The little monster's surprise attack brought some losses to the small Awu tribe, which was the result of Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo's help. If there were no two people, the Awu tribe would probably lose more than half of its population today.
In the past, those monsters would only attack the lonely clansmen. If they launched such a large-scale attack on their residence like today, they must want to kill them all.
After counting, there were only 67 people of the Awu tribe in total. Six people were killed and 19 people were seriously injured in the battle just now. Except for the 14 children who were really small hiding in the tent, everyone else, no matter how big or small Both hurt a little.
And the little monsters left behind were also counted, which was only counted with the help of Yuan Zhan, including the correct population of the Awu tribe.
The fifty-two little monsters were all killed, and none were left alive.
Yan Mo heard that the little monster was not left alive, so he looked at his right hand specially. Fortunately, the guide didn't react in particular, probably there was no murder that happened before his eyes.
This is also the rigidity of the guide. If a person is observing his behavior, then he can definitely deduce from his words and deeds that he intends to kill someone with a knife. However, a rigid guide will only judge based on the most direct facts.
The Awu people who were not dead were sent to Yan Mo one after another. This was one of the things Yan Mo told the head of the Awu clan to do.
The sent wounded and the two brought back at the earliest made a total of 21 people, and the others thought that their injuries were not serious, so they didn't have the nerve to join the priest of the god.
More than half of the 21 seriously injured patients, the Awu tribe felt that it was impossible to live any longer and could only procrastinate, but the priest told them not to give up, so they sent them all.
The two largest tents have been quickly packed out.
Yan Mo planned to divide the injuries of these wounded patients into two different tents according to the priority. During the diversion process, he could use the gold needles to prick some wounded patients who were too late to deal with, were seriously in condition, or were bleeding profusely. There is no way to temporarily stop the bleeding or make him temporarily unconscious.
When Yan Mo showed the golden needle, the Awu people who saw it were not very surprised, because they didn't know the goods, and thought it was a thorn with a strange appearance and material.
But when they saw the bald boy stabbing those thorns into the bodies of some injured companions, the unstoppable bleeding of those injured companions gradually stopped, and some clansmen who couldn't help screaming and writhing in pain fell asleep quietly. , They looked at the young man with more than awe.
The old witch who had been watching Yan Mo's every move let out a strange murmur.
Yan Mo heard the murmur, and almost didn't tense his expression. The old witch used his limited imagination to give his golden needle a new name "Soul-fixing thorn", he thought that he used those magic soul-fixing thorns to freeze the needle. He killed the souls of the Awu tribe, and the old witch probably wanted to help him, using strange tones that seemed to be incantations and prayers to help him hold those souls and prevent them from leaving.
Yan Mo looked at the old witch.
Sensing his gaze, the old man immediately stopped murmuring and looked back at him.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand, just about to speak.
The old witch flew up to Yan Mo with a speed and agility unimaginable for an old man, and took the initiative to put his forehead against the outstretched hand.
Yuan Zhan, who had been paying attention to Yan Mo's side all the time, twitched his eyes.
"..." Yan Mo, with a cracked expression, coughed and said, "There are more injured people, and I need you to help me deal with the less injured people."
The old witch replied solemnly and respectfully: "No."
"If you have a better way to treat our people, please tell me."
The old witch took a step back, turned around and ran away suddenly.
"..." Yan Mo withdrew his hand silently. Is this old witch really not mentally ill? But normal people wouldn't throw their children into the lake, would they
The old witch brought Yan Mo the secret medicine that he usually used to treat his tribe.
Yan Mo finally understood what the old man meant. The old man was telling him with the facts that this is the treatment method he knows.
Yan Mo sniffed the dark, not as sharp nose as before, and only discerned one kind of medicinal material he knew, and then he picked some more, but was held by a big hand when he brought it to his tongue.
"It's okay, I know." His body is his support, and if he is really poisoned, he will not die. And he can exchange for a prescription at the price of immortality, which is still very cost-effective.
Yuan Zhan still refused to let go.
Yan Mo had no choice but to give up the method of simply judging the properties of the medicine by touching the tip of the tongue.
"This probably has a certain effect of stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation." Yan Mo returned the black stuff in the skull to the old witch, and continued to reach out, "But today you can try my medicine and see which one works better."
The old man rested his forehead on Yan Mo's palm with a look of awe on his face. The priest of the god didn't blame him, didn't abandon him, and even planned to teach him new and better witchcraft and witchcraft.
"You come in with me. If you have an assistant...I mean a disciple, you can let him come in together. I need a more clever and steady helper." Yan Mo withdrew his hand, turned and walked into the tent of the seriously injured patient, the old man Followed step by step, only calling a young man before entering the tent.
When the young man heard that he was called, he jumped up excitedly. He was also injured, but he didn't care about the wound on his body, and rushed into the tent just like that.
Some people wanted to watch the fun and wanted to follow in. They were stopped by the people arranged by the Awu patriarch at the entrance of the tent: "My lord priest said that other people cannot enter."
Yan Mo walked into the tent, saw the environment inside and smelled the smell inside, and wanted to get out.
But it was so cold outside that it was unrealistic to leave the patient outside for treatment. His hands were frozen and he couldn't perform surgery and needles, and the injured would be unable to support himself due to the cold.
In fact, the tent with the fire for heating and lighting is not suitable for him to treat the wounded. First of all, the brightness is not enough. Although his eyesight is surprisingly good now, it is not so good that he can see the meridians and blood vessels of the human body even in the shadows. It's crystal clear.
What he needs most now are shadowless lamps and nurses, but these are obviously extravagant wishes. This ghostly place doesn't even have mirrors that can reflect light.
After thinking over and over again, Yan Mo asked the old clan witch and his disciples to wait a little while, he exited the tent, and was about to instruct Chief Awu to temporarily enclose an isolated space with animal skins, but changed his mind temporarily when he saw Yuan Zhan.
"They are afraid of you and grateful to you, but this is not enough, Lord Chief, you have to let them see how you are different from them, in front of all of them, let them see the power of the blood of God with their own eyes."
"What do you want me to do?" Knowing that those Awu people could not understand what they said, Yuan Zhan, who was cautious by nature, still stuck to Yan Mo and said in a low voice.
"I need you to improvise a house without a roof, as long as it is two meters high, can shelter from the wind, and can last for two days without collapsing."
"How big is it?"
"It's about the same size as our stone house."
"Okay, but I need rest and food." In fact, Yuan Zhan, who consumed a lot, was not sure, but he wanted to try.
Yan Mo nodded, and they didn't need to remind them, the Awu patriarch had arranged for people to prepare food and water for them, and on a fire at the entrance of the tent, two rabbits had been pierced with wooden sticks and roasted. At the entrance of the tent, there were several other fires that were improvised according to Yan Mo's instructions, and a stone pot was placed on it to boil water.
The smell of barbecue came out, and Yan Mo heard a lot of saliva, including several women who came to bring him water.
Yan Mo took the clear water and smiled at the woman who brought him the water.
The woman stared at him closely, as if she wanted to reach out to touch him, but in the end she still didn't dare to reach out.
Yan Mo didn't notice the woman's desire, he was attracted by the water container in his hand.
This semi-circular water container is probably made of some kind of hard fruit shell. He has never seen a similar fruit in the woods. He doesn't know if it's the wrong season or this thing only exists in Awu. near the family residence.
Yan Mo didn't drink the water, he just pretended to pick up the fruit shell and made a gesture of drinking water, but in fact, he didn't even touch the water inside to his lips. It doesn't matter if you say he's overly careful, or you say he's sympathetic, but he doesn't want to drink this unboiled raw water with some dust floating on it.
All the Awu people have gathered, including the children hiding in the tent, and they are preparing a fire in the open space in front of the tent area.
They don't want to put those little monsters on the fire to roast now, and then hold a barbecue meeting, right
Yan Mo immediately turned back to the tent when he saw two Awu people grab the corpse of a little monster and carry it towards the small lake below.
No one knows what Yan Mo, the old clan witch and his three disciples did in the tent of the seriously injured. When Yan Mo was called out by Yuan Zhan, the old clan witch personally sent him to the entrance of the tent, with a look of awe on his face. It has turned into an almost devout religious expression.
"Okay?" Yan Mo asked Yuan Zhan.
"right here?"
"Flat land is fine."
Yuan Zhan walked around the open space in front of the tent. All the Awu people who saw his behavior couldn't understand what he was doing, but they soon understood.
Yuan Zhan stopped in the open space in front of the two tents where the wounded were placed.
Then the open space seemed to be alive, the ground was beating, and a wall of earth rose up rapidly, and at the same time, it quickly thickened. The height of this wall soon surpassed the one on the high ground, only not as thick, but it still looked very solid.
A wall was erected, and another wall emerged. Under the surprised and awe-inspiring eyes of the Awu tribe, Yuan Zhan used the fastest speed he could currently use to create four walls.
Patriarch Awu seems to be extremely envious of Yuan Zhan's god-like abilities, and of course he is not the only one envious.
Yuan Zhan's ability is something that the Awu people have never seen before, just like the human-faced bird god can spit out invisible sharp blades, and they all belong to the ability of gods in their hearts.
Some people with lower minds or weak spirits have already thought of Yuan Zhan as an extremely terrifying and invincible existence.
"Do you want to treat the wounded Awu tribe here?" Yuan Zhan was obviously about to lose strength, but he pretended to be nonchalant, and his appearance was much more bluffing than Yan Mo, only his size And more condensed muscles are enough to deter the Awu people.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand, Yuan Zhan froze for a moment, and stretched his forehead forward.
Yan Mo... simply slapped him on the forehead, and before he could get angry, he quickly grabbed the young man's pulse.
Yuan Zhan was not angry, if he didn't want Yan Mo to grab his wrist, Yan Mo couldn't grab it no matter what.
Yan Mo was a little worried about Yuan Zhan, but of course he was not worried about this, he just didn't want to lose such a useful thug so soon.
It was originally just a very casual routine inspection, but after carefully feeling Yuan Zhan's pulse, Yan Mo slowly frowned.
How is this going? This kind of pulse is not normal, but it doesn't feel like overdrawn ability. The pulse phase last time is completely different from this time.