Chapter 177

Remember. "

It's time, go! "

Yes. "The warrior turned around without hesitation to carry out Chichi's order. No matter what Chichi has to do, it must be good for the tribe and not bad.

Bo Og, who rushed over, originally wanted to count on the big pit dug by the Red Fox clan to trap the iron-backed dragon, but...

What about the pit?

And what about the Red Fox clan?

Patriarch Boug, are you looking for me? " Yuan Zhan suddenly appeared in front of Boo.

you! "When Boo saw him, his eyes were red to the point of dripping blood. A fourth-level warrior of the Primordial Tribe, do you dare to fight me?"

Are you challenging me? Yuan Zhan seemed to laugh but not laugh. This guy's bloodline ability is good. Although it is not equal to the combat power, it is only level 2, but he is still alive and kicking after being smashed with a stone hammer. It's not fake that it becomes hard skinned and boned and backstabs can hurt people.

right! "

it is good! Come fight! "

Bo Og let out a loud roar, bowed his head and rushed towards Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan didn't move, he wanted to see if his body could withstand a blow from a fourth-level soldier.

The warriors of the She tribe no longer cared about their own clan chiefs, just like Bo Og also ignored them. Hundreds of people were chased by the iron-backed dragon and fled.

Jiufeng saw the iron-backed dragon chasing the two-legged monster and ran away from Taniguchi to the other side, and it also followed.

As the iron-backed dragon ran farther and farther, the Yuanji tribe warriors who had been lying in ambush inside the valley for a long time rushed out after hearing the roar of the original battle agreement.

In the valley, Yan Mo originally wanted to find time to take a good look at the place where Tuyuanzhuguo grew, but too many injured people made him unable to leave for a moment.

That being the case, he simply used up all the five blessings of life today. He was very curious about the huge changes that the five 50% consumption of life force would bring to his body and nerves.

He usually doesn't have the opportunity to experiment like this. Well, a good researcher always dares to experiment on himself. A certain medical lunatic thinks that he is not afraid of death because he cannot die.

On the way, Dahe told him that the chief led five hundred soldiers out of the valley.

In the afternoon, Da He reported to him again, and Zhan brought a team to hunt, a real hunt. Xie led the tribal warriors to hunt down the She and Haola warriors.

The patriarch of the She clan, Boo, escaped? "Yan Mo asked Dahe casually while instructing Caoding to dig out the rotten flesh.

No, the war killed him. Dahe said excitedly.

What about the corpse? "

Hanging in Taniguchi, the war won't let us move. "

In the hands of Yuan Zhan, it is the same as in his hands. Yan Mo looked up at the sky, and turned to call Bing, who had been following along to help: No matter who you want me to save, Dashan must be inside. "

Dahe controlled his expression not to get too excited. Bing didn't say whether there was Dashan among the people who Hao and Xie asked to save first, he just nodded and said, "Okay." "

Later, I will save Dashan first, and then I can only save two more people. I need to rest and recover in the middle. During my recovery time, never let anyone disturb me, let alone touch me. "

Yes! "

Yan Mo admitted that he just said it on purpose so that Da He and others could hear it.

At this time, this occasion is not suitable for doing good deeds without leaving a name. He wants to let the people of Yuanji tribe know that those who follow him will definitely benefit a lot.

Yan Mo walked to Dashan again. After a visual inspection, he initially judged that the wound on Dashan was not fatal, and that his unconsciousness was probably related to the blunt trauma to the back of his head.

Dahe also told Yan Mo that Dashan and other soldiers escorted everyone all the way, and they could talk and walk on the road, but when he got to the valley, he would not wake up after laying down to rest, and he only fed him with cinnamon soil every day. delay his life.

For Yan Mo, as long as people don't die, it's not a problem. Although he still hasn't fully understood the role of those life energies, the guide has not disappointed him in this regard.

And Dashan did wake up half an hour after Yan Mo rescued him, because Yan Mo concentrated his energy on his brain, the wound on his head and the accumulation of blood in the brain disappeared, but the wound on his body was only closed but not completely heal.

But these are all small problems. Dashan listened to Dahe telling him about important things that happened during the period after he was in a coma. After he heard the news that Yuan Zhan had returned and Mosheng was not dead, he covered his face and rubbed it hard. a handful.

This white-haired old priest is called Yan Mo? Same as the name of the little slave in the war? Dashan looked at Yan Mo secretly. He didn't say anything of gratitude to this old priest with god-like ability to save him and Dahe, he just kept it in his heart.

Da He glanced at the white-headed man who was resting on a large rock wrapped in shòu skin, and gave Da Shan a mysterious smile.

Dashan looks at his big brother.

Shan, my life already belongs to him. Do you want to go with us? "

Walk? where to go? "

Go to Jiuyuan tribe. "

I don't want to be a slave. Dashan said honestly. Even if the white-headed priest saved his life, he didn't want to be someone else's slave.

The Jiuyuan tribe had no slaves. &

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Dashan was surprised and did not believe, how could a large tribe have no slaves? "

Lord Zhan and Mo both said no. "

fight him...? "

Zhan also stayed in the Jiuyuan tribe, and Mosquito was also there. "

Dashan is silent for a long time, they will not come back, will they? "

Won't. "

Dashan nodded and pointed to Yan Mo. Is that person a priest of the Jiuyuan tribe? "

Yes. "

Where is Jiuyuan? "

I don't know, I heard that it is very far away, in the territory of the mountain god Jiufeng. "

Dashan nodded again without speaking. But Dahe knew his brother, he knew he had made a decision, but Dashan was more loyal to the tribe than he was, and he would not ask to leave with them unless the chief spoke up.

Gan Yu used a stone bowl to bring fresh boiled water to Yan Mo.

Bing roasted the best leftover meat from the tribe and sent it to Yan Mo.

But no one dared to disturb him.

Some of the injured patients who were treated did not leave after they got up and walked, but walked to Yan Mo and knelt down silently three feet away from him.

When Yan Mo also rescued the mountain, more people came to kneel and worship him.

None of these soldiers spoke, as if they were afraid of disturbing Yan Mo. They all saw the changes in the white-haired man's face and body, and every time they saved a person, Yan Mo's direct change in appearance would be even more shocking.

Everyone could see that Yan Mo was exhausted and weakened to the extreme.

But when Yan Mo opened his eyes, he immediately asked Bing and Dahe to bring today's fourth seriously injured person to him, and he no longer even had the strength to stand up.

When the fourth fighter also woke up from the coma, he stroked his body back and forth in amazement. He clearly remembered that his back was concentrated and his whole body could not move. He could open his eyes for the first two days, but later When he had trouble swallowing, he was already waiting to die.

He really didn't think that he could wake up again, and he could get up immediately and walk around freely.

When the third-level warrior finally woke up a little from his ecstasy, he noticed a man leaning on the boulder beside him, an old man with hair as pale as snow and a face withered like a skeleton.

He had never seen such an old man before, which made him speechless. He was about to ask who this person was, but he saw many people around him kneeling on the ground, many with red eyes, some women Tears have been shed.

Yan Mo wanted to pick up the water bowl beside his legs, but he lifted his fingers and lowered them weakly. As for the barbecued meat that was also placed next to it, he lost his appetite after a glance. This meat is definitely not roe deer meat, so the only fresh meat that the Yuanji tribe can have at present is that.

Gan Yu was afraid that the child on her back accidentally bumped into the white-haired priest, and gave the stone bowl to Cao Ding, who was also tired. Although Cao Ding was tired, her spirit was very good. She carefully held the stone bowl and approached Yan Mo.

Mr. Mo, drink some water. Cao Ding carefully brought the stone bowl to Yan Mo's lips, Yan Mo lowered his head, and finished drinking a bowl of water from the stone bowl.

Sir, eat some more meat. "

Yan Mo immediately shook his head slowly but firmly.

Next. "

Sir, what did you say? " Kusamachi didn't hear.

Yan Mo turned his gaze to Bing.

Bing immediately understood what Yan Mo meant, but he was very worried, could the white-haired priest still treat the fifth person in his current condition?

Seeing Yan Mo like this, who can say that he wants too many 200 people? What's more, they didn't plan to have so many people in the first place!

Soldiers who have been treated, those who are being treated, and those who have learned the method of treatment, including those who are in good health, seem to have been rendered or bewitched by some kind of spirit, and many people will involuntarily walk to the white-haired priest. Kneel by your side.

This is not just gratitude, nor reverence, but a kind of spiritual sustenance and dependence.

It was as if by doing so, they could get closer to the white-haired priest and more able to express their respect and gratitude to each other that they could not express in words.

Relying on his accumulated power in the tribe for many years, Qiu Shi saw this scene when he came out of the tent to find this place.

So many people knelt around the boulder. In a circle, the soldiers put their right fists on their hearts, silently looking at the white-haired old man leaning on the boulder.

Is that the white-haired young priest?

Seeing that Yan Mo has become more old and weaker than yesterday, Qiu Shi was shocked on the one hand, and on the other hand, he felt a deep fear!

He had never seen people from the tribe kneel and worship him like this, not even the Heiyuan people!

This talent has only been in the tribe for two days! O God Kama! This person must not let him stay in the tribe, absolutely not!

ooh ooh-! "Suddenly there was an excited scream from outside.

A dozen or so small children ran wildly, shouting all the way: Defeat! Our warriors defeated the She people! we won! We can go home! "