Fortunately, the wind had already brought the powder down, and Yuan Zhan was not so unlucky that it was affected.
He took a deep look at his lord priest, turned around and killed him from his side.
There were not many monsters. When Yuan Zhan entered the settlement of the Awu tribe, the chief of the Awu tribe greeted them while killing the enemy.
"Uawu..."
Yuan Zhan couldn't understand what the strong man was saying, but took the time to clenched his right fist and smashed it on his left chest.
Patriarch Awu subconsciously responded to him with the same action.
Yuan Zhan pointed to the southwest with a sharpened wooden stick, "There, their leader, kill!"
Chief Awu couldn't understand what he said, but he also saw what he meant, and immediately waved his arms and roared at the remaining clansmen who still had combat strength, and followed Yuan Zhan to the highland grass in the southwest.
Under the leadership of the patriarch, more than 20 Awu people rushed to the southwest.
"Squeak!" The sharp cry sounded again.
The monsters all started to retreat to the southwest after hearing the cry, as if they wanted to protect their leader.
Fighting sometimes depends not only on strength, but also on momentum.
The leader of the little monster was terrified when he saw that his clansmen suddenly fell under the enemy Yiyang on the opposite high ground. He wasn't afraid of face-to-face fighting and fighting, but he was afraid of this kind of power he couldn't understand. He didn't even dare to send his men down to attack that high ground, but planned to retreat with a few prey corpses.
But the tall enemy who could turn into an earthen wall actually led the enemy who was the prey to kill him, and the terrifying person standing behind the earthen wall also moved.
The little boss thought that the terrible person was coming to attack him, and he immediately ordered to flee, not even taking a few prey along with him.
A rout must be defeated.
In the original battle, the stone pickaxe picked up was used as a throw, and after the pickaxe pierced the back of the little boss's head, few of the remaining monsters escaped, and most of them were besieged and killed by the angry Awu people.
Yan Mo came down from behind the earthen wall. One was that he saw that the Awu people below were safe, and the other was that he didn't know what to do with those little monsters that had fallen to the ground.
In his heart, he wanted to kill those monsters to avoid future troubles, but he didn't dare to do it.
According to the rules of adding and subtracting points in the previous guide, although he used poison to overthrow those monsters, since those monsters attacked him first, no matter how much he overthrew, he should not add his scum value, even if all those monsters died. Same.
But after those monsters lost their ability to move, if he tried to kill the immobile ones, 100% he would be labeled as indiscriminate killing by the guide and desperately add scum points.
Although he hadn't confirmed it, it was just his speculation, but he didn't dare to take any chances.
When he left, the monsters lying there would naturally be dealt with by the people of the Awu tribe. He just had to pretend that he didn't know anything.
Patriarch Awu asked the clansmen to clean up the injured remaining monsters, and at the same time assigned people to find the dead and wounded clansmen and bring them back. And he himself walked up to Yuan Zhan and said words of gratitude to him.
Yuan Zhan nodded to him, then turned to face Yan Mo who came down slowly.
Yan Mo walked slowly because he couldn't wait to check his scum value. When he saw the light on his right palm just now, he guessed whether it had been reduced to a thousand points again. Thinking that his surgical tools had returned, he I felt almost exhilarated.
So when Yuan Zhan saw Yan Mo, he could see the uncontrollable joy in this man's eyes. Yuan Zhan thought that the boy was happy to kill so many enemies, and patted his head rewardingly.
Yan Mo glared at him. what time is this Touch my head! Where is the majesty of my High Priest
Yuan Zhan couldn't help touching him again. If he has the ability to overthrow so many little monsters, do you think I will be afraid of you
Yan Mo was so angry that he hit him with the head.
A few people from the Awu tribe bypassed Yan Mo and ran towards the high ground where he walked down. They were curious about what happened there, especially the sudden extra earthen wall. When they saw the movements of the two touching and bumping their heads, they thought it was their special way of communication.
The patriarch followed up again, uneasy but sincerely grateful: "Thank you for saving us, and half of the corpses of all the enemies can be given to you."
Hearing what the patriarch said, Yan Mo was not happy at all, why give them so many monsters? do you want to eat? He only needs a few autopsies.
Maybe those monsters are like a lot of meat in the eyes of the Awu people. You can see this from the complex expressions of the Awu people who are still alive. They are sad and injured many people, and they seem to be happy this time With so many harvests, so many little monsters, and all the meat marinated, they don't have to worry about it this winter.
An old man also came towards them surrounded by several Awu people.
"Thank you for saving my people. Where are you from?" The Awu witch showed gratitude, but his words were a little stiff.
Yan Mo didn't find it strange either. When he talked with the child Awu, he discovered that the Awu people didn't have many vocabulary. Words such as guest, honored guest, and reward might not exist in their language.
He only nodded slightly to the old man, then turned to Yuan Zhan and said, "I'll help them save people."
Yuan Zhan frowned, but he didn't stop him. Seeing that Yan Mo moved, he didn't care about the clan witch and patriarch, but followed Yan Mo to protect him.
Patriarch Awu and the clan witch were stunned, not knowing what the bald two were going to do.
Seeing the bald boy squatting down in front of the injured clansman, the clan witch seemed taken aback, and the people around him also asked in fear, "What are they going to do?"
Patriarch Awu ran over directly, and the old man followed immediately.
The wounded Awu patient was dying, and some tribesmen wanted to carry him to the place where the wounded were concentrated. He shook his head and asked everyone to leave him alone. He thought he was dead. To the one I have never seen before... the bald boy.
Yan Mo also felt troublesome when he looked at the man who had been directly pierced into his right chest by the stone pick.
Fortunately, the stone pick is relatively small, and the wound area is not large, but this person may have injured his lungs, and his breathing made a sound of breaking wind, and he seemed to be breathing extremely hard.
In fact, the lung has a very good self-repair ability, and it is relatively easy to tolerate penetrating injury. Generally, the air leakage and bleeding of lung tissue will stop soon. On the contrary, it is blunt trauma, which is commonly known as internal injury. Due to the large area of damage and the possibility of secondary reactive changes, if it is not handled properly, it is likely to be life-threatening.
Yan Mo held the wounded patient's wrist, first checked his pulse, and observed all the other's appearance characteristics.
The injured did not lose a lot of blood, only the air leak was serious. It is reasonable for him to do a chest open exploration, suture the air leaking bronchus and bleeding blood vessels, and then suture the torn lung tissue. Partial excision of the lung tissue was performed. It's just that it's easy to say, but in such an environment, it's almost impossible to perform a successful chest operation, unless he doesn't care about the other party's life or death.
If it can't be cured, maybe those Awu people will suspect that he has some strange purpose. After all, he needs to cut open the opponent's body directly, which is probably similar to murder in the eyes of uncivilized savages.
But as a doctor, I always get used to the first priority and then the less important. If it is not really impossible to rescue, I will generally not give up.
It is true that this injury cannot be cured, but Yan Mo would feel that it would be a blasphemy against his medical skills if Yan Mo were to give up this injury to treat those who are easier to save.
However, judging from the size of the stone pick, maybe he can suture the damaged area directly from the wound without having to undergo chest surgery.
The people who ran up to the high ground to check just now ran down, and the Awu people looked at Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo in awe, one of them ran to his patriarch, and danced and told what he saw on the high ground.
Hearing that more monsters fell there, Patriarch Awu hurriedly asked them to kill all the monsters that were still alive, and at the same time looked at Yan Mo and Yan Mo with even more reverent eyes like his clansmen, not even daring to get close.
Yan Mo turned his head and waved to Chief Awu, who walked forward with some doubts and anxiety, and squatted down in front of the boy.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand and smiled at him first.
The boy's honest and kind appearance gave Patriarch Awu great comfort, and he also smiled back at the boy.
So when Yan Mo gently placed his hand on his forehead, he didn't resist.
Yan Mo said: "We come from the Jiu... original tribe. The mountain god Jiufeng is the patron saint of my tribe. I am the ancestor god and the priest of the mountain god Jiufeng. The mountain god Jiufeng saw that you were in danger. Let me and the god of the earth Yuan Zhan, the bloodline warrior, will come to save you together."
Patriarch Awu's eyes widened. He obviously couldn't understand the boy's pronunciation, but his brain did!
priest! My lord priest of the human-faced bird god! God! Sure enough, God did not abandon them! Patriarch Awu was so excited that he was about to cry.
Looking at the strong man with red eyes in front of him, Yan Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, and continued to pretend to be a magic stick, "You are the people recognized by the mountain god Jiufeng, and you are also my people. I will not give up on you. Many injured clansmen are still alive. Can be saved, I need your help to save these tribesmen, please help me according to my instructions."
"Yes! Lord Priest!" The head of the Awu tribe burst into tears. He had a strange feeling. He always felt that after today, the Awu tribe would be completely different.
Because they are God's approved people! God's priests also regard them as their own people! Perhaps their Awu people will no longer be hungry!
After listening to Yan Mo's instructions, Patriarch Awu suddenly got up and roared.
The Awu people all looked at him, especially the old witches, he was afraid that their patriarch would be hurt by strangers.
Yuan Zhan stared deeply at the young man. This guy definitely has a lot of things hidden from him, such as the ability to make others understand his words by pressing his hand on the forehead—as expected of the priest of the ancestor god, he really knows better than he does. Any priest and great witch are powerful.
"God has not given up on us! God has sent His priests and the warriors of the God of the Earth to help us! We have not been abandoned by God!" Patriarch Awu raised his arms and shouted, he wanted to convey his excitement and joy to every tribe member, Let every tribe know that they are God's approved people.
The Awu people were surprised at first, but after their patriarch shouted this repeatedly, many people also cheered with joy and excitement.
Even though there were still dead and wounded everywhere, and obviously there were still many tribesmen groaning in pain, but the Awu people saw hope, and even the faces of those wounded showed a longing for life and an inexplicable sense of pride.
The old man didn't cheer, he just stared at the boy, and walked slowly to the boy's side.
"Are you a priest of God?" The old man was suspicious.
Yan Mo also knows that his current image is not shocking at all, but he can make up for it with temperament.
"Yes, you are the clan witch here? I need your help." The young man smiled and said calmly.
The old man couldn't understand, Yan Mo wanted this effect, and he also extended his hand to the old man.
The old man hesitated.
After three seconds, Yan Mo put down his hands, got up, and walked to the largest tent of the Awu tribe with the Awu people who came to carry the injured—he was going to die of cold! It's hard work not to tremble!
The old man opened his mouth, and the priest gave up on him? This this…