Heroic Death System

In the groggy, you can feel the burning pain in your back. It seems that someone is smearing something on his wound. Mutu’s breath was around, and a big hand gently stroked his head.

The action of the medicinal medicine stopped, and an old voice was heard and said, "I have already helped him with the medicine, and then I will see him."

The person who can still recognize the speaker is the lion doctor, Joe Huo, but his words sound like a bit of a resignation. He is very aware of his injuries. Although it is serious, it is basically traumatic. As long as it is well-applied, pay attention to not to be infected. With the physical quality of the orcs, there is no problem in healing.

"Jooh, be sure to cure him!" Mutu said with a strong tone.

Qiao Huo coldly said: "The patriarch, I am just a little witch doctor, there is no power to counter the **** of fate."

Mutu did not speak, but he could still feel his anger.

The back is getting more and more painful, but I can't hold it anymore and fall into a coma again.

In the next few days, it was still waking up several times intermittently, but the time was shorter than once, and the injury was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed to have begun to fester.

It was only then that I realized that the wound medicine used by the witch doctor might have problems. He has seen him treat other orcs, although the medical skills are not high, but the preparation of trauma drugs is still quite experienced, no reason is more serious.

When I changed the medicine, I still wanted to stop it, but he was weak, his brain was faint, and he couldn't talk. He could only be allowed to be smeared on him by the witch doctor. There was severe pain in the wound on the back, and the flesh seemed to be scraped off by a layer, but I couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

"Yanu, is it painful?" Mutu's anxious voice rang in his ear.

Still trying to lift the eyes of sour, I can only see a vague face. The ear creaked, and Mutu’s voice at the witch doctor slammed his brain like a bell and drum, making his consciousness more blurred.

No, he has to find a way to tell Mutu that there is something wrong with the medicine. He has completed the main task, and how can he be willing to die in the calculations of others!

But for a long time, there was only one person left in the room. He cheered up and moved his fingers to the edge of the stone bed, groping for a sharp part, then rubbing his fingers back and forth at the sharp point, honing, resting for a while, then continuing until the wound broke and broke out. Blood.

This process took him more than half an hour.

Can still lift the fleshy fingers, trembled on the stone bed to draw the shape of a herb, a few simple, almost exhausted all his strength.

Just after painting, Mutu came out from the house.

Still pleasant surprise: Mutu, look down!

However, Mutu did not hear his cry, only saw his **** fingers, and then sat down on the stone bed, blurring the blood that had not dried up.

Still can't help but shed tears, and the results of more than half an hour are just like this. This is probably his last hope. If he does not change the medicine, he may not be able to survive tomorrow.

"The patriarch, we are going to leave." The cry of the orcs came from outside.

Mutu distressedly wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes, his brows were deep, his eyes filled with anxiety and temper.

Until the outside came again to urge the sound, Mutu let go of the re-healing hand, bowed his head and kissed his face, whispered a sentence: "Wait for me to come back." Then slowly stood up and took a heavy Step by step, go back one step at a time.

He didn't want to leave, but he had to leave. The food they store is burned in half by the hyena and must be replenished as soon as possible. Otherwise, this cold season does not know how many people will starve to death.

The bed is still acceptable, I feel that Mutu’s breath is gradually gone, and silent help in my heart: Mutu, don’t go, don’t go...

Mutu stepped forward and turned back to look forward to the good, and he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. He always felt that he would never see his fox again.

However, as the lion's responsibility, he finally walked out of the acceptable room, together with other soldiers, busy for the survival of the whole family.

Still unable to close his eyes, the last hope was completely shattered with Mutu’s departure...

Mutu took the tribal warriors and searched for traces of prey. But the cold season is coming, most of the animals have hid in their nests. For the whole morning, they only harvested a wild boar, three hares and a small amount of nuts.

"Hey? The patriarch, are you injured?" An orc suddenly asked when he was resting.

"What?" Mutu looked at him unclely.

The orc pointed at his pants and said, "There is blood on your pants."

Mutu pulled his pants and saw a trace of blood on the back of his right leg.

He didn't care, he said casually: "It may be where I accidentally got it. I am not hurt."

I was about to let go, and suddenly I felt a move and looked over. The shape of this blood stain is a bit strange and does not look like it is naturally formed.

Mutu thought for a moment, just cut the piece of cloth with a knife and took a closer look.

When other orcs saw it, they all showed a twilight: Do you want to cut off the whole piece of cloth because of a little blood stain...

The blood on Mutumo's cloth, although the lines are blurred, but the general shape can still be seen, it should be a leaf of a plant. He suddenly remembered the traces of the fox's **** fingers and the edge of the stone bed. At that time, he did not pay attention. Now think about it, it may not be ordinary blood, but the information that the fox deliberately left for him? It seems that the wound on the fox's finger is also broken by himself, just to draw this pattern.

Thinking of this, Mutu's face became very ugly. The fox can't talk, he can only communicate with him in this way, and even he does not hesitate to hurt himself, but he has no attention at all.

The fox was crying at the time, not because of the pain in the wound, but because of his negligence.

Mutu stood up and stood up, loudly: "I will go back to the tribe, you will continue to hunt!"

After saying this, he quickly rushed in the direction of the tribe, all the way, no stop.

"Hey, the patriarch who just ran over?" An orc looked at the back that had gone.

"It seems like, how did he come back in advance?"

"Maybe I found a large group of prey and came back to call people."

The orcs talked about repairing damaged houses.

Mutu rushed into the room, and quickly came to his bed and whispered: "Fox, I am back, what do you want to tell me?"

The blood on the side of the stone bed has been lumpy, and it is better to see the pattern on the fabric clear. But even so, Mutu can't understand the meaning.

The acceptable eyelashes fluttered a few times, but failed to open his eyes.

Mutu gently held his hand and asked again: "Yanu, what do you want to tell me?"

Still has no strength to respond, his life is rapidly losing.

Mutu felt the coldness of his body and raised a huge panic in his heart. He re-expanded the piece of cloth and carefully identified the pattern above.

First of all, you can be sure that this is a leaf, but why should he draw a leaf, what is the use of this leaf?

Mutu’s corner of the eye suddenly glimpsed the green juice that was smeared on his back, and the brain flashed a flash: Herb! The fox painted him a herb!

He remembered that when he was injured, the fox had personally healed him. At that time, he recovered very quickly. He thought that he was not hurt seriously. Now he wants to come. It is very likely that the fox has done a good job for him.

The kind of herb in the contrast memory is indeed very similar to the leaves on the cloth. The fox is trying to get him to change his medicine!

The witch doctor has been treated for so long, and the injury is not reduced. It is obvious that the wound medicine he used is very problematic, and he has not discovered the abnormality until now, which has delayed the treatment. Mutu finally understood what it meant, but he was already at stake.

He hated his stupidity and rushed out to the outside.

Instead of looking for the trouble of the witch doctor, he went looking for this herb.

Fox, you must not have something!

I still feel that my consciousness is floating and I don’t know where I am.

At this moment, a voice with a smile came from the ear: [Shou Mo, you are my double repair partner, don't be lazy, always lose to your brother how to do it? 】

[Winning or losing is not important, just be happy. 】

[Winning or losing is not important, but I don't want you to be hurt. If I find someone leaving a scar on you, I will scrape the person's skin. 】

[You are too ferocious, say good to correct the evils? 】

[I am very positive. Since I have known you, I have never hurt anyone, so you should not give me a chance to break the ring and let me continue to be a well-dressed gentleman. 】

[Ha ha ha, you are so embarrassed to say that you are a ‘right man and gentleman’, and that’s ‘dressed’, I think ‘dressing the beast’ is more appropriate, hahaha...】

[Don't laugh, you can remember, no injury! 】

【alright……】

The sound is gradually blurred, and the acceptable consciousness is gradually clear.

He slowly opened his eyes, first seeing the animal blanket next to his face, then a matted golden hair.

Mutu was leaning back against the bed, his head lowered, and he snorted cheerfully.

Didn't he die? It’s still an accident and a joy in my heart. It seems that Mutu finally recognized the herb and did not let him live to be killed by the witch doctor.

The back was cool and the burning pain was lost. It was still easy at this time. This kind of injury may be a torment for others, but for those who have long been accustomed to suffering from illness, as long as the pain is slightly slowed down, it is a great happiness.

Mutu felt the movement around him, slammed his eyes open, and saw that he could wake up and cried in surprise: "You wake up!"

Then I found that the sound seemed too big. I immediately pressed down the scorpion and whispered, "How do you feel? Is there any uncomfortable? I have prepared a bowl of fine sand for you. If you want to say something, draw it in the sandbox."

Still slightly shaking his head, he bent his eyes, revealing a smile like a new life, the eyes of the glittering brilliance.

Mutumo felt a glimpse of his heart, picked up a long hair, and put it on his lips, gently and piously fell a kiss.

[Additional Task 1 - Make sure that there is no hungry in this cold season. 】

The author has something to say: Small theater:

Mutu: Fox, why stare at my ass, do you feel particularly sexy?

Yes: It’s this ass, which erased my blood book and almost killed me.

Mutu: ... I got it wrong.

Yes: Light is not enough. From today, give me a thin buttock!

Mutu: (╥口╥) The ball is released...