Chapter 452 Injury

The flames in the fire pit danced brightly and dimly, as if reflecting the mood of the owner of the house at this time.

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

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

A straw curtain separates a small area in the innermost part of the chief's longhouse.

There were sounds similar to animals coming from inside, including the howls of ice wolves, the roars of black-spotted tigers, and the chirping of birds.

If someone here who does not know the truth must think that Chief Asoye keeps many animals in the house.

However, this is not the case. The ones who make the cry are the ancient profession among the orcs - shamans. They simulate the sounds of various animals to communicate with the spirit of the wilderness - the oldest god believed by the orcs. level of communication, in order to ask for grace to give them power beyond the ordinary, they themselves said so.

On the other side of the straw curtain, shamans imitated animal sounds and danced strangely.

Asoye wanted to break in and ask how his son was doing now, but he never dared to make any move. He was afraid that his recklessness would offend the gods. The shamans warned him repeatedly before starting the ceremony.

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

At that time, they were panting and panicking, as if they had just lost a battle - only to later learn that they had indeed lost a battle.

Asouye almost fainted the moment he saw his son.

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

At that time, Gunther could barely stand up on his own. In addition to him, several other soldiers also suffered similar injuries.

Under his stern and cold eyes, the son and his men trembled as they recounted the cause and effect, pointing out that their injuries were caused by an evil wand.

The chief of the Blood Cow Tribe was filled with anger. If his son hadn't been seriously injured, he would have picked up a big stick and taught this bastard a lesson.

Now he doesn't even know how to be angry.

Just as he was thinking about how to punish Gunther and his men, something terrible happened and their injuries began to worsen.

The first symptom of the worsening of the injury was that the affected area began to swell and ooze pus. Later, the body became hot and the forehead became increasingly hot.

The orcs have a very good physique and easily avoid colds and fevers. But now...

That night, two strong warriors did not get through and were summoned by the spirit of the wilderness.

Worst of all, one of those who caught the fever was his son Gunther.

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

It was his loyal bodyguard Ye Erye.

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

Ye Erye shook his head: "Master Chief, two people have survived temporarily, and their bodies have begun to gradually subside, while the others... are still not optimistic. Take a look at this."

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

The chief of the Blood Cow Tribe looked carefully at the palm of Ye Erye's hand, and he found that it was some metal pieces.

"What the hell is all this?"

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

Ye Erye said: "They were taken out from the bodies of those injured soldiers."

Just this thing sent his son and soldiers to the edge of life and death?

Ye Erye said: "I have identified them. These are made of lead. According to the descriptions of the people who came back, I guess that the wand should be a weapon similar to a slingshot, and these things..." He confused it. Turning the palms of the hands, "It's the projectile fired by the slingshot."

"Master Chief, they are very terrifying projectiles. Although they look like a hole in the skin from the outside, the damage they cause inside the body is extremely cruel."

"I see!"

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

"Yes, Chief!"

Ye Erye bowed and left the longhouse.

Asouye continued to sit next to the fire pit, staring blankly at the flames.

"Lord Chief!"

The voice he had been waiting for finally came.

The three shamans lifted the curtain and came to Asouye's side.

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

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

"But what?"

"This is only temporary after all. If you want Master Gunther to get better completely, you have to... you have to..."

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

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"His injured arm would have to be completely amputated."

Asouye was furious, "What? Then my son will become a cripple. Do you know what this means?"

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

Asoye nodded painfully.

"Well, now that you have made this judgment, let's do what you suggest."

The shaman bowed to him and retreated to prepare.

Asoye came to his son. Gunther was unconscious and kept talking nonsense.

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

There is also a lead bullet in it?

He remembered what Yerye showed him.

The three shamans came back soon, and they brought tools. The most conspicuous and frightening one was...

The saw!

"Chief, please allow me to tie up Lord Gunther. I'm afraid he can't bear it after the operation begins..."

Asoye made a gesture of "you are welcome", and then went out without saying a word.

The shamans tied Gunther up quickly and stuffed a special wooden stick into Gunther's mouth.

This was to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

Gunther, who was in a confused state, seemed to feel something. He opened his cloudy eyes and saw the tools in the shaman's hands.

"Woo! No... woo!"

He twisted in great pain, his intuition telling him what fate he would face. He wanted to spit out the stick in his mouth, but he couldn't do it.

"Hold him! Hold him!"

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

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

Soon, a long, miserable moan came from the house...