Chapter 299

"You know the Tauren with three gold rings on his arms. Well, they are not brothers, but you should know that they are of the same race. Then they served here for a long time without suitable women, so they joined together. Hehe! It's sad and helpless. Their feelings are very good, but they don't know after their death, Will it continue to be better? "The old doctor sighed, then pulled out three golden rings from his arms and threw them to kukas." it may be helpful for you to put them on your arm. Those three should also be put on. "

"Really?" the old doctor's explanation made kukas unacceptable for a time, but the fact is the fact. Even if he escapes again, it won't change anything. "What's the use of this thing?"

"It can slowly restore your physical strength, fighting spirit and magic power. Well, there may be other effects, but I haven't studied it deeply, so I don't know. If you have the opportunity, you can ask those tauren, they may know." the old doctor continued to treat the wounds of other professionals as he said. "These rings are very strong, with the belief of Tauren people on them. Don't want to split them without powerful magic props."

Without much hesitation, kukas took six gold and silver rings to his arm. These gold and silver rings were just the right size on his arm. After waiting for them, a faint heat flow was emitted from the ring, and then penetrated into his body, recovering all his consumption very slowly.

The wounded were almost done. Some professionals began to pour heavy fire oil on the bodies, and then stacked enough firewood beside them to light them. The remaining priests looked solemn and began to make rituals for the dead.

No matter which God the dead believed in, they were finally stacked together and swallowed up by the raging fire after three different rituals. Soon their bodies turned into fly ash and were dispersed by the cold wind. They were scattered in the strange Arctic ice sheet and could not return to their homeland forever.

"Everybody, we should leave here and have a rest in another camp, but now it's hard to resist the next revenge with us." among the remaining professionals, the highest status is an alchemist. He looked at kukas with a sad face, and they put forward such a proposal.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we can leave here. We haven't been ordered, so we can't leave here." an elf turned to look at his people and said in a deep voice, "even if it's death, we'll die here, because this is where we're stationed. If you want to leave, I wonder if you can help us repair our weapons?"

"We won't leave either. The order we get is to guard the camp. As long as all of us are not dead, we will never leave here until reinforcements come or get new orders." another group of people muttered in a low voice.

"Well, isn't anyone going to leave here?" the alchemist didn't feel any embarrassment. He stood in the middle of everyone, looked at kukas seriously, and they asked loudly.

"Yes, I believe absolutely no one wants to leave here." the masked fifth order divine Archer suddenly stood up and shouted. His fur coat was damaged and stained with a lot of blood. I don't know whether it was his or the enemy's.

"Then start repairing the camp and wait for the Revenge of the SMETE!" the alchemist took a deep breath and shouted, "I won't leave here until I get a new order. I know there are some mercenaries here. Now the mercenaries tell me, do you decide to leave here or stay here?"

"Stay here, our silver mercenary regiment will not leave here." a handsome young man shouted, "our task is to kill here. Since we can kill in other places, why can't we kill here?"

Then several other mercenary regiments came out to answer, saying that they would not leave here. This series of changes made kukas not know how to make a choice for a time. Under normal circumstances, he must leave here now, because the guards in the camp are less than one third of the normal situation, and most people are exhausted. If the smetes attack again, few of them will survive.

But he knew that if he left now, it would be equally unsafe to go elsewhere. Death was always with them on the polar ice sheet. Just now he opened the task scroll and looked carefully. He found that the number of red dots on the scroll was one fifth less than that before the battle. Almost all the remaining red dots were gathered together, and almost no red dots acting alone appeared on the task scroll.

"OK! I'll stay too." kukas shrugged his shoulders and made the final decision: "but before that, what I want to ask is, is there any liquor in the camp? Those fruit wine and red wine taste really tasteless."

"Of course, there are a lot of spirits stored in each camp. These spirits are a reward for the survivors." the alchemist laughed. He motioned two soldiers to enter the house in the central area of the camp, where a jar of specially sealed liquor was buried. The storage technology of these spirits is very good. In the fierce battle just now, only a small part was broken due to the earth vibration, and the rest were preserved.

The mellow smell of liquor floated in the air. More than 100 professionals drank liquor madly. Even some casters gave up red wine and drank some liquor to relax. There is still a strong smell of blood in the air, which is mixed with the smell of spirits. It smells quite strange.

The fifth order God Archer didn't drink. He leaned quietly on a log and stirred his bow string. The bow string trembled, and melodious tones rang from the bow string. Prompted by the music, kukas drank two jars of spirits before he stopped.

Perhaps because of the liquor, or for other reasons, he only felt hot all over. He took off his clothes and left only a pair of shorts made of Yalong skin.

The alchemist made some tools for digging earth and stone. He picked one and began to dig in the camp. Under his brute force, the frozen soil was shoveled down by him like soft bread, then piled together, mixed with snow and powder specially prepared by the alchemist, and formed a low fence.