If you want to say that the living person who was a little bit of a person with a big seam just now, then now this scene is really a fairy family.

At least, in the eyes of Balu and Zazetu.

What kind of existence have you offended this time! Immortal God, save your people. The bowels of the two of them are now green with remorse, and their frightened souls do not possess their bodies.

Compared to the two of them, the Thress warriors actually felt more magical about the Great Seam. It's not that they don't think that the vitality of life is not magical, it's just that they have seen more magical means, and they are always not as shocking as the first time they saw it.

The reason why Su Mo had to suture the wounded in vitro first was actually because although the vitality of life was magical, it only supplemented the vitality of living beings and even stimulated the evolution of biological cells, but it could not immediately heal too serious external injuries, at most it played a role in promoting it.

Therefore, the combination of the two is the most correct treatment.

Ignoring the Mongols' fears, he immediately moved on to the next treatment after healing the seriously wounded man.

These Thress warriors were his most prized treasures, and losing even one of them would be an unbearable loss.

However, the situation of the second seriously injured man made him helpless. The wound was on the neck, and the massive blood loss caused the poor man to not hold out until Su Mo used his tricks. Even with the blessing of life vitality, it only made him take a few more breaths. In vain, he grabbed Su Mo's hand, and then died with a face full of unwillingness.

Everyone fell silent and observed a moment of silence for their brother who had died in battle. They are slaves, they are warriors, they are destined to die on the battlefield, and they are not afraid of death. However, this does not mean that they do not have the desire to live.

Su Mo was a little sad, half-knelt in front of the corpse, clutched the hand that had lost its temperature, and refused to let go for a long time.

Although he is used to seeing death, getting used to seeing it does not mean that he is adapted. Especially in the process of preparing for treatment, the helplessness and longing are not at all the same as death on the battlefield. He could even hear the shattering of life, and the sigh of the soul.

"Master, he has returned to the arms of the gods, but he will awaken again, and although he is a new man, we are still willing to bless him and treat him as a brother. Olisses knelt beside Summer and whispered comfort.

He was touched by the fact that the Thress man could feel the grief of his master. This is a truly merciful master, and he is willing to pay his grief for a slave, which is really enough.

The Thresians still stubbornly believe in the gods of the Alps, and for them, death is just a return. Then he will be resurrected by the gods and return to the world in a new way. This is also the root of their fearlessness in battle.

Su Mo nodded silently, sighed lightly, and broke the dead man's hand. and personally sorted out his remains, trying to clean up as decently as possible. This made the Cerres warriors look at him even more emotionally.

"Burn it, gather his ashes, and put them in a leather bag. Our brother will never be abandoned, he will be with us in another form, forever!" Su Mo commanded softly, stood up, and continued to treat the other wounded.

Olisses was stunned, but nodded sharply. He pointed two men out, and with him lifted the body to the other side.

After a while, a thick smoke rose. The Thresians knelt down on one leg, clasped their fists to their lips, and silently blessed their departed brothers.

Su Mo didn't look any further, and stepped up the speed of treatment. There was a big battle here, and a fire was lit again, and it was easy to be found in this empty grassland.

At present, the entire grassland is in chaos, and if another battle is brought at this time, I am afraid that no matter how brave the Thress warriors are, they will definitely pay a great price.

After curing the Thress soldiers, he hesitated a little, but treated them together with the Mongolian wounded soldiers. Of course, it's not so careful about these people, it's just that one person gave a ball of life vitality and finished counting.

But it was this that made the Mongols even more intimidating. The eyes that used to look at everyone were full of hatred, but now they have been replaced by awe and surrender.

"Talk about it, I hope I don't hear any more nonsense. Rubbing his forehead a little tiredly, Su Mo sat down on a removed saddle and said. The treatment just now cost a lot of life vitality, which made him feel a little tired. At this moment, through the effort of questioning, he quietly exerts deprivation.

In the night, with him as the center, the large grass began to turn yellow, gathering the dots of life vitality to replenish the loss of Fang Cai.

In fact, the best way is to let the life vitality recover by itself, so that it can be more refined. Although forcibly depriving foreign objects can be recovered, they need to be brewed and purified again before they can be dissolved, which is the experience that Su Mo summed up after going through this period of time.

It's just that at this time, he is on the reckless grassland, and he may face an unpredictable crisis at any time, and he really can't afford to wait slowly. He must face it with the fullest posture at all times in order to deal with the unknown.

"The great Boden Ningli, Balu and Zazetu of the Ketu tribe will always be subject to you, and where your whip goes, is our sword, and all your will is our will, and where you have set foot is Manhulai Suya, on whom we will graze and fight for you until eternal life. Balu and Zazetu prostrate themselves and chanted in the most pious voices, as if on pilgrimage.

All the living Mongols struggled to fall down together, chanting in his voice, each with reverence and awe on their faces.

Su Mo was stunned and couldn't help tilting his head to look at Meng Yu.

Meng Wei smiled slightly, approached him and whispered, "They regard the young master as a god. Boden Ningli is the meaning of the gods, and Manhu comes to Suya as the land of the sun, which can also be understood as the grassland bathed in divine light. They confessed the Lord with the highest ritual of worship of the ancient Turkic gods. Congratulations to the young master, when he first entered the grassland, he received a force that was not weak. ”

Su Mo blinked, and then he understood. Even the previous depression of losing a Thress warrior eased a little.

"Well, I accept your allegiance. "The job of pretending to be a fairy is already familiar to someone, and there is no problem. After bowing his head slightly, he asked again about the cause and effect.

This time, Balu really didn't talk nonsense, and all the 1510 were empty. After he fully understood, Su Mo smashed his mouth, and the previous smugness was gone.

The tribe of Balu is called "Ketubu", and in the southern steppe, it is considered a medium-sized tribe. But not long ago, the whole grassland suddenly became chaotic, and the various tribes were first attacked by a mysterious horse thief, which triggered a round of scuffle for resources and territory.

The scope of this melee has become larger and larger, from a few small tribes at the beginning, and eventually large and medium-sized tribes are also involved.

No one paid attention to the origin of this scuffle, and everyone was red-eyed. Especially when the harsh winter is approaching, the more resources, more people, cattle and sheep, and larger grassland can ensure the strength and survival of your tribe.

The same is true of the Ketu Ministry. Unfortunately, the luck of the Ketu tribe was not good, and after initially taking advantage of it, it was quickly defeated by another, stronger tribe. All the old and young, as well as the cattle and sheep, were almost completely lost, and all became the spoils of war for others. Only Balu and Zazetu escaped with the rest of the people.

Fortunately, these people are all young and strong warriors, and after they are not dragged down by the old and young, they are more rapid. So he simply began to plunder on the grassland, and soon obtained sufficient horses and supplies.

Tonight, they had already explored a small tribe ten miles to the east, and were going to go over and do it. But unexpectedly, when I walked here halfway, I found Su Mo and the others' team.

After discovering that there were only fifty people in this team, and it didn't seem to be strong in combat, in line with the idea of beating rabbits with grass and making more windfalls, he made a temporary decision and turned his head to kill, which led to the previous scene.

Which Cheng thought, the rabbit he originally thought suddenly turned into a vicious wolf, or the kind of vicious wolf that was unimaginably fierce, and finally fell to the current result.

Balu recounted intermittently, and the more he spoke, the more bitter he became, and finally he couldn't help but feel sad and cried loudly. This made Su Mo and the others look at each other, not understanding why he was so sad all of a sudden.

Upon asking, Balu became more and more sad to cry. Wronged, I feel so wronged. It was already miserable that the tribe was broken and lost everything, but then it finally survived by robbery, and gradually saw the opportunity to rise again.

As a result, it was just a temporary greed, but it was so good that he robbed the head of the gods, is there anything more unfortunate than himself?

If they are depressed, even if they accidentally grab a powerful tribe and fail, with their ability, they can become the warriors of that tribe. This is very common in the grasslands, and no one thinks anything is wrong. As long as you are strong in the future and have a chance, it is a big deal to grab it back.

However, now that he has robbed a god, a god! This little bit of his own strength is a fool in the eyes of a god? Not to mention any powerful opportunity to snatch it back in the future, under the gaze of the god, he will not even dare to have such a thought.

It is nothing if a person fails, once or twice, or even ten times a hundred times, as long as he lives, there is hope, and one day he will find it, but if he understands thoroughly that there will be no hope again no matter what, it is called despair.

Balu is just desperate. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, so many people were robbing it, and it was okay for Mao to be so unlucky? For Mao, he grabbed the head of a god by himself........

Thinking about it this way, his grievances are like a surging river, endless, and like the Yellow River overflowing, out of control.......