Monet looked at her, bewildered, and could only offer words of comfort.

Don't worry, we won't let him die.

Mikel brought over a bowl of water made from a gourd cut in half, and Monet began to clean the blood off Mikel's body.

Guo Xiaoxiao took the basin of water, scooped half a ladle of cold water into her hands, and the icy touch sobered her up.

Just as Mikel was wondering what Guo Xiaoxiao was up to, Guo Xiaoxiao activated a healing spell. Her hand touched the water in the gourd, and a green light flickered. A magic circle appeared on the surface of the water, emitting a glow, and strange colors emanated from Guo Xiaoxiao's palm.

Monet's aged expression shifted from calm to astonishment as he watched her gesture something resembling a magic circle. He was stunned. A female? A great witch?

The magic circle lit up for a while and then went out; the light on the water disappeared, and in an instant, it turned into an ordinary water source.

Monet exclaimed

"You actually have magic? That's amazing!"

"Yes, I know a little bit."

Guo Xiaoxiao spoke awkwardly. She didn't explain further; she couldn't very well say that the built-in system allowed her to obtain it by completing tasks, could she? Time was of the essence, and she couldn't hide it.

Monet didn't delve into it. With a female like that in the tribe, how could they not rise to power? He stared at the clear water in the gourd.

"And then, Xiaoxiao?"

Guo Xiaoxiao picked up the gourd and said

"I used a healing spell on the water, let's see if it works and help him up."

As Guo Xiaoxiao spoke, she asked Monet and Mikel to help lift Mikel up and opened his mouth to feed him some water.

As expected, a few seconds later, the wounds on Mickelson's body began to heal, and his lost consciousness gradually returned.

The effect was excellent! Mickson awoke, still groggy, and made out the group. He looked down and saw his own bright red wounds, remembering how the Blacktooth tribe had robbed him of his food and females. Damn it! He couldn't let this grudge go unpunished. He strained, and hiss, the pain returned.

How is Mickelson?

"Um"

Mickelson was much better off standing up than before, though it was still difficult but bearable. He wasn't too concerned about his own injury; he was more worried about Guo Xiaoxiao's well-being.

"Xiaoxiao, are you scared?"

Seeing that Mickelson was much better, Guo Xiaoxiao straightened her chest and said

"I'm fine, don't move, rest for a while. I'll get some water for the injured orcs outside."

As he spoke, Mikel stood up, holding the gourd, and snatched it from him.

"I'll go, you stay with Mickelson."

Monet nodded

"Xiaoxiao, don't show yourself. If the orcs from the Black Tooth Tribe come back and see how beautiful you are, they'll definitely kidnap you."