Anda bowed down immediately.
Song Yang said: "Why are you praying? I am not here to save you. I am doing this just for Aegsa's sake."
Anda's face was full of embarrassment.
He used to look down on Song Yang.
For a moment, Anda didn't know what to say.
Song Yang looked back at the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground because of defeat.
After the blood warrior was killed, they knelt down and surrendered.
Anda said: "According to tribal rules, the defeated need to surrender to the victorious tribe. These warriors belong to the Sharp Fang Tribe."
Song Yang found this rule very difficult to understand.
However, those defeated soldiers seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing and were very calm.
Puff~!
Anda spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood flowed from his heart again.
Anda's breath weakened instantly.
His eyes rolled back.
He was forcing himself to hold his breath while talking to Song Yang just now, but when he relaxed now, he was on the verge of death.
Anda!
The few soldiers who were still able to move nervously supported him.
Anda covered his chest and said with a smile: "The tribe is saved, and the hunting grounds of the One-Horn Tribe and the Red Cloud Tribe have also been taken over by the Sharp Fang Tribe. I can die with peace of mind!"
The rest of the soldiers were wiping tears.
Song Yang said: "Get out of the way, everyone. No one can die as long as I am here!"
He pushed away a soldier who was blocking his way, lifted Anda up roughly, and put a medical card on his stomach.
Anda's injuries began to recover immediately.
His spirits also became high.
Cough cough cough!
Anda coughed violently, and a stream of thick phlegm spurted out of his throat.
His eyes widened as well.
"Oh my god! Anda is awake!"
"Song Yang rescued Anda!"
"This is simply the method of a wizard! Praise the wizard!"
"It's amazing! It's a miracle!"
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The tribal warriors present were all surprised and amazed.
Song Yang said: "Are you feeling better, Anda? If you are not dead, get up. You are still needed to settle those surrendered warriors!"
Anda jumped up from the ground with a somersault.
He stretched his arms and legs a few times and said, "My strength has returned, and my injuries are half healed! Hahaha!"
Song Yang slapped his stomach and said, "Hurry up and get to work!"
Anda didn't get angry.
He nodded in agreement to Song Yang, and led the Sharp Fang Tribe warriors who were still standing to the warriors who were kneeling on the ground.
When he came here, Anda became full of energy and enthusiasm.
He was like a great general, commanding his men to number the surrendered soldiers and take them away in a line.
A lame warrior of the Sharp Fang tribe looked at Song Yang timidly and said, "Powerful warrior! Please help me heal my wounds!"
There was a hole in his leg.
If it is not cured, the leg will become lame after it heals.
A lame warrior is not called a warrior. He can only do physical labor in the tribe. He is looked down upon and his wife and children are ashamed of him.
Song Yang felt sorry for him and said, "Sure, no problem."
After saying that, he exchanged it for a medical card and put it on the lame soldier.
The lame warrior felt his whole body warm, his wounds healed quickly, and his muscles became full. Although they were not completely healed, it seemed that it would not be long before he would regain his strength and continue hunting and fighting.
The soldier knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "Thank you, great warrior. Luha will always follow you!"
Luha's declaration made the eyes of the other injured soldiers light up.
They quietly surrounded Song Yang.