neigh,” and the horse slowly sighed while sitting on the ground and watching Arthur do his magic.

“It’s just luck I have collected a large number of materials before coming here,” Arthur muttered while preparing the materials once more while the water boiled.

Under the high temperature provided by the explosive ores, the cauldron started to mix everything Arthur threw inside. This time he filled the entire small cauldron with water and didn’t let the water evaporate before refilling it again.

“It’s ready,” he had enough now to help that giant horse. “Let’s see… I can use this helmet as a big cup to suit her big mouth,” he said jokingly while the horse only touched the body of his weakly lying small horses around.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget them,” Arthur said to reassure him before he moved to the deeply injured mother first and started to feed her the potion one time after another.

“It’s your turn now,” after almost giving her half of the entire potion he felt it was enough and then started to feed the other horses.

There were five small horses double the size of him. Each horse took two full helmets filled with potion before he turned to the mother again.

“She won’t get better only by that,” he glanced at the wound at her belly and noticed blood starting to gush out once more, “that saber… it must be extracted first.”

He glanced at the horse and the horse only learned its head over the head of the injured mother. “Sigh, don’t worry pal, she won’t be in any danger after that,” Arthur promised before starting to examine the wound.

“It was thrown from a far distance,” he muttered, “with such strong skin I doubt the one who threw it was weak.”

He gave the horse a deep glance and the horse didn’t care about his doubts. “After I save her you owe me an explanation,” he said before filling the helmet once again and started to drip the potion over the wound.

His actions helped in stopping the bleeding for a while, yet he knew that after taking the saber out the wound would act berserk.

So he first moved the cauldron to his side and waited for half an hour until the mother regained her normal breathing.

“I’ll take the saber out,” he turned to the horse and said as if he was speaking with a sane person, “and you have to hold her body firmly and not let her change her posture at all.”

“Neigh!”

“Listen and understand this well,” Arthur wasn’t satisfied with the simple answer from the horse, “if she flipped over then the wound would explode with a fountain of blood. I won’t even be able to save her in time… do you understand what I mean?”

“Neigh!!” This time the horse stood up, raised its frontal hooves high in the air and the scene made Arthur quite intimidated before the horse landed its hooves over the body of the mother, fixing it on the ground.

“Neigh!”

The horse glanced at him and Arthur only nodded. “Alright, let’s do it,” he said while grabbing the handle of that big saber with both hands, “I’ll count to three, and then I’ll pull it,” he warned before the next moment he said, “three,” and he pulled the saber out as fast as he could.

“Neigh!”