Primal Orc 27 Young Wolf King
Late at night, Langfeng had arrived at the tribe's entrance, which he was all too familiar with.
Every blade of grass here and every smell in the wind are so familiar.
Ever since he left the tribe, he never thought about returning.
When he really came back, he didn't hesitate at all and asked, "Is this the cave where Lang Hun lived before me?"
"No, the chieftain lives in a new cave he dug next to yours."
That meant they were very close. Lang Feng turned to Xier and Xie Yunsui on his back and said, "Follow me."
Many people from the Black Wolf Tribe were injured, and they went to the Golden Tiger Tribe to seek help from the priests, but could not find anyone. The priests of the Golden Tiger Tribe seemed to be facing the problem of replacing the old with the new, and had no time to worry about anything else.
The tribesmen could only follow their existing experience and collect the grass leaves they knew, chew them and apply them to the wounds of their orcs.
However, it was of no use. The injured orcs had fever and their wounds were smelling bad. They had no strength to stand up and were not far from death.
Several wolf beastmen who were originally scheduled to exchange salt fell ill. The tribe still had to eat and cut wood to exchange for salt, which delayed the date of exchanging salt.
Seeing that the salt in the tribe was gone, several young wolf-orcs ignored the obstruction of the subhumans and formed a small salt-exchanging team to exchange salt first in order to give their tribesmen enough strength to work.
When they arrived at the Red Fox Tribe, the tribe leader Hu Yue opened their mouths with a few words and told them the current crisis and problems in the tribe.
Isn't this a coincidence? The healing Cloud Priest had just left not long ago. They were carrying the injured Fox Orcs. The main group was not moving fast, so there was still time to catch up.
priest!
It can be treated!
Before Hu Yue could finish his words, the two wolf beastmen didn't even bother to exchange salt and ran out to the Red Mountain Forest.
They followed the scattered human scent all the way to the outer circle of the forest, but were blocked by the darkness. Fortunately, Langfeng heard their calls, otherwise they would have to run in the other direction.
After listening to the wolf orcs' crying, Xie Yunsui decided to go to the Black Wolf Tribe as soon as possible.
But Yuelai and the Red Fox tribe's subhumans could not withstand the rapid march, so they left most of the wolf beastmen behind.
The only ones who came to the Black Wolf Tribe tonight were the former leader Lang Feng, Xie Yunsui and Xier.
Langfeng quickly ran towards Langhui's cave and saw the skinny current chief lying in the cold cave with only a small fire burning beside him to keep him warm.
This young wolf leader lost his father and mother early, and he has never found a partner or had any children.
He was lying here alone, with many wounds on his body, especially the claw marks on his chest, which were still bleeding. Even the grass leaves that covered them could not block the foul smell.
Lang Feng wanted to pat him, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only rub his relatively clean head.
Lang Hun sensed the movement and struggled to open his eyelids. Instead of the tribesman who changed his medicine, he saw the former tribesman he had defeated. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening. He felt aggrieved and regretful, and his eyes soon filled with tears. He sobbed in his throat and couldn't speak.
He reached out and grabbed Lang Feng's hand, seeming to be a little happy again.
It’s good that he’s back. Now that he’s back, he can leave with peace of mind.
Xie Yunsui spent some time examining Lang Hun, confirming that he had some signs of life, and immediately dismissed Lang Feng: "Rang Rang, he's dying. We can talk after he's cured. Now go find red vine grass and silver thread leaves..."
He named several kinds of grass leaves in one breath, regardless of whether the Black Wolf Tribe had them in stock. If not, he would go to the grass and look for them by the campfire.
After everyone left the cave and he and Lang Hun were the only ones left, Xie Yunsui took out a ginseng out of thin air.
Lang Hun's vision was a little blurry, but he still recognized that the person in front of him was not a member of his tribe. He became alert for a moment and tried to support his body to transform into a wolf, but he did not have enough energy to succeed.
He wanted to call for help and call Langfeng back, but his mouth was blocked as soon as he opened it.
What?!
Lang Hun hadn't eaten for a long time and chewed subconsciously.
After chewing it twice, I felt something was wrong and was about to spit it out when I heard the person in front of me say, "I am a priest."
Lang Hun started chewing again. It’s the priest. That’s no problem. The priest must be here to save me.
However, the priests of the Golden Tiger Tribe don't seem to be that young...
Xie Yunsui was also a little speechless. This wolf leader was a little wary, but not much. He believed everything he said. What if he was lying to him?
A root of ginseng that is full of energy has the effect of bringing back the dead. Xie Yunsui saw that he had chewed even the ginseng roots, then turned around to look for other injured people.
The Black Wolf Tribe knew that a priest was coming, and they came out of the cave one by one and lit torches.
Before they had time to exchange a few words to reconnect, they were sent out to look for grass leaves.
Half of the people were rolling around on the grass with torches in their hands, while the other half started to boil the hot water that Xie Yunsui needed. Even the children were doing some work of passing items in the middle.
They came to rescue their people, and no one complained about being called up to work late at night.
All the injured orcs were moved to the hot water, and Xie Yunsui took a few demi-humans to wipe off the grass and leaf paste on their bodies.
"Isn't this grass paste being used correctly?" asked a Yaman.
Xie Yunsui paused and said, "Red vine grass has a hemostatic effect. It's correct to mash it and apply it to a bleeding wound. However, if the wound can't be stopped immediately, it will continue to bleed. The blood will contaminate the grass paste, so the paste needs to be replaced with clean grass leaves frequently for it to be effective."
It was unclear whether the grass paste on these orcs was one or two days old. The crushed grass leaves would have rotted in two days.
The weather is so hot now, and rotten grass leaves can breed bacteria, which can contaminate even healthy wounds.
The Asians seemed to understand but not quite.
They had never heard such a detailed explanation. They just heard the treatment method from the elders in the tribe, and it was passed down orally.
The elders in the tribe had the good fortune to be treated in this way by the priests before. They did not understand why the treatment was done, but they just remembered to mash the leaves and apply them to the wound.
As for why some people get better after applying grass leaves, while others still die, we can only blame the dead people for having bad luck and not being protected by the beast god.
After cleaning off the dirt on their bodies, Xie Yunsui took the opportunity to check the injuries of everyone.
The battle with the orcs from the Big Bear Tribe happened a few days ago. My minor injuries have almost healed after recuperating for a while.
The remaining ones who were still lying there were all patients with moderate to severe conditions. They were all in a coma and did not wake up even after their wounds were repeatedly wiped with animal skins.
Fortunately, except for Lang Hun who was the most seriously injured, the others did not need to use ginseng to prolong their lives.
Langfeng and his men collected the corresponding grass leaves and sent a wave back first.
Red vine grass was applied to the wound, and other grass leaves were put into a pot and boiled into herbal juice, which was then given to the injured orcs to drink bowl by bowl.
The night passed in such a busy manner.
In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight illuminated the earth, four or five orcs woke up one after another.
Their partners and relatives surrounded them immediately.
After so long, they had long lost hope. Seeing that the orc's injuries had improved, they recounted their situation over the past few days with red eyes.
Xie Yunsui waved his hands, hugged Xier who was accompanying him, and went to find a cave with Langfeng to rest first.
Langfeng took them back to his old cave, packed them up briefly, and slept beside them.
After being in the valley for so long, I developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. Now that I've been busy all night, I'm really sleepy.
The Black Wolf Tribe finally came to their senses from their joy and discovered three figures huddled together.
Everyone slowly retreated from Langfeng's cave, and only started talking in low voices after they had walked a long way away.
"Wolf Wind is back. He should have been healed by the priest as well."
"The patriarch is still as majestic as ever, and he seems to be even bigger than before."
"Will he come back to continue being the clan leader? Lang Hun was badly injured by the giant bear orcs this time. He probably can't be the clan leader anymore."
"This priest doesn't seem to be from the Golden Tiger Tribe. Where did he come from?"
"Ah? Are there other priests in the Western Continent?"
"Anyway, it's definitely not the priests of the Big Bear Tribe. They don't want the best for our tribe."
"In our tribe, no orcs can defeat the orcs of the Big Bear Tribe. If Chief Wolfwind is unwilling to stay, we might be wiped out by the Big Bear Tribe soon."
Everyone's expression was gloomy again.
They decided that when Lang Feng woke up, they must let Lang Feng stay and continue to be their clan leader.
Although Langfeng failed to lead the tribe to become stronger when he was the chief, the tribe members survived well every year and no one was abandoned.
Ever since Lang Hun became the tribe leader, there's been a shortage of food during the snowy season. They were badly beaten by the Big Bear Tribe, and they haven't been able to stockpile more food during this year's thaw season. They don't know how they'll survive the upcoming thunderstorm season...
These orcs and subhumans did not understand that the source of everything was that the Big Bear Tribe had occupied more wild beast resources, which led to their food shortage, inability to replenish enough energy, inability to train themselves, and inability to defeat the Big Bear orcs, which led to their even more difficult situation later.
They only knew that when Lang Hun was the chief, their lives were not as good as before.
When Lang Feng woke up, he was welcomed with unprecedented warmth, including by the priest he brought back and the priest's partner.
He was flattered, and then heard that his former tribesmen wanted him to challenge the Wolf King again and become the chief of the Black Wolf Tribe again.
Behind them, Lang Hun, who had just woken up, heard it, blinked, and closed his eyes quietly again.
Lang Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "The rule of our tribe is that we can only challenge the leader during the snow season. The strongest one will become the Wolf King. Lang Hun defeated me, so he is the Wolf King."
"But he's too young. He failed to feed his people, and now he's injured. Let alone whether the orcs from the Big Bear tribe will attack our tribe again, he can't even resist the wild beasts from the grassland. He can't protect us."
Lang Feng: "He is now seriously injured because of protecting you."
Perhaps because he had been the wolf king before, Langfeng knew that Langhun had done well enough.
The tribesmen were about to say something, but Langfeng interrupted them with a sullen face, "You have no food, and he's suffering from hunger just as well. I heard that when the Big Bear Tribe came to challenge us, Langhui was the first to charge forward, and he was also the most seriously injured of all the orcs. He's very young and perhaps lacks the experience of being a wolf king, but believe me, no one wants the tribe to live well more than the Wolf King. Langhui has done everything he can."
The members of the Black Wolf Tribe fell silent.
The young wolf king, who pretended to be unconscious, couldn't help but shed a tear.
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