Zhiqiu dragged the big man desperately, but his companion who had helped him drag people let go of his hand.

"What's the matter, buddy, aren't we going to drag this big man to the treatment station in the back? Zhiqiu looked at the beige long-haired steppe elf priest in front of him and asked.

The steppe elf priest crouched down and examined the big man who had been attacked by the Lord of the High Crown, and shook his head, "He's dead. ”

“…… Is it. Zhiqiu pursed his mouth, after all, he saw the big man being attacked with his own eyes, and it was already a hard life for the big man who didn't kill him immediately.

"The spine was forced, there was internal bleeding, and he died. The steppe elf priest said this and asked Zhiqiu, "Zhiqiu, come with me to find other wounded." ”

"But what about this big man. Zhiqiu asked, pointing to the big man on the ground.

"Pour the holy water into his mouth and follow me. The steppe elf said as he pointed to the medicine boxes on Zhiqiu's shoulders and said, "Hurry up, Zhiqiu." ”

"Okay. Zhiqiu hurriedly took out a bottle of holy water from the medicine box on his left, poured it into the big man's mouth, then put away the empty bottle, and rushed back to the front line with the steppe elf priest sister in front of him.

The three warbands under the name of the 'Aoi Guardians', including the legendary title group 'Olshfang Liberators' and the two regiments of the 'War Framework', have already rushed into the first line of the undead, and the Steppe Elf Priest took Zhiqiu to walk on the battlefield full of bones and the dead, if it weren't for the priest who had already cast the 'HallowM', so there was no need to worry about a resurrected undead who would throw a bunch of undead to pick up.

"Zhiqiu, quick, follow me. The steppe elf priest saw that some of his companions were treating the injured in the temporary treatment site, so he immediately ran to the treatment point, and Zhiqiu hurriedly followed the sister to the treatment point.

"Just in time. My sister, this one is ...... beside you," a black priest sister and the steppe elf priest who followed Zhiqiu asked, who introduced Zhiqiu with a smile: "This is Zhiqiu, our sister Yang in the 'Postman' squad gave us this child, he is still young, a hybrid of Telshan and Tieflin Kitten People. ”

"It turned out to be a friend's cub. What a blessed little guy, Zhiqiu, hurry up and put down the medicine box on your shoulder, we need these medicines from you. The black-haired prairie elf sister said this, so Zhiqiu immediately untied the medicine box, and then looked at the two sisters: "Is there anything else you can explain to Zhiqiu, Zhiqiu is no longer a useless child!"

For these two sisters who are shorter than themselves to treat themselves as children, Zhiqiu is embarrassed and helpless - judging from his age. He is indeed a child, but as a former temple, Zhiqiu feels that his mind has already matured...... At least it's definitely not the kind of bear kid who can even walk and cause trouble for everyone.

"Well, Xiao Zhiqiu, of course you are not a useless child, go and help your sisters move the medicine box from the car. ”

Well, since my sister has given the order, Zhiqiu, as a man in the true sense, naturally has to work hard to move the medicine box. The little guy assigned the kits to the various treatment teams, and saw many of the injured among them. Just as Zhiqiu put down the medicine box for the seventh time, a large injured man called out to him.

"I recognize you, aren't you the prairie elf who pulled Lao Xiao......" The big man's chest was wrapped in a thick bandage, and blood was still oozing from it, but when he saw Zhiqiu, he didn't know where he had gained strength, so he sat up and pointed at Zhiqiu and said, "Why do you have a tail." ”

"My mother is a Tiefling kitten person. Mr. Big Man, who are you, may I ask what is the matter? Zhiqiu looked at this big man a little strangely, he didn't know this at all, but how could he say that he knew himself. What is Old Xiao again?

"I'm Marol, a member of the War Framework...... Is Old Xiao okay?" After asking this, the big man took a few breaths, looked at the confusion on Zhiqiu's face and seemed to understand something, and continued: "I forgot, you should be an alien species...... Didn't you just drag a big man out of the battle line with another steppe elf, he is our acting head of the regiment, and Lao Xiao is his name. ”

He said it very slowly, as if he was afraid that the automatic translation would not be able to translate it, but Zhiqiu had to say that he didn't have to be afraid at all, Zhiqiu's grandfather was the remnant of the Celes of the earth, and this daily conversation was difficult for Zhiqiu: "He's dead." ”

"Really...... It's really ......" The big man suddenly seemed to be lifeless, he just drooped his head, and a priest sister hurriedly rushed to his side and pressed her neck to measure her pulse, and soon she raised her head: "He's dead, little guy, do you know him." ”

"No, he asked me about their acting head of the regiment, but he also died. ”

“…… Yes, little one, there are still many people who are going to die today, we are not of enough rank, and some are destined to die here. The steppe elf priest's sister sighed.

Zhiqiu nodded, he had seen what war was since he was a child, and understood that war was synonymous with death and suffering, Zhiqiu continued to carry the medicine box in silence, until the last two boxes on the tracked car were also pushed by Zhiqiu to the medicine stack.

Then Zhiqiu returned to his squad leader, that is, the steppe elf sister, who had just completed an operation and was now washing his hands, and when he saw Zhiqiu coming, he pushed Zhiqiu's head with his head: "It's really hard." ”

"Hmm...... Sister, obviously this copy has nothing to do with them, why does that big man still have to fight so hard. Zhiqiu looked at his sister in front of him, half curious, half puzzled, and asked, "They have no honor in this history, except for those experiences and awards...... But I don't think this qiē needs to be so giving. ”

“…… No, little Zhiqiu, they are rediscovering their own glory. Reaching out and patting Zhiqiu's little face, the steppe elf priest replied with a serious face.

"Their glory. Zhiqiu didn't quite understand, but he thought that this sister wouldn't lie.

"Yes, I think they've regained their warband glory. Speaking of this, she kissed Zhiqiu lightly on the cheek when she heard the call of her friend behind her: "Okay, you take a rest first, my sister still has something to do." ”

Looking at the compatriots who greeted her, Zhiqiu finally chose to sit down - Zhiqiu felt that she was about to rust when she had nothing to do.

Just as he was sighing, Zhiqiu suddenly heard thunder from the south, and the little guy who raised his head saw the pitch-black sky.

Is it going to rain?, the little one thought, answering the call of his other sister, and immediately threw himself into the work of setting up a tent. (To be continued......)