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Yellen struggled hard among the wolves.

He is far inferior to other orcs in strength and can only strive to be good at skills.Several times, when he was surrounded by three or four wolves at the same time, he felt that he was overwhelmed and had no power to parry but could only dodge.

This is his first real fight.

Without warning, without preparation, he was dragged out of bed by Thorkel and thrown into the pack of wolves.

The mountains and plains are gray and black, and the mountains and plains are full of sharp teeth and cold lights.He wasn't afraid at all, and he didn't have time to be afraid.The road leading to the entrance of the cave is here. If it is not guarded, the children and females inside will not survive.

It is the responsibility of every orc to guard the peace of the tribe, and this is an obligation imprinted in their blood from the moment they awaken.

He's not afraid, he just feels like he's worried about someone, but the current situation doesn't give him time to figure out who that person is.

"Oops!" He could even feel the fierce wind blowing towards his back, but he had no chance to dodge at all. The sharp teeth of the giant wolf on the left were in front of him. one claw.

However, the severe pain he imagined did not come. In the mountain forest where the north wind howled, even the last wail could not be heard, and the rice wine was strangled in his throat.

Turning around and slapping the wolf away, Yellen turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the cave.There was a thin figure with arrows in both hands, his chest heaving violently.

This was an expected and unexpected battle.They knew early on that when the medicine-seeking team set off, the guards in the tribe would be reduced, so they should be more strictly defended.However, the night made them relax their vigilance. They did not welcome the companions who had returned from picking the medicine, but they welcomed the dark green pupils.

Primitive battles are not as heroic as imagined.All the howling and blood were covered by the thick night.The smell of blood melted into the snow and penetrated into the ground.Enemies come from all directions, and there is no way to avoid them, so we can only face them.Some had their abdomens torn apart and died on the spot, while others were seriously injured and sent to the infirmary under the desperate protection of their companions.

The fast-paced battle outside the cave is infinitely extended inside the cave.The females who have no fighting power can only wait anxiously, hoping for news that they are safe and sound.Simon's clothes had long been stained mottled by blood, soaked in rich black amidst the fiery red.

Cheng Yuan was urgently transferred to the infirmary, and the smell of blood filled his nasal cavity.He subconsciously identified every person who came, hoping to see that person soon, but also hoping that the person who came was not him.

"What are you thinking!" Simon whispered.

Cheng Yuan took a closer look, only to realize that most of his medicine had been spilled.

"Sorry!" He hurriedly applied the medicine, and the orc's painful panting made him flustered.

"Don't think about it, he'll be fine." Simon patted him on the shoulder.

He will be fine.

Open your mouth, close it, shake your head.A wolf that vainly tried to jump up the stone steps was thrown to the ground, and its fragile abdomen was stepped on, making it difficult to turn over immediately.

The priest's prayer seemed to be of no use to Sokel.The wolves seemed to be eyeing him, and besieged him desperately.He guarded the bottom fourth post, not daring to relax.

Perhaps he is one of the best warriors in the clan, but facing so many enemies, it is inevitable to fight with his back.

There were not many orcs left in the tribe, and he retired, and no one could replace him.The hair on his body was already soaked in blood, and was frozen into fine icicles in the cold wind.He knew that he was injured, that the gray wolf had sneaked up on his chest, his skin might be torn apart, and his bones might be visible.

"Sockel, go back quickly!" Leo approached him hard, trying to share some of the pressure for him.

Although he himself is also suffering from the enemy.

What answered him was a tiger's howl resounding through the mountains.

This night, the bloody water blurred into a rich black under the dim moonlight. The two tribes were fighting in their own way, perhaps some were skillful, some were heavy on strength, but the same thing must be the heart of the tribe.

The wolves came suddenly and retreated quickly.They didn't seem to be planning to fight to the death tonight, they killed neatly and retreated without hesitation.

The howling of wolves from afar heralded Mingjin's retreat.However, the orcs seemed to be red-eyed, and rushed to the nearest enemy, biting them to death and refusing to relax, strangling them until they suffocated.

"Can't chase!" Leo Desokel shouted these words.Thorkel's panting was urgent, but he didn't dare to take a big breath. It wasn't until this moment that the pain reoccupied his brain, reminding him of his scars.

Ning Luo came back with Ling Rou with a stiff face, the corner of her clothes was splashed with blood, which melted onto the black fabric, making it hard to see clearly.

"Prepare."

Ning Luo's instructions were brief, but before he could speak, Ling Rou had already walked towards the medicine box.The coldness of winter still remained in his mind, and the howling screams were blown into the wind, pulling them into a kind of pressure that made it impossible to breathe.

Some orcs didn't even have the energy to change back into human form. They walked back slowly, the road was dark red all the way, and even the low temperature of winter couldn't restrain the strong smell of blood.

Cheng Yuan stared at every orc who came in from the corner of the cave.He still can't tell the difference between a beastman in beast form.Every time someone came in, he had to think, "Is it him?"

His heart was beating more violently than ever before, and he felt a strong uneasiness, which enveloped all his thoughts like a dark cloud.

When that figure appeared, even though his face was covered by blood and filth, he still recognized him at a glance.

Cheng Yuan subconsciously ran to the man, but couldn't say a word.

However, the person who used to be patient with him didn't seem to want to say much today.The young man only looked down at him, and walked around him to arrange the wounded.

Cheng Yuan was stunned for two seconds, the blood all over his body seemed to rush to his brain, and his hands were numb.Behind him came Pani's voice calling him, and it took him a long time before he recovered his nerves to respond.

The water in the basin was stained red again and again, and was replaced again.Those who cry out are lucky, because there are still many people who can't even make a sound.

In the face of life and death, they can only save the most hopeful. Those orcs who are only breathing weakly can't even take the medicine, so they can only take some medicine and do their best to obey the destiny.

Everyone was inevitably hurt, including Yellen.From the right shoulder to the left side of the waist, three scratch marks cut through the flesh, and the flesh and blood burst out, which was particularly shocking on the white and clean back.

"Let's do it, it's okay." Yellen said with her back to Ling Rou.

Ling Rou knew that this injury would not be fatal to the orc, but his hands were still trembling nervously.

"Endure the pain." He said so, but the injured movement was as light as snow.

All the wounded were settled, and it was already the next morning.The orcs who still had the ability returned to the foot of the mountain, and silently carried back the dead bodies of their companions.They don't have a cemetery, so they can only be buried under a big tree in the back mountain nearby, without even the simplest ceremony.Those who did not look forward to returning to their loved ones cried and called, but they couldn't wake up a person who slept forever.They didn't even have time to say goodbye, because no one knew when the wolf clan's next sudden attack would be.

"Sockel, why do you look so bad?"

The patriarch looked at him with concern, shook his head, "Go and rest, there is nothing to do with you here."

Sokel still wanted to hold on, but he himself felt that his brain was a little bit overwhelmed, his feet seemed to be stepping on the cotton and couldn't find a point of support, and his mind was so dizzy that he couldn't even hear the sound clearly.He nodded reluctantly and walked in the direction of the room.

"Sockel." Standing three steps away from him, Cheng Yuan called him, his voice trembling with some tentativeness.

Thorkel frowned tightly.His female must have been terrified, but it was his fault for not comforting him.He wanted to reach out and touch the female's face, pull her into her arms, and pat her on the back.He remembered that when he was very young, one day, the thunder outside was so loud that the lightning was so bright that it could illuminate the whole sky like daytime.Just that one time, his parents held him in their arms and told him not to be afraid.

later……

Thorkel tried his best to squeeze the memory of that rainy night out of his mind, but he seemed to have returned to that night again. His body was so cold that he called his parents heartbreakingly, but that person only looked at him. He glanced at him, then locked the door behind him, and left without looking back...

……

"Sockel?" Cheng Yuan thought he was impatient, so he calmed down and continued to persuade, "Only you didn't check. Although the healing power of orcs is good, they can't heal everything by themselves. Go and see one time……"

The female's words could not be heard clearly, and Sokel felt that his condition was not very good, but he didn't want his female—the only person in the world who would worry about him—to be worried about himself, that is An orc's duty.He wants to go back to the room, wait for himself to get better, or find other companions...

Thinking like this, he took a step towards the room, but his feet were floating.

At the last second when his consciousness dissipated, he heard his female screaming his name in horror, but he couldn't see the female's face clearly...

"Why is no one looking at him with such a serious injury!"

Ning Luo was so angry that his hands were trembling, his eyes were red and he roared, spreading his anger to everyone around him indiscriminately.

But no one expressed any dissatisfaction with this.

The wound was horrifying. It was cut obliquely from the left chest to the right side of the ribs, and all the flesh and skin were turned out at the place where the stomach was cut across, as if the internal organs could be seen through a thin layer of flesh.The wound was strewn with medicinal herbs in a mess, but the soil particles were still embedded in the bright red flesh, which was a mess.

Ning Luo took a few deep breaths, lowered his voice, and said in a trembling voice, "Everyone get out, he needs to be stitched up."

Only Ling Rou was left as an assistant in the room, Cheng Yuan stubbornly refused to leave, and was reprimanded by Ning Luo.

"Ling Rou hasn't seen suture surgery either. But I have." Cheng Yuan's voice was surprisingly steady, but that smoothness was like a layer of window paper in a storm, which can be broken with one breath.

Based on the memory of the TV series and movies he watched, he methodically prepared hot water and towels, and fetched two bottles of extremely high-alcohol wine. Finally, he ran to the patriarch and begged for the brightest luminous pearl in the whole clan.

Ling Rou brought needles and threads—these are the thinnest needles and threads in the tribe, but they are rarely used in healing.In Ning Luo's words, even one injection can kill a person.

"No need for this."

Ning Luo glanced at it, then suddenly turned back to the inner room.He found a small package from under the pillow, and Cheng Yuan concluded with just one glance that it must not be a modern thing.

It's not even... something that ordinary people in modern times can have.

Ning Luo tore off the magic clasp, and opened the rolled bag. Inside were all kinds of knives that Cheng Yuan knew and didn’t know, all of them were small and no longer than human hands, but each had a silver light. , apparently well preserved by its owner.

Ning Luo took out a plastic-sealed bag from a small pocket, and the blue writing on it entered Cheng Yuan's sight.

"use this."

Ning Luo guided the needle and thread, and Lingrou followed his instructions to wash around the wound, as well as the sand embedded in the flesh.

"Lead wire." Ning Luo said hoarsely.

Cheng Yuan glanced at his hand, the thread was still not connected.

Ling Rou led the thread to him, and Cheng Yuan held the Ye Mingzhu to gather all the light in this small area.

Ning Luo raised his hand to drop the needle, but that hand trembled violently as if he didn't listen to his control. He even took several deep breaths, but without success.

He slumped on the chair all of a sudden, resting his forehead on one hand, and said almost giving up, "Call Simon in."

Simeng followed Ning Luo's instructions step by step. His hands were very steady, which made Ning Luo's voice tremble even more.

Cheng Yuan held the orc's hand tightly, and he didn't even have the energy to explore why Ning Luo was so abnormal.All his body and mind are on this young man whose life or death is uncertain.

No one knows whether the operation will be successful, and everything can only be concluded when Sokel wakes up.

Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand and brushed Sokel's brow.

He suddenly felt that his entanglement before seemed ridiculous.

What he cares about is not important in this world.

"Please survive." Cheng Yuan prayed like this. "As long as you survive, I will find a female for you and leave your children."

The author has something to say: Uh... everyone thinks this is better than two... okay

By the way, although I don't think it is necessary, I still want to emphasize that all the things about medicine are all made by the author.But there are indeed needles and threads in police and military equipment, and this is no problem.