"Young Master Long Ao, we really can't bring out any more red rice." Sashing suddenly knelt down in front of Long Ao.
"If you want to produce more red rice, you need more red bees. But if the red bees come again, our tribe really can't bear it."
Long Ao glanced at Shi Shi, who hurriedly stepped forward and helped Sashing up: "My young master hasn't even told you what he wants you to do, so why did you kneel down first?"
"I'm not asking you to produce more red rice, but I'm asking you not to produce any more red rice in the future."
"No more red rice?" Sashimi's brain was a little down. Did he just hear a hallucination? Is what this young master said true?
"Let's wait until Red Bee has taken care of it." Looking at Cisheng's confused eyes, Long Ao said.
The remaining work is to collect the nests of red bees. Most of the nests of red bees are high in tree trunks. It is actually very dangerous to destroy the nests without knowing whether there are live red bees inside.
"You can use fire." Twelve suggested, "Use fire to burn the red bees' nest. If there are live red bees inside, those red bees will fly out as soon as the fire burns. There are not many red bees alive now. We
There’s no need to be afraid of so many orcs.”
Twelve's opinion was agreed by everyone. There were indeed not many red bees alive. Occasionally one or two flew out of the nest and were quickly beaten to death by the orcs with a special broom.
They burned the nests one by one, and from morning to noon, they did not encounter a few living red bees.
Everything was going smoothly at first, but when a red bee nest half as tall as a man was burned, an accident happened.
Dozens of red bees formed a group. Although the red bees outside were dead, the inner layer was still safe.
When the fire started, a swarm of red bees swarmed out and rushed towards Twelve.
Twelve never thought that there would be so many surviving red bees inside. By the time he discovered it, it was already too late.
Even though his body was wrapped tightly, Twelve was stung several times by red bees that got into his clothes.
When the huge mouthpart pierced his body, Twelve felt like all the bone marrow in his body was being sucked dry.
Others were not much better.
Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden red bee, and several orcs were bitten. Those who managed to escape were rolled over and trampled on each other, leaving injuries all over their bodies.
When Long Ao got the news, the injuring red bee had already escaped without a trace. The twelve injured were the most serious. The bitten parts had all turned black and slowly spread to other parts of the body. He watched
It's about to die.
"Huang Yuan, please think of a way." Long Ao looked at Twelve who was carried back and said.
"Young Master, it's not that I don't want to save him, it's just that he was injured too seriously. I..."
"Huh?" Long Ao looked at Huang Yuan, his eyes filled with chilling anger.
Huang Yuan shivered unconsciously.
The look in Long Ao's eyes was really scary! Huang Yuan thought that although the other sons of the patriarch were also ruthless, he didn't think anyone could want his life in the next moment.
"I can only give it a try. I really don't know if I can save him." Huang Yuan trembled and made a final struggle.
"If you can't be rescued, you can die with them." There was no emotion in Long Ao's words, "I will tell my father that you were bitten to death by a red bee while helping the Cha Na tribe get rid of bees."
"Young master, spare your life, young master, spare your life! I will think of a way, I will find a way." Huang Yuan was about to pee with fright.
He took out a small black bottle from his arms, opened it, and found white paste inside.
He carefully applied the white ointment to Twelve's wounds.
Huang Yuan applied a thin layer of ointment as if he were treating a treasure, fearing that even a little bit would be wasted.
Long Ao had been watching closely. After a while, the black color on Twelve's body faded away, leaving empty wounds, which looked very shocking.
"Young Master!" The blackness faded away, Twelve woke up, and he shouted softly.
"How do you feel?" Long Ao asked with great concern.
"It's okay, but I don't have any strength and I'm a little dizzy."
Only then did Long Ao feel relieved.
"Young Master, Twelve should be fine. For the others, can you wait a while before treating them? Give me some time and let me research other prescriptions."
"How long does it take to study?"
"This...I don't know, I have to give it a try..."
"Still using this ointment!" Long Ao didn't give Huang Yuan a chance to continue.
"But young master, this life-sustaining ointment was passed down from my ancestors and is used to save my life. There is only this small bottle left. Once you use it, it will be gone."
"I said just use this ointment." Long Ao repeated his order.
Seeing Fourteen and Fifteen still lying on the ground groaning, Long Ao had no choice but to wait for Huang Yuan to research some bullshit new prescription.
In just one day, the orc bitten by the red bee will die. Huang Yuan may not be able to develop a new prescription in such a short period of time. More importantly, Long Ao doesn't know whether the eggs of the red bee have been laid.
In their bodies, if it is already in their bodies, even if there is medicine after a day, it may not be useful.
Huang Yuan gritted his teeth and applied his own ointment on the bitten people.
He didn't dare to be careless because Long Ao was right behind him, staring at him with his eyes.
When all the low-level orcs from the Namu tribe were rescued and only a few people from the Cha Na tribe were left, Huang Yuan looked back at Long Ao again.
This young master feels sorry for his soldiers, so the tribe members can wait a while, right?
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he happened to meet Long Ao's cold eyes, and he swallowed the words that reached his throat.
"Forget it, it's better not to mess with this guy. If you don't like it, your life will be lost."
When the last orc was rescued, Huang Yuan's medicine was not too much and it happened to be used up.
He wiped the sweat from his head and looked at Long Ao: "Young Master, you have finished applying the medicine."
The wounds of these people were the same as those of Twelve. The originally black areas slowly returned to normal color after applying ointment.
"We have sent people to kill the red bees that escaped. Now all the red bees in the tribe should be eliminated."
Seeing that the orcs brought by Long Ao were all fine, Sashing also wiped the sweat from his head and reported.
Long Ao nodded and turned around to ask Huang Yuan, "Do you still have your ointment?"
When Huang Yuan heard this, alarm bells rang in his heart, and he quickly replied: "No more, no more, this time it's really no more."
"Really? I think your ointment seems to be very useful. Where does it come from?" Long Ao continued to ask.
"My ancestors got it from the mermaid tribe on the seaside." Huang Yuan said, "It is said that the mermaid tribe used their own blood to refine it. It is very precious."
