Chapter 448： injury

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The flames in the firepit danced flickeringly, as if reflecting the mood of the owner of the house at the moment.

The chief of the Blood Bull Tribe looked at the flames with a livid face.

He was so angry and sad inside right now, and so overwhelmingly worried.

A straw curtain separates a small area from the innermost part of the chief's house.

There were some animal-like sounds constantly coming out of it, including the howling of ice wolves, the roaring of black-spotted tigers, and the chirping of birds.

If people who don't know the truth are here, they must think that Chief Asoye has raised many animals in the house.

However, this is not the case. It is the ancient profession among the orcs who make the calls - shaman. They imitate the sounds of various animals to communicate with the spirit of the wilderness - the oldest **** believed by the orcs - on a spiritual level. , in order to ask for the grace to give them the power to transcend the mundane, they themselves said so.

On the other side of the grass curtain, the shamans imitated the sounds of animals while dancing strange dances.

Asoye really wanted to go in and ask what was going on with his son, but he still didn't dare to take any action. He was afraid that his recklessness would offend the gods, and the shamans had repeatedly warned him before starting the ceremony.

Just two days ago, his son Gunther was carried back to the Blood Bull Tribe.

They were panting and panicking, as if they had just lost a battle—and learned later that they had.

Asoye almost fainted the moment he saw his son.

Gunther's arm was tightly bandaged, but judging from the large amount of blood and his pale face, Asoye knew that his son was seriously injured.

At that time, Gunther was barely able to stand up by himself. Apart from him, several other fighters also suffered similar injuries.

Under his stern gaze, the son and his men trembled as they related the cause and effect, and pointed out that their wounds had been caused by a wicked wand.

The chief of the Blood Bull tribe was filled with anger. If his son hadn't been seriously injured, he would have picked up a big stick and taught the **** a long time ago.

Now he doesn't know how to be angry.

As he contemplated how to punish Gunther and his men, something bad happened and their injuries started to worsen.

The first manifestation of the deterioration of the injury was that the affected area began to swell and pus, and later it turned out that the body became hot, and the forehead became hotter and hotter.

The orcs have a good physique, and they don't easily catch colds and fevers, but now they...

That night, there were two strong warriors who were summoned by the spirit of the wilderness and went away.

Worst of all, among those with fever was his son, Gunther.

…

The sound of the door of the longhouse being opened reached his ears, interrupting Chief Asoye's thoughts.

It was his loyal bodyguard Yelye.

Asoye didn't even raise his head, and asked feebly, "How are the others?"

Yerye shook his head: "Master Chief, two of them survived temporarily, and their fevers began to gradually subside. The others... are still not optimistic. Take a look at this."

He reached into the pocket of his clothes, took out something, and stretched out his palms in front of Asoye.

The chief of the Blood Bull Tribe carefully stared at Yelye's palm, and he found that it was some metal lumps.

"What the **** are these things?"

Asoye picked up one of them and put it in front of his eyes.

Yelye said: "It was taken from the bodies of those wounded soldiers."

That's the thing that brought his son and warrior to the brink of life and death?

Yelye said: "I have identified them, and they are all made of lead. According to the description of the person who came back, I guess that kind of wand should be a weapon similar to a slingshot, and these things..." He turned upside down The palm, "is the projectile fired from the slingshot."

"My lord chief, they are very terrifying projectiles. Although it looks like a hole has been punched in the skin from the outside, the damage they cause in the body is extremely cruel."

"I see!"

Asoye looked at his guards, "Help me take care of those soldiers, please."

"Yes, Lord Chief!"

Yerye left the longhouse after bowing and saluting.

Asoye continued to sit by the firepit, staring blankly at the flames.

"Master Chief!"

The voice he had been waiting for for a long time finally came.

The three shamans raised the straw curtain and came to Asoye's side.

"Lord Gunther's illness has been suppressed for the time being, and the heat in his body no longer increases. But..."

A "but" pulled Asoye back from the brink of ecstasy.

"But what?"

"After all, this is only temporary. If you want Lord Gunther to recover completely, you have to...you have to..."

Asoye frowned: "Don't hesitate in front of me."

"He had to have his bad arm completely amputated."

Asoye was furious, "What? Then my son will become a cripple, do you know what that means?"

The leading shaman boldly said: "There is no other way. Although he lost an arm, Lord Gunther can save his life. If he is reluctant to part with this arm, he is afraid..."

Asoye nodded painfully.

"Well, since you have made this judgment

^0^Certainly, then do as you suggest. "

The shaman saluted him and stepped back to get ready.

Asoye came to his son, at this time Gunther was already delirious and kept talking nonsense.

He looked at the wound on Gunther's left arm, and a large **** hole appeared there. The area around the wound was wiped clean and appeared swollen.

There's...a lead pellet in there too?

He remembered what Yelye had shown him.

The three shamans soon returned with tools, the most conspicuous and terrifying of which was…

Saw!

"Lord Chief, please allow me to tie up Lord Gunther. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it after the surgery begins..."

Asoye made a gesture of listening and respecting, and then went out without saying a wordThe shamans **** Gunther and stuffed Gunther in his mouth A special wooden stick.

This is to prevent him from biting his tongue and killing himself.

Gunther, who was in a daze, seemed to feel something, opened his cloudy eyes, and saw all the tools in the shaman's hand.

"Woo! No... woo!"

He writhed in great pain, and his intuition told him what fate he was about to face. He wanted to spit the stick out of his mouth, but he couldn't.

"Hold him! Hold him!"

The shaman with the saw hurriedly instructed his companions, and Gunther was soon unable to move.

Asoye stood outside the longhouse, silently looking up at the starry sky.

Soon, there was a long mournful murmur from inside the house...

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