"Jiufeng, you have helped me a lot by coming." Yan Mo piled all the words of praise on Jiufeng for free.
Even if Jiufeng couldn't understand most of them, he still knew that its little two-legged monster was praising it. He squatted down happily, put his head on the back of the soil chair, and let out a pleasant grunt in his throat.
"You can play around here later, but be careful of human attacks, don't worry about me, you can do whatever you want."
"Jie Jie." Those two pieces of tender meat are for you, don't give them to other two-legged monsters.
"Okay, but two are too many, I will eat the tenderest part, and throw all the leftovers to them."
Jiufeng tilted his head, listened to Momo explain the meaning of leftovers to it, and understood, it was the part that neither it nor Momo liked to eat. And it often leaves the parts it doesn't like to eat in place, allowing other wild animals and birds to share the food.
"Gululu." That's right, throw them whatever we don't eat.
Yan Mo laughed, and the accident happened at this moment.
Below, Hide nodded to Dahe, and Dahe and another soldier stepped forward and grabbed the old priest's arm.
"Master Qiushi was enraged by the mountain god, so he took him to the tent to recuperate."
"yes."
"Hideous!" The old priest glared angrily, and at the same time shouted at the two of Da He: "How dare you? Let me go!"
Dahe and the soldier didn't change their movements or expressions at all, they just held tightly to the old priest's arm and didn't let go.
Qiu Ning wanted to shout something, but a soldier behind covered his mouth and dragged him aside.
A few elders wanted to speak, but they all closed their mouths after being looked around coldly.
The old priest trembled with anger. Sure enough, once the chief was gone, Hide would no longer be able to control him as he expected, and his prestige among the soldiers was too high, even surpassing him. Maybe, he really can't let the chief die, at least the current chief can still listen to him, and he is still a Heiyuan tribe.
The old priest's idea of not wanting priests from other clans to touch the chief of his own clan had wavered, but at this moment, Hide walked up to him and whispered something in his ear.
Yuan Zhan's ears moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at Yan Mo who was whispering to Jiu Feng on the earthen platform. Yan Mo seemed to feel something, and looked down at him too.
The eyes of the two met, and they both seemed to understand something.
The old priest suddenly snorted coldly.
He stared at the old priest for a while, making sure that he had tacitly agreed, and immediately signaled to Dahe and the two of them, and the two soldiers immediately let go of the old priest and retreated to the side.
Dahe looked up at the white-headed boy on the platform with a complicated expression. He had already heard that the little slave had died silently, and the ancestral god priest above just looked a bit like that little slave, but he still couldn't help wondering whether the two were the same person. Isn't that little slave also a disciple of the priest of the Yanshan tribe? He will also heal people. Maybe Zhan is lying, maybe...
Da He lowered his head and looked at his left upper arm. If it wasn't for Xiao Mo, he wouldn't be a soldier anymore, let alone survive this winter. Master Qiushi kept telling people that he saved him, but every time he heard it, he couldn't even say no.
The old priest grasped the scepter tightly and turned to leave, but turned back when he turned around. He wanted to use the scepter to point at Yan Mo on the earthen platform, but after seeing Nine Winds, the scepter drooped and pointed at Hide, with a gloomy face Said: "If the priest can't save the chief, what should I say?"
"What are you talking about?" Yuan Zhan raised his long and narrow eyes, and his whole face became extremely fierce. "If I hadn't begged Mo, Mo wouldn't have come here. Master Qiushi, look, the mountain god Jiufeng is about to bring Zhuo Mo left! Do you really want to save the chief? You ask Mo if you can’t save the chief, what about you?”
Hide didn't say anything, just took a step closer to the old priest. Da He and another warrior also immediately took a step closer to the old priest.
"You guys! Good! Good!" The old priest trembled again with anger. He looked at Hide, then turned to look at the two soldiers behind him with the same unkind expression. He smashed the scepter, turned around and left.
Hide winked at Dahe, Dahe understood, and followed the old priest with the soldier beside him.
The soldiers parted ways and silently watched the old priest stride back into the valley, and Qiu Ning also chased after him.
He cleaned up his expression, raised his head to look at the soil platform, and said loudly, "Lord Mo, can we continue the exchange we agreed on?"
Yuan Zhan put his hands on the earthen platform, and the earthen platform lowered little by little. When his feet touched the ground, Yan Mo stood up from the earthen chair, "I mean what I say. It's your people who don't want me to rescue your chief."
"This problem has been resolved, Sir Mo, our chief is already waiting for you!" Jio stepped aside to get out of the way.
Jiu Feng had no idea that the situation was urgent. Seeing the lowering of the platform, Jiu Feng spat out a wind blade at Yuan Zhan. Now he knew that this two-legged monster must have done such a strange thing.
Yuan Zhan dodged the wind blade with a wrong step, and the wind blade fell to the ground, cutting a deep crack that was a foot long in the ground.
The fighters didn't know what was going on at first.
Until Jiufeng "PuffPuffPuff" vomited several wind blades at Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan dodged one by one, patiently not rushing up to attack the stinky bird.
The soldiers looked at the deep scratches that fell on the ground, and were shocked, the mountain god is so powerful!
Yan Mo knew that Jiufeng was playing around, so he turned around and smiled at it. If Jiu Feng really wanted to hurt someone, the old priest would have died long ago, and Yuan Zhan would not have dodged so easily.
Jiu Feng smiled at him silently, thinking that he was happy with it silently, and became more proud, and directly hit Yuan Zhan hard.
"puff!"
Yuan Zhan flipped back in the air, barely dodging the wind blade, he was also angry, the soil on the platform arched up, and grabbed Jiu Feng's claws.
"Jie!" Jiufeng broke free from the soil and flew into the air. Its figure was too huge, and once it flew into the air, there was no way to stand around it.
The soldiers dodged one after another.
Gululu, fun! Let's fight, let's fight again! See how you grab my foot this time!
"A Zhan, you play with Jiufeng for a while, and I'll save people." Yan Moren smiled.
"Don't even think about it!" Yuan Zhan had just learned this word, which originated from the words used by his priest in the past few nights when he suggested changing the tribal rules.
He looked at them helplessly and anxiously.
Yan Mo also knows that saving people is like putting out a fire. If the chief really dies, he can't really come back to life. And once the chief dies, it is not impossible for some of his plans to go ahead, but it will become a lot of trouble. A hundred fighters from the original tribe might not be as useful as saving one of their chiefs.
"Nine Winds!" Yan Mo pointed to the sky.
Jiufeng tilted his head, and flew up to the top of the valley with a sound of "Jie", silently promised it just now, and let it rub against it tomorrow.
Jiufeng stood on the tallest tree at the peak of the valley, looked down at the little two-legged monsters in the valley, then looked at its own huge body, and suddenly thought, if it can grow as big as it wants, It would be better if it gets smaller, so that it can stay on top of Mo Mo's head, and go with him wherever it wants.
The sky darkened, and with a ferocious order, the soldiers passed the torches one by one.
Yan Mo asked the man-eating bee to leave to find food, but the red wings and stings were still on his shoulder.
Seeing the man-eating bees buzzing and flying away quickly, everyone in the valley let out a breath in unison.
And the white-headed boy without those man-eating bees didn't look as scary as before.
After a while, other non-combatants hiding deep in the valley saw the warrior leaders walking towards here with the two of them holding torches.
The old priest had already returned here, and was standing beside the chief, with a cold face, wondering what he was thinking.
Many fires had been lit in this clearing, and several torches were planted in the clearing not far from the chief.
Qiu Ning was depressed. He was scolded by the old priest just now, and he was in a bad mood. He also called out to the female slave who took care of the chief a few times: "Where did you go just now? Didn't you let you take care of the chief? If the chief If something happens, you have to die too!"
Dahe looked coldly at the two men playing prestige to the slave.
Cao Ding ignored Qiu Ning, she was going to be crazy busy, many wounded patients needed her to take care of them, and there were so few people in the valley, she couldn't keep busy at all, although her focus was on taking care of the chief, but seeing so many people suffering, She simply couldn't bear to just watch and not help, at least she helped to scrub and wash, so as not to let the wound continue to be infected like Xiao Mo said.
She never had a chance to get close to the chief before, but now there are not enough slaves in the tribe, and she is the only one who is careful, caring, and knows a little about herbs. At first, the old priest refused to let her take care of the chief, but Mr. Hin insisted, and the old priest and Qiu Ning were also busy with many other things, so they had no time to take care of the chief. In addition, the chief had already... Finally, she was sent to the chief. around.
She also heard that Zhan was back, but she couldn't leave the chief and go to the front to see it. She could only keep thinking when she was busy: Mr. Zhan is still alive, so what about Xiao Mo
From afar, Yan Mo saw Kusamachi who was wiping his body.
Seeing this gentle and kind-hearted woman, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Yan Mo's lips. If there is anyone in the Yuanji Tribe that he cares about, there is probably only one in Kuading.
Whether it's Diao, or Shan and He brothers, they are all kind to him because he is useful, but Kusamachi is sincerely kind to him. The level of a person can be divided from one to ten, and Kusamachi can only do 10% to him, but in fact he has given 120% of his sincerity.
He didn't know that Yan Mo knew Cao Ding, seeing him staring at the female slave, he said directly: "Her name is Cao Ding, and she is very good at taking care of people. I have seen that the wounded and sick under her care recovered faster than others. And she died less. She knows a lot, no worse than Qiu Ning, the disciple of the priest."
Of course, I taught it! Yan Mo smiled. Although due to time, he didn't teach Kusamachi much, but with that knowledge, it is absolutely no problem for Kusamachi to be a caregiver in this primitive world. Maybe sometimes Kusamachi can perform better than some priests who mess around. He has some bits and pieces of scum value that have been subtracted, many of which were probably contributed by Kusamachi.
As soon as Diao moved his footsteps, he could feel the meaning of Hide. If the white-headed boy took a fancy to Kusamachi, Hide would definitely give it to him. But he didn't want to, Kusamachi was his woman, and he didn't treat Kusamachi as a slave for a long time, if Hide insisted on giving Kusamachi to the white-haired boy, then he would, he would go with Kusamachi.
Kusamachi subconsciously raised her head when she heard the sound of footsteps.
drink! What happened? Why are all the warrior leaders here
Kusamachi's eyes naturally fell on the two people surrounded by the warrior leader.
That is… ? !
Kusamachi stood up suddenly, tears streaming down her face.
Everyone thought that Kusamachi did this because he saw the battle, but Diao, Dahe, and Lie all knew who Kusamachi was really looking at, and they all knew that some of the herbs Kusamachi knew now and the knowledge of caring for the wounded Where did it come from? Because of these, Kusamachi will be valued, and as a slave, she can be taken away with her when the tribe is invaded.
Yan Mo walked to the animal skin shop with hay under it, ignored the old priest and others who were also standing beside the chief, looked down at the chief's situation, and smiled at Kuading: "You take good care of it."
Yan Mo didn't lie, looking at Chief Hao's face and exposed wounds, he was obviously on his deathbed, but he didn't have an unpleasant smell of festering and rotting, and there wasn't a lot of flies buzzing around him. Buzzing and flying around, this shows that the people who took care of him were diligent and treated the wound properly.
Kusamachi's lips trembled, she wanted to call out Mo's name.
The white-headed boy raised his finger to his lips, Kusamachi understood the meaning of this gesture, and smiled with tears in his eyes. It's great that Xiao Mo is still alive!
Yan Mo turned to Yuan Zhan and said, "Don't let anyone approach me."
Yuan Zhan looked at Hide, nodded Hide, and a circle of soldiers came up to surround the entire open space.
He looked at the old priest again, but the old priest only took two steps back, "I have to watch here!"
Yuan Zhan stood beside Yan Mo, he would not let anyone take a step closer to his Mo.
All the warrior leaders and elders did not leave, and the chief's wife and children also came out. The chief's woman was a very quiet and quiet person. She held a young child who could only gnaw her fingers, and only stood beside the elders to watch. The man laying on the fur bed had tired and sad eyes.
Others may be proud that their man is a chief, but she just feels tired.
Because her man is the chief, when there is a lack of food in the tribe, their children are always the first to be pushed out and eaten, the first time she begs, the second time she struggles, the third time, the fourth time...she gradually Numb, she didn't want to have another baby, but she had a fifth anyway.
She sometimes looks at a man who is about to die and wonders, if he dies, will her child live
No one knew what the chief's wife was thinking, so Yan Mo sat sideways beside the chief.
Kusamachi was shocked, she didn't realize it was wrong until now. Why did the warrior leaders all look at Xiao Mo with awe? Did they know that Xiao Mo would use some magical methods to save people
And... why did Xiao Mo's hair turn white
Cao Ding didn't care much about Yan Mo's slightly weathered face. Everyone here is like this. Life is tiring and difficult, food is insufficient, and people get old easily.
"He was seriously injured, he was about to die, probably within a day or two." Yan Mo said to Hide, turning his head.
The old priest sneered disdainfully. Everyone has known about this kind of thing for a long time, but I don't believe that you can still save people when the chief is like this!
Hide wasn't disappointed, he just asked, "Can you save me?"
Yan Mo only answered with one word: "Yes."
All fighters are ecstatic!
The old priest's eyes widened, it's impossible, this man is lying!
"As I said, I need to pay a very high price to save people, and your chief's injuries are too serious and his life is dying. I can't cure him all at once."
"Of course." He said immediately, and he didn't expect the white-headed boy to restore the chief to the way he was before he was injured, "As long as you can keep our chief alive, as long as he can stand up again, I will give you slave."
Yan Mo smiled, "I like to agree on the conditions before doing things, so that everyone won't argue afterwards."
He can also have a way to make the people of the original tribe appreciate him and automatically offer slaves to him without asking for slaves, but he thinks it is unnecessary. Intrigue on.
Ling understood, and asked, "How many slaves do you want?"
"For the first rescue, I want a hundred healthy soldiers and a hundred healthy women."
"No!" The old priest flatly refused before he could speak: "You greedy hyena, the tribe doesn't have so many warriors and women for you."
Yan Mo was not angry either, but asked instead: "So, do you think your chief is not worth exchanging for two hundred people?"
Can the old priest say it's not worth it? He couldn't say, he could only look at the other elders and warrior leaders, and asked sullenly, "Do you agree to such an exchange?"
Hide asked Yan Mo one last time: "Can you really save our chief?"
If it was Yan Mo in his previous life, he would have turned his face and left long ago when he was repeatedly questioned and questioned by the patient's family, but now he has endured it, and can reply again with a smile on his face: "Yes."
"Okay!" Hide agreed, "I'll give you a hundred soldiers and a hundred women!"
"Very good, the second rescue, if you need it, we can talk about it." Yan Mo was simply satisfied with Hide, he hated bargaining, and the old priest obviously wanted to lower the "price", but Hide didn't cooperate with him ,This is good.
The transaction price was negotiated, Yan Mo didn't play tricks, he directly held Chief Hao's right hand.
Seeing the white-headed boy holding the chief's hand, lowering his head and closing his eyes, he stopped talking, and the scene became extremely quiet.
But soon, someone exclaimed, it was Qiu Ning who was relatively close.
This young boy couldn't control his emotions at all, he had been staring at the white-headed boy, and saw with his own eyes that his face was getting old little by little.
Yan Mo's changes were seen by everyone standing around him. Even if some people couldn't see his face, the young man's gradually withering body also showed that he was exhausted violently.
Yuan Zhan was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he didn't want to stare at Yan Mo anymore, but he forced himself to look.
Every time Yan Mo blesses others, he feels like his heart is being stabbed by something sharp. He doesn't want his Mo to bless others at all, including him.
At this moment, Yan Mo was also crying in his heart.
If the life of a person is calculated as 100, there is probably only less than 0.1 left in Chief Hao. He "blesses" Hao, which is different from blessing other people. Although it is the same blessing, many people can't use it. How much vitality does he use, but Hao actually consumes 50% of his maximum vitality.
This kind of blessing, not to mention five times a day, even once a day can make him suffer for a whole day. This consumes half of his vitality at once. Although it is not a real consumption, the pain actually exists.
"God! Chief, he, he..." The eagle pointed at the chief's body, speaking incoherently.
Not only the eagles, including the old priest, everyone who stared at the chief found a miraculous scene that they could not imagine.
The wounds in the Chief’s Trench are healing. Although the light of the torches is not as good as that of the day, they can still see the color of the blackened and rotten wounds changing rapidly. They also saw the dirty black liquid flowing out of the wounds, gradually turning into bright colors. red.
When the blood turned red, the wounds closed more quickly, as if the snow that had been scratched in a mess by someone was suddenly smoothed out with hands. After the wounds were closed, they turned into a red mark, and the red mark faded little by little. , and soon even the red marks were gone, it was as if the wound had never existed.
As for the bruised and purplish internal bleeding, the swelling is subsiding, and the bluish-purple traces dissipate quickly.
Strangely enough, the new wounds that would have caused damage to the trench disappeared, but the old wounds on his body remained, as if the healer knew not to waste life force on old wounds that were not harmful.
Yan Mo's actions have completely exceeded the imagination of these people. They thought that the white-headed boy could at most wake up the chief, but they didn't expect him to be able to do this!
This is not the power of a mortal at all, this is the real power of a god!
The old priest lowered his head, he wanted to deny it, but the power displayed by the other party was obviously the power of God.
Kusamachi is confused, is this person really Xiao Mo
The warrior leaders put their right fists to their left chests almost at the same time. They didn't think as much as the old priest. They just saw the white-headed boy exchanging his own life for the life of the chief with his own eyes! They even thought, with such power and such a price, two hundred slaves is really not much.
"Huh!" Chief Hao suddenly let out a long breath.
"Chief!" More than a dozen shouts sounded at the same time.
People on the outside didn't know the situation inside. Many people heard the shouts and even thought that the chief had gone to see the mother god.
But soon they heard a huge cheer.
"The chief is awake! The chief is alive!" One after another excited cheers spread throughout the valley like waves.
The people of the Yuanji tribe were crazy with joy, many soldiers jumped up shouting and shouting, the women cried on the spot, and the valley was full of joy.
Hao opened his eyes, and immediately saw the white-haired man holding his hand.
"Are you awake? Good." The white-haired man gave him a hoarse laugh.
Hao slowly sat up, the old priest wanted to come, but was stopped by the river.
He walked up to the trench, knelt down on one knee, and said with red eyes, "Chief!"
"I thought I saw God Kamo just now." Hao laughed boldly, and instead of shaking off the white-haired man's hand, he held it tightly.
It was very comfortable and filled him with strength, as if he was soaked in the warm, gentle and powerful power of God. Although he has never experienced the power of a god, he feels that what he feels now is the power of a god.
"Who are you?" Hao involuntarily lowered his voice and asked the white-haired man.
The white-haired man smiled at him, and suddenly fell backwards.
Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo, hugged him like a child, and let his head rest on his shoulder. This kind of contact, Mo will have to bless him again, but he didn't consume much energy today. Instead of letting Mo lie alone on the cold ground, or let other people accidentally touch him, it is better for him to hug him. .
He stood up, faced Yan Mo, pounded the ground heavily with his wooden spear, and yelled out at the same time: "Oh!"
"Hey!" The other warrior leaders saw Yan Mo yelling at the same time, and pounded their wooden spears to the ground at the same time.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The same shouts, the same actions spread among the soldiers row by row, until all the fighters in the whole valley joined in this act.
Yuan Zhan held Yan Mo in his arms and looked at the soldiers. He knew that this was the soldiers of the Yuanji Tribe showing their greatest respect to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo lay on Yuan Zhan's shoulder, and said weakly: "Tell them to stop yelling, if they have that strength, they will roast the roe deer sent by Jiufeng, I will starve to death!"