It was almost evening after the craniotomy.
After chatting for more than an hour, it was already dark when Ren walked out of the bamboo building where the great witch held a memorial ceremony for Mafa.
But as soon as he reached the stairs of the bamboo building, he was startled.
In front of him was a mass of black heads, and the barbarians stared at him with wide eyes. Their dark brown skin blended into the darkness, but the whites of their eyes lit up like light bulbs.
He grinned again, his teeth all bright and white.
"What's going on?"
Before Lei could wake up from his dazed state, he saw a bonfire suddenly lit up not far away, and then the group of barbarian warriors in front of him knelt down on one knee and hammered his chest with his right fist: "Coleman The ethnic warriors extend their most sincere greetings to friends who have come from afar..."
"friend!"
"friend!"
"friend!"
"..."
Someone started, and there was a wave behind them, and thousands of people cheered.
These guys were full of energy and had loud voices. They shouted like the sound of an approaching flash flood, which made the bamboo buildings tremble. It was particularly shocking in this night.
"Thank you for saving the High Priest of Hela. Your kindness and generosity have gained the friendship of our Coleman clan!"
"You are our Fengshan Tribe's forever friend, and our Coleman Tribe's forever friend!"
"..."
Especially the group of warriors from the "Wind Mountain Tribe" who had sent the High Priest Hela to heal their wounds. Their faces were all red, and they were so excited that they seemed to want to show their sincerity.
Ren knew that this was the highest etiquette for Coleman warriors.
But they were still enemies during the day, and they knelt down at night. He was still a little uncomfortable with it, and said quickly: "Well... you're welcome. I'm a doctor, and this is what I should do."
In fact, Ren didn't know why these Coleman people had such a big reaction, but in fact this was the most honest side of the tribesmen.
The last time Ren saved Udo, no one witnessed it, so the favor wasn't too big. And from a certain perspective, it was also an exchange of interests... Strictly speaking, Ren was actually an accomplice in her arrest.
But this time it was completely different. In front of the great witch Mafa, he relied on his medical skills to save a veteran high priest of the Coleman tribe who should have died.
They are completely two concepts.
In this primitive tribal culture, the priest is the witch doctor of the entire tribe, the magician, the teacher, and the person who empowers the warriors with everything.
The high priest's status in the tribe was extremely high, higher than his parents, the chief, and even the lives of the warriors themselves.
Therefore, when people knew that Ren saved the High Priest Hela, everyone's hatred turned into gratitude and was expressed in words and actions.
... ...
At this time, the rescued High Priest Hela also came over and said sincerely to Renn: "Dr. Renn, thank you for your emotional intervention. You saved my life."
Ren was really flattered, and he quickly helped up the high priest, who was slightly taller than him even though he was kneeling on one knee: "Saving people is a doctor's bounden duty, not to mention, the witch priest has given me the best gift... . You don’t have to be too polite.”
High Priest Hela stood up, and at this time, Udo also came over.
She was most familiar with Ren, and she had no restraints. She said, "In order to welcome our friends from the Coleman tribe, there was supposed to be a grand celebration dinner. But because there is a war ahead, we only had a small one today. A small campfire dinner... Let's go and feel the enthusiasm of our Coleman warriors."
"The enthusiasm of soldiers?"
Ren's face twitched slightly when he heard this. He probably read too much bad information in his previous life. The first thing that came to his mind was that a bunch of muscular men were surrounding him and hehehehehehehe...enthusiasm.
He didn't know that both men and women in the Coleman tribe were called warriors...
... ...
Bonfires, barbecues, mountains of fruits, passionate war dances...
Ren didn't expect that when they arrived at noon, they were "prisoners" in a cage, but now they were warmly entertained guests.
And he, the client, probably knew the ins and outs of the matter. It was the "prisoners" like Bazel who were in a state of confusion throughout the whole process that were really unexpected.
On this day, the legend's mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.
In the evening, Bazel watched a group of barbarians approaching the wooden cage fiercely, and even opened his cage, which did not shock the legend.
The inmates on the side have already learned that there is only one result of opening the cage, and that is to kill the "sacrificial god".
Although Bazel already knew his ending, he was still angry: Even if it is "sacrifice to the gods", it must be arranged on a first-come, first-served basis, right? !
The ones who came before haven't had their turn yet, so why did it suddenly become his turn
As a result, when the legend was about to fight for the last time with the [Forbidden Magic Lock], he found that the barbarians were surprisingly polite after opening the cage.
Huh... isn't it "sacrifice to the gods"
Despite the language barrier, Bazel also understood that those barbarians had no intention of taking him to "sacrifice the gods", but instead released him and unlocked the [Magic Forbidden Lock].
Not just him, but also Carl and Mr. Tuster.
Then, Bazel was brought here by a group of barbarians and fed him delicious food and drinks...
The legend also guessed that there would be such a drastic change in their treatment. It was probably because Renn, who had been taken out of the prison before, had done something terrible.
Now that he finally saw the Rennes, Bazel was full of questions and couldn't find anyone to ask them, so he wouldn't let them go now.
He asked eagerly: "Kid Ren, what on earth have you done? Why do these barbarians suddenly want us to eat and drink?"
This is not the case with decapitation. After all, Sam and the others in the next cage had never heard of eating meat before.
"I saved an injured high priest, and then they became friends with us," Wren explained.
"ah?"
Bazel heard this in disbelief, "Do you still have this ability? You saved that person who couldn't even be saved by the Great Witch Festival?"
In his eyes, Ren was good, but he wasn't so good that he could solve problems that even "Legend" couldn't solve.
"I performed a very difficult craniotomy on them. You know, their witch doctor is a magician and can't handle such a delicate operation..."
Ren shrugged and explained simply, without thinking about anything more.
At this time, he looked around and didn't see Mr. Tust and his grandson. He asked curiously: "By the way, where are Mr. Tust and the others?"
Bazel spread his hands and said: "I don't know, when they came out before, they were carried away by a few guys who looked like savage doctors..."
And it's a coincidence that at this moment,
Mr. Tust and Karl were also surrounded by a group of barbarians.
Surprisingly, the old man was actually sitting on a chair!
This shocked Renne.
He knew the old man's physical condition very well.
All the muscles in the old man's body have atrophied. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to sit up!
Now he is sitting on the chair...
The only explanation for this is that the "mandoline flesh-paralyzing toxin" in his body has been completely eliminated!
Renn saw that the old man looked better than ever before and said hello: "Karl, Grandpa Tust!"
When Carl saw Renn, he ran over excitedly, chirping like a magpie: "Brother Renn, look... look! They cured my grandpa's poison, and he can sit up. He even moved his fingers just now!"
After thirty years of high-level paralysis, my nerves have long forgotten the feeling of the body's existence. Although the toxins have been cleared, it still requires a long recovery process.
However, being able to sit up is already a good start.
"Boy Ren, thank you..."
Tust also had complicated eyes and a happy smile from the heart on his face.
But I was smiling and crying again.
He seemed to be talking to others, or to himself: "I didn't expect that there would be a day in this life where I could feel the presence of my body..."
A person with half his foot in the coffin has long taken life and death lightly.
Even though he was caught by this barbarian tribe, he didn't feel much depressed. Dying here is no different from dying anywhere else.
But suddenly today, his toxin, which the top doctors in the medical field had concluded could not be removed, was actually cured!
Thirty years...
He had never felt as comfortable as he did today, like an old goshawk that had its feathers plucked and its beak cut off. At this moment, he was "reborn" physically and mentally.
Tust was suddenly full of expectations for the future life. As long as he did not die, the countless ultra-complex mechanical designs in his mind that had not yet been realized would finally have a chance to appear...
Blessed by the God of Steam...
Oh no!
It was not just the blessing of the God of Steam, but he knew that all of this was the result of the efforts of the young man from Rennes in front of him.
That old friend of mine really took on a good disciple.
Ren saw everyone getting along well and smiled happily, "Haha, Grandpa Tust, you have to recover well. When you get better, I'm still waiting for you to help me design the Mechanical City."
Not just the body, survival
Tust's eyes were wet and he readily agreed: "Okay, what kind of mechanical city do you want?"
Ren said casually: "Is it okay if it can fly?"
Tust also said solemnly: "Okay!"
At this time, Ren turned his face to Udo, knowing that all this was the result of this group of kind and simple Coleman people.
He said sincerely in Coleman language: "Thank you, High Priest Udo, and thank you to the witch doctors of your tribe."
A smile appeared on Udo's face for the first time, and he said: "This is what you deserve for saving Priest Hela. We, the Coleman clan, know how to repay kindness. To deal with the enemy, we have spears and bows. ;For friends, we have wine and barbecue..."
The bonfire reflected the young high priest's face, which was bright red.
For the first time, Renn felt that this barbarian girl finally looked a bit like a "little girl".
... ... .
Coleman's men and women danced the war dance around the campfire with enthusiasm.
Hey hoo~ Hey yo~ Hey hey!
Low shouts sounded rhythmically, and people stepped on the drums and danced wild war dances like wild beasts.
Ren was also pulled by Udo to jump around the fire in the crowd. Infected by the atmosphere, he laughed and danced.
If there was no war, how happy this group of people would be.
Jumping and jumping, tired.
Sit down and eat some barbecued meat from an unknown monster, drink some low-alcohol fruit wine, and eat a few mouthfuls of delicious fruit that you can’t even name.
Looking at this group of simple Coleman people called "savages", a flash of complexity suddenly flashed through Renn's mind.
Suddenly, he asked Udo next to him, "Um... Master Wuji asked me a lot of questions before. But I never dared to ask him..."
The surroundings were very noisy, and Wu Duo didn't hear clearly, so he put his face close to it, "What's wrong?"
Ren took advantage of the drink and asked, "Have you never thought about relocating the tribe?"
He knew very well that no matter how powerful the Coleman warriors were individually, in large-scale wars, fighting head-on against the Mechanical City would always have an indelible disadvantage. What's more, there is the overwhelming advantage of several times the number of people. This war was actually destined to end from the beginning.
Upon hearing this, Wu Duo did not answer immediately, her eyes reflected the blazing bonfire.
"We Colemans have been living in this jungle for generations. This is our home. We are familiar with every plant and tree in the jungle. Where can we move to? Besides, our duty is to protect the temple. As long as there is one As long as Soldier Coleman is alive, we will never let the enemy trample on the dignity of the temple..."
"..."
When Ren heard this, he said nothing.
In fact, he had already guessed this result when he asked.
The more honest a person is, the firmer his faith is.
The Coleman family had long made plans to fight their enemies to the death.
... ...
Boring topics are not suitable to be discussed on festive occasions.
Renn has been hanging out with the hunters for a long time, and has gradually acquired a mentality of enjoying the moment.
Coleman's soldiers were very enthusiastic. They came over one after another to toast with wine barrels as big as their heads.
The fruit wine is very smooth and has plenty of staying power.
I have to say, the barbecue is delicious.
I don’t know what kind of monster meat it is. It’s golden and oily, and the meat is fragrant in the mouth.
The fruits are also delicious and colorful.
As soon as I ate these words, I opened my stomach to eat.
But suddenly, Renn felt something strange in his body, "Hey... I seem to have been poisoned by eating fruit..."
As a professional doctor, he knew very well that these reactions were abnormal.
"This is the best fruit in the jungle. We only enjoy it during grand festivals. How can it be poisonous?"
Wu Duo blinked and said in surprise.
Suddenly she remembered something and said with a hint of disdain: "Oh, I almost forgot! Your bodies are too weak and you won't be able to bear it..."
Renn: "Huh? Do you want to detoxify? I don't feel very good..."
"It's okay. The men in the tribe like this fruit very much. I thought you liked it too..."
"What kind of fruit is this?"
"Didn't you see its shape?"
"Moon fruit?"
"Elephant nut."
"..."
... ... .
The wine is on my head, and the world is spinning.
Before falling asleep, Ren didn't forget to program his brain.
[Zhi Nao, set up a dream to practice 'divine healing'... ]