Chapter 383 Meteor

"Bang!"

Bertade's eyes reddened as he turned the back of his sword and knocked Medina to the ground. Then he extended his long sword and flicked the azure dagger away. Following that, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's neck and shouted angrily.

"What is this poison? Where is the antidote?!"

"Cough, cough!"

Medina moaned painfully and with difficulty, she said.

"There's no antidote... I don't have an antidote on me."

Bertade quickly searched her but found no vials. Then, he recalled the clay pot the girl had brought into the tent and urgently commanded.

"Ters, bring me that clay pot! Trusted aide, quickly summon the herb priest from the army!"

A few trusted aides immediately left the tent. The Mexica legion always carried several priests skilled in herbs, who were not at the service of ordinary samurai, but were always ready to treat important leaders.