Chapter 440: The hunt begins, Leopard's mouth rests for the rest of his life!
Wangshan is a dead horse.
Fortunately, the deer couldn't be killed.
It took more than half a day to get from where Gretel was, to the Black Crow Jungle, and then through the Black Crow Jungle into the hunting area. Fortunately, the Silver Moon Deer has a broad back, so Gretel could sit wherever he wanted, left or right.
, move forward, toss back and forth.
When you get tired of sitting, adjust your posture, and then continue reading on the deer's back...
The big hunt during Akula used more than one or two thousand manpower. In addition to the necessary personnel who stayed in the camp, all warriors and spellcasters were mobilized. Throughout the winter, fresh animal meat and furs were exchanged.
Look at the animal sinews and bones used to make tools and medicinal materials!
The warriors spread out in all directions. In a radius of thousands of miles, the tribes that came to participate in Akula were nearly a hundred in number, and the number of warriors gathered was more than two or three thousand. They used tribes as units and based on the areas that had been divided in advance, surrounded them from a distance.
Form a large circle and work together to drive the wild beasts toward the center.
Grete sat on the back of the Silver Moon Deer. After a moment of concentration, he heard whimpering in the distance, one after another. The sound was a bit familiar, well, it seemed like he had heard it somewhere...
"They were blowing bark whistles to attract deer." Behind him, Bernard pointed into the distance and explained:
"There is a kind of tree in the Black Crow Jungle. You can peel off the bark and roll it into a whistle, and you can blow the sound of a doe. A hunter who is good at the whistle can use the whistle to attract the buck, and other beasts will follow. Of course, if there is
The powerful monster requires high-level warriors to take action..."
He pointed to the nearby area. Gretel followed his pointing and saw a group of barbarian warriors surrounding the elders not far away. They were all tall and tall, with tall and straight bodies. Just standing there
, a powerful momentum rushed towards me.
Looking at their weapons, a small number of them carried bone clubs and bone hammers on their backs, but most of them held steel axes and steel rods. Each piece of them had a cold light. Looking at the color of the steel and the patterns of sunlight reflecting on the blade surface, it was obvious that they were weapons.
Made by dwarves.
Considering the barrenness of the great wilderness, being able to use weapons made by dwarves, it is obvious that these people's warrior level is outstanding.
"How long will it take for the war to begin?" Gretel sat up straight and stretched his neck to look into the distance. Well, the big hunt is very interesting, but the lure roundup before the hunt is not good at all and there is no movement at all!
From his position, he could only hear the deer whistle and see the trees shaking in the distance. Occasionally, someone would lift a big messy cloth with a long stick and shake it hard twice. He didn't know what it meant...
Should I add the Eagle Eye spell to myself? Or should I wait until the big hunt begins to add it?
It was very boring. Gretel patted the deer’s back:
"Appa, let's go drink some water!"
The Silver Moon Deer snorted, took him and Bernard and walked towards the creek not far away. Bernard originally named this new mount "Ah" after borrowing the name of the ancient mythical beast.
"Paro", Gretel thought it was too long, so he cut off a section and just called it Apa.
The Silver Moon Deer didn't care. When Grete shouted, it wagged its tail and came over, kneeling down on all four legs to let Grete climb up. Bernard had nothing to do with his boss, but Cerira, on the other hand, couldn't help laughing:
"Apa is a good name. When you ride it alone, if no one cares about it, it can easily turn into a bang!"
"Cerella!!!"
No matter how much he laughed at it, Appa himself still accepted the new name. Gretel gave the order, and it swayed to the edge of the stream and lowered its head to drink water. Bernard jumped down first, and Gretel brushed it for himself.
A feather falling technique fluttered to the ground.
Fetching water, setting up a stove, boiling, and throwing freezing rays, all the steps were completed in one go. After filling the skin bag, Gretel poured himself a cup, squinted his eyes and drank slowly. Halfway through the drink, there was a sudden loud sound in the woods on the other side, and a group of soldiers
Blood stained, he rushed out of the dense forest.
"Black Clouded Leopard! It's Black Clouded Leopard!"
The warrior at the front shouted. The wind blew by Gretel's side. High-level warriors had already rushed up to meet them, attacking and rescuing people. The next moment, in the dense forest, there was a roar,
There were roars and shouts, branches and trunks were broken, and they collapsed with a roar.
Grete poured the water in the cup onto the ground, turned around and rushed towards the wounded. A few steps later, Appa rushed over with rapid footsteps. Bernard picked him up and flew onto the deer, the wind whistling in his ears, and then stopped.
When I came down, I was already standing on the edge of the elders.
In front of him, there were soldiers who had just come out of the dense forest. There were five of them in total, and all of them were injured.
The skin of the lightest one was rolled up, and there were four rows of claw marks on the body, which were almost bone-deep; the other leg had a piece of deerskin stuck in it, and the blood was dripping, staining the entire thigh; the other arm, chest, and back were covered with blood.
…
The heaviest one had half of his arm bitten off. He lay on top of the soldier who came out first and was already unconscious.
The healers collectively got busy. Those whose elders were present treated their own warriors; those who did not have their elders present, the elder Brock of the host tribe was busy with two apprentices. Cleaning the wounds, cleaning the wounds, chanting.
, the application of medicine.
The effect of the treatment was immediate. Soon, the rolled flesh of the one with the least injury had returned to its original shape, the claw marks disappeared, and the skin healed; the thigh of the one with injured leg was smooth; the wound of the one with blood all over his body had at least stopped.
Lived in blood.
The soldiers were lying on the ground with pale faces, their faces full of weakness, and their eyes were already glowing:
Their mission has been completed by luring out a high-level monster. If they go back this time, they will definitely get the best loot!
Only the warrior with a broken arm looked desperate. The elders of his tribe had treated him, and the bleeding had stopped at the broken area, and he had even been covered with a new layer of skin. His life was safe. However, the severed limb hung empty by his side.
, can no longer make a fist, can no longer swing the tomahawk, can no longer fight with it...
He is useless!
He is useless!
"Elder..."
He shouted tremblingly. In front of him, a middle-aged spellcaster wearing deerskin and antlers shook his head bitterly.
"I can't...Sev, I can't reattach the severed limb..."
The Antler Priest turned to look at the center of the elder group. In the entire Akula, he had only heard that Elder Brock had used the spell to restore severed limbs once. However, even Elder Brock had to use such a high-level spell.
Even once you have to pay a huge price!
Sevi is only an intermediate warrior, and the hunt has just begun. Elder Brock cannot possibly treat him!
"You can't... you can't..."
Sevi raised his head blankly, his face pale. He looked at the busy casters one by one from left to right, but no one responded to his expectations:
No one can save him!
No one can cure him!
After losing an arm, he could only fight with his left arm, and his value to the tribe was greatly reduced. Of course, the tribe would not abandon him and drive him into the wilderness, but besides survival, he could not gain more.
H……
There will no longer be enough high-quality food to maintain his physical strength and combat effectiveness. His strength will soon decline, and in a year or two at most, he can only do some cattle-watching and sheep-herding with low-level warriors.
, the low-end job of patrolling.
His wife will no longer be able to share the rich and soft animal skins and the beautiful shells tangled in her temples;
His son will be able to join the hunting team next year and will no longer get the steel knife he has been waiting for for a long time;
For his little daughter, he once promised to bring her a colorful headband when she came back from Akula...
The young man with a broken arm began to cry. The comrades who came back with him and the high-ranking soldiers who were guarding the elders all looked at him with regret, but no one came forward to persuade him.
What can you advise?
What can you do to help him?
Life in the wilderness is so difficult... No tribe can afford to feed an extra mouth!
Saiwei fell to the ground, howling and crying. As he cried, he grabbed the severed arm wrapped in his arms and smashed it on the ground:
"Bring it back for what! What for!"
In order to snatch the severed arm from the Black Clouded Leopard's mouth, the captain was caught with blood dripping from his body, and his body was covered with wounds...
The bloody broken arm fell down and was about to reach the ground, but suddenly stopped. Then, it hung in the air, floating up, up, up...
Saivi's hair stood on end. Even though he knew that there was a spell caster, the strange sight in front of him still made him shiver. Then, a young human walked over quickly and looked at the broken arm. For a moment, he raised his head to himself.
Raise your hand and ask softly:
"How long have you been injured?"
It's amazing that he actually understood what he said. But Sevi didn't want to be surprised by this and answered tremblingly:
"A...a meal or so?"
Fighting, fleeing, severe pain, he was really not sure how long it had been. It seemed like a year, and it seemed like only a blink of an eye. Would he be dissatisfied with this answer? Would he feel that it was too long and his arms could not be connected?
?
Sure enough, the human spellcaster opposite frowned with dissatisfaction. Saivi held his breath nervously:
Even if he comes from a distant border, he knows that a human healer has come to Akula this time. Bunker broke his belly due to a gambling fight, and it was the human who healed him. It is said that many elders cannot do it.
arrive……
Can he reattach his arm?
Is he willing to treat himself?
"I...can I still reattach my arm?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Gretel checked the severed limb in his hand and was surprised to find that the limb still retains a lot of activity. He squatted down, looked at the broken-arm warrior opposite, and answered seriously:
"Let me explain first that the wound on your broken arm has healed and your life has been saved. I can try to reconnect your broken arm, but if the effect is not good, it may affect your life safety. Even so, you are willing to let it go.
Do I try?”
"I do! Of course I do!" Sevi was so surprised that he was almost incoherent. He used his good arm to support the ground, got up on his knees, and grabbed Gretel's lapel:
"Sir! Please pick it up for me! Please..."
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Aparo is another name for Malorne, well...
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