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Chapter 444 The hunt begins, the rest of the leopard's mouth!

Wangshan ran the dead horse.

Fortunately, however, the deer cannot run away.

It took another half a day from where Gretel was, to the Black Crow Forest, and then through the Black Crow Forest to enter the hunting area.Fortunately, Silvermoon Deer has a broad back, so Gretel can sit wherever he wants, turn left, right, forward, toss back and forth.

Adjust your posture when you are tired from sitting, and then continue reading on the back of the deer...

During the big hunting in Akula, more than one or two thousand people were used.Except for the necessary personnel staying in the camp, all fighters and spellcasters were dispatched.Throughout the winter, fresh animal meat, furs that are exchanged, animal tendons and bones used to make tools and medicinal materials, just look at this wave!

The fighters scattered in all directions.With a radius of thousands of miles, the tribes who came to participate in Akula were large and small, the number was nearly a hundred, and the warriors gathered were more than two or three thousand.They used the tribe as a unit, and formed a large circle from a distance according to the pre-divided areas.Work together to drive the beast to the center.

Gretel sat on the back of the silver moon deer, and after concentrating for a while, he heard whimpering in the distance, one after another.The voice is a bit familiar, um, as if I heard it somewhere...

"They're blowing bark whistles to lure deer." Behind him, Bernard pointed to the distance and explained to him:
"There is a kind of tree in the Black Crow Forest. The bark is peeled off and rolled into a whistle, which can make the sound of a doe's cry. A hunter who plays well can use the whistle to attract the buck, and other wild animals will follow. Of course, if there is The powerful demonic beast is about to be attacked by high-level fighters..."

He pointed to the vicinity.Gretel followed his directions and saw a group of barbarian warriors surrounded by the elders not far away.All of them are tall and burly, tall and straight, just standing there, a powerful aura rushes towards them.

Looking at their weapons, a small number of them carried bone clubs and hammers, but most of them held steel axes and steel rods.Each piece is cold and cold, looking at the color of the steel, the patterns reflecting the sun on the blade surface are obviously made by dwarves.

Considering the barrenness of the Great Wasteland, it is obvious that the weapons made by the dwarves can be used, and the fighters of these people are all outstanding.

"How long will it take for the war to start?" Gretel sat up straight, stretching his neck and looking into the distance.Well, the big siege is very interesting, but the bait and siege before the hunt is not good at all-no movement!
From his position, he could only hear Yoyo's deer whistle and see the swaying of the bushes in the distance.Occasionally, someone lifts a big messy cloth with a long stick and shakes it twice, but I don't know what it means...

Do you want to add eagle eye to yourself?Or wait until the big siege starts?
Just boring.Gretel patted the back of the deer under him:

"Apa, let's go get some water!"

Silvermoon Deer snorted and carried him and Bernard to the creek not far away.Bernard originally named this new mount "Aparo" after borrowing the name of an ancient mythical beast. Gretel thought it was too long, so he cut off a part of it and called it Apa directly.

The Silvermoon Deer didn't care, as soon as Gretel yelled, it wagged its tail and knelt down on all fours to let Gretel climb up.Bernard had nothing to do with his boss, but Cerilla laughed uncontrollably:
"Apa is a good name. When you ride it alone, if no one cares, it's easy to become ah-pop!"

"Cerilla!!!"

No matter how much he laughed, Appa himself accepted the new name.When Gretel gave the order, it wobbled, walked to the edge of the stream, and bowed its head to drink water.Bernard jumped off first, and Gretel cast a Feather Fall technique on himself, and landed floatingly.

Fetching water, setting up a stove, boiling, and throwing freezing rays are all done in one go.Filling the skin, Gretel poured himself a cup, narrowed his eyes and drank slowly.Halfway through the drink, there was a loud noise in the bushes on the other side, and a group of blood-stained soldiers rushed out of the dense forest.

"Black Cloud Leopard! It's Black Cloud Leopard!"

He yelled at the soldiers at the front.Around Gretel, the wind was blowing, and high-ranking soldiers had already rushed up to meet them, facing them, and saving lives.The next moment, in the dense forest, roars, roars, and shouts rang together, and broken branches and trunks collapsed with a bang.

Gretel splashed the water in the cup on the ground, turned his head and rushed towards the wounded.After a few steps, Appa rushed over with a rush of hoofbeats. Bernard picked him up and flew onto the deer, with the whistling wind in his ears. When he stopped again, he was already standing on the edge of the elders' group.

In front of them were the soldiers who had just come out of the dense forest. There were five soldiers in total, all of whom were wounded.

The skin and flesh of the lightest one was rolled, and there were four claw marks on its body, almost to the bone; the other leg was tied with a piece of deerskin, and the blood was dripping, staining the entire thigh; the other arm, chest, and back were full of blood. ...

As for the heaviest one, half of his arm was bitten off, and he fell on the soldier who came out first, and he was already unconscious.

The healers got busy collectively.Those who have their own elders are there to treat their own fighters; those who are not present, the elder Brock of the host tribe and two apprentices are busy.Cleansing wounds cleansing wounds, chanting chants, dressings dressings.

The effect of the treatment is immediate.Soon, the rolled flesh of the one with the lightest injury has returned to its original shape, the claw marks disappeared, and the skin has healed; the one with the injured leg has a smooth thigh; the one with blood all over, at least the wound has stopped bleeding.

The soldiers were lying on the ground pale, their faces were weak, and their eyes were already glowing:
Leading out a high-level monster, their mission has been completed, and this time they go back, they will definitely get the best spoils!
Only the soldier with the broken arm looked desperate.The elders of his own tribe had already treated him, the bleeding was stopped at the wound, and a new layer of skin was even wrapped, so his life was safe.Yet the severed limb hangs empty by his side, no more fists can be clenched, no battle-axe can be swung, no battle ax can be used again...

He is useless!
He is useless!

"Elder..."

he shouted tremblingly.In front of him, the middle-aged spellcaster in deerskin and antlers shook his head bitterly.

"I can't... Sai Wei, reconnect the broken limb, I can't do it..."

The antler priest turned his head to look at the center of the elders.In the whole of Akula, he only heard that Elder Brock cast the spell of renewing a severed limb once.However, such a high-level spell, even Elder Brock, would have to pay a huge price to use it once!

Sai Wei is just a mid-level fighter, and the hunt has just begun, so it is impossible for Elder Brock to cure him!

"You can't...you can't..."

Sai Wei raised his head blankly, his face pale.From left to right, he looked at the busy casters one by one, but no one responded to his expectations:
No one can save him!

No one can cure him!
Losing an arm, he can only fight with his left arm, greatly reducing his value to the tribe.Of course, the tribe will not abandon him and drive him into the wilderness because of this, but besides surviving, it is impossible for him to get more resources...

There will no longer be enough high-quality food to maintain his physical strength and combat effectiveness.His strength will soon decline, and for a year or two at most, he can only do some low-end work with low-level fighters, such as watching cattle, herding sheep, and patrolling.

His wife can no longer share the rich and soft hides, and the beautiful shells wrapped around her hair;
His son will be able to join the hunting team next year, and he will never get the steel knife he has been looking forward to for a long time;

His youngest daughter, whom he had promised to bring back from Acura, would bring her a colorful headband...

The young man with the broken arm began to cry.All around, the comrades who came back with him, and the high-ranking soldiers guarding the elder all cast regretful eyes, but no one stepped forward to persuade him.

——What can you advise?

What can I do to help him?

Life on the Great Wasteland is so difficult... No tribe can afford to have extra mouths!
Sai Wei fell to the ground, howling and crying bitterly.Crying and crying, he grabbed the severed arm wrapped in his arms and smashed it hard on the ground:
"What are you doing bringing it back! What are you doing!"

In order to snatch the severed arm from Heiyunbao's mouth, the captain was caught bloody, with wounds all over his body...

The bloody severed arm fell down and was about to touch the ground, but it stopped suddenly.Then, it hangs in the air, floats, floats, floats...

Sai Wei's hair stood on end.Even knowing that there was a spell caster, the strange scene in front of him still made him shiver.Immediately, a young human walked over quickly, looking at the broken arm.For a moment, he raised his hand to himself and asked softly:
"How long have you been injured?"

It was amazing that I could understand what he said.Sai Wei was not in the mood to be surprised by this, and replied tremblingly:

"A...a meal or so?"

Fighting, fleeing, and excruciating pain, he was really not sure how long it had passed—it seemed like a year, and it seemed like only a blink of an eye.Will he be dissatisfied with this answer?Do you feel that the time is too long and your arms can't connect?

Sure enough, the human caster on the opposite side frowned in dissatisfaction.Sai Wei held his breath nervously:
Even if he came from a faraway border, he knew that Akula had a human healer this time.Bunker broke his stomach from gambling with others, and it was cured by that human being. It is said that many elders can't do it...

Can he connect his arm?
Will he heal himself?

"I... my arm, can it still be connected?"

"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 straight at the broken-arm warrior opposite him, and answered earnestly:

"Let me explain first that the wound on your broken arm has healed, and your life has been saved. I can try to connect the broken arm for you, but if the effect is not good, it may affect your life—even so, you can Will you let me try?"

"I am willing! Of course I am willing!" Sai Wei was so surprised that he was almost incoherent.He propped himself up on the ground with his good arms, got up on his knees, and grabbed Gretel's skirt:
"My lord! Please pick it up for me! Please..."

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Aparo is another name for Malorne, well...

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