Mo Ling glanced at Lian Bo enviously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info why wasn't such a genius born in his own tribe?

It is no wonder that the existence of a holy son or a holy woman is an important indicator of whether a tribe can be strong. A saintess who can cast such a powerful forbidden spell is simply comparable to tens of thousands of warriors.

Imagine that when two tribes are defeated, if one of the saints performs the 'hymn of life' to heal all the injuries of their own warriors, or even resurrect the dead warriors, the tide of the battle will be tilted in an instant.

At this moment, Mo Ling's heart seemed to have a trace of remorse. Although Mo Wuyu's ancestors did not respect theocracy, maybe they were right this time. If the Holy Maiden of Prajna can really marry into the Mo tribe in the future, the dreams of countless generations may be able to come true in her own hands.

Of course, if they didn't use such despicable means.

However, Mo Ling also knows that there are no ifs in this world? Even if the Prajna Holy Maiden can really become a member of the Mo tribe in the future, but is that Mo tribe still the Mo tribe of the temple? Once Mo Wuyu has the biggest hole card of the Prajna Holy Maiden in his hand, I am afraid that the entire temple will become the puppet of Mo Wuyu at that time, or even disappear completely.

While Mo Ling was thinking, some of the less injured fighters in the center of the field were already able to stand up. Aside from the fresh scars on their bodies, it was almost impossible to tell that they had been injured not long ago. Even those who were seriously injured and had to lie on the ground were able to sit up slowly with the help of their companions. Seeing this, Mo Ling's awe of the 'hymn to life' was a little more.

"What happened?"

At this time, Mo Feng, who was leading people out to find food, rushed back out of breath.

From afar, Mo Feng saw that the sky here seemed to be a little strange, and the location seemed to be the place where the large army camped, and Mo Feng was worried that something had happened. So he hurried back with someone.

But looking at the appearance of everyone in the camp, Mo Feng was stunned. A series of mysteries all poured into Mo Feng's mind at once.

What happened here just now? Why did all the people who were sluggish before they leave seem to be a different person? What did they miss out on?

"Mo Feng, I'm back so soon, I'll talk to you about the things here in detail later. How much food did you find?"

Seeing that Mo Feng and the others were back, Mo Xiang stepped forward and asked.

Now everyone's injuries have been properly healed, but some of the fighters have shed too much blood, and it is time for them to replenish their nutrition.

"Ah, I just saw that something seemed to be wrong here, so I hurried back, and I didn't hunt enough. I'll take someone with me again. ”

Mo Feng came back to his senses from the shock and said again and again.

"No need, you still have wounds on your bodies, just stay here and let the High Priest of Moring heal your wounds, and I'll take some people to go again." ”

Mo Xiang stopped Mo Feng, and then Mo Xiang beckoned some of the people to leave.

In the process of treatment, Mo Ling told Mo Feng and the others what had just happened. Mo Feng and the others, who only listened, were stunned and shouted miracles, regretting that they had missed such a magical scene.

Soon, someone roasted the prey brought back by Mo Feng and the others on the bonfire, and took the lead in sending some to the unconscious Prajna, and the rest was eaten by those who were seriously injured first.

By the time everyone had eaten, the night was already deep. Everyone sat around the campfire, but they didn't sleep. Talking quietly, he looked at a tent in the middle from time to time. Because there is Prajna lying in it.

It's midnight, and it's been hours since Prajna fell unconscious. But there is still no sign of awakening. Lian Bo was worried, he had already given the pulse to Pranya several times. Prajna's pulse was very stable, but he never woke up.

"Brother Lianbo, you don't have to worry too much, the Holy Maiden of Prajna should just be too distracted, so she hasn't woken up. When she rests enough, she will wake up. ”

Mo Ling walked into the tent, saw Lian Bo's face full of sadness, and comforted him.

The accompanying doctors, including Mo Ling himself, also gave Prajna a pulse, but none of them found anything abnormal.

"Well, that's all there is to it, it's all because I didn't stop her at the time. ”

Lian Bo sighed, and the worry on his face never diminished.

Lian Bo and Mo Ling came out of the tent of Prajna, leaving only a few female doctors from the Pranya tribe to take turns to take care of Prajna.

"The seriously ill are all resting, and the rest of the people take turns keeping vigil according to the previous group, and everyone else will go and rest. ”

Lian Bo said to the warriors who were waiting around the campfire.

"High Priest Lianbo. How is the holy woman of Prajna?"

It was Mo Yu who asked.

All the others also stared at Lian Bo's body eagerly. Although most of them are not seriously injured, they can recover slowly. But Prajna's actions still won everyone's respect, not just because of her status as a saint.

"Praruo hasn't woken up yet, but her pulse has been very stable, she just has too much mental consumption, and she will wake up when she rests enough. ”

Lian Bo said that he understood everyone's thoughts. In the eyes of everyone, they respected Prajna as a holy woman, but they were only holy women. It wasn't until tonight that Prajna did his best to sing a complete 'hymn to life' to heal their wounds, and he really won the complete approval of these people from the bottom of his heart. That's why they insist on staying by the campfire and waiting for Prajna to wake up.

"It's the first time we've been through such a tough fight, and there are a lot of people with injuries that we all need to rest. If you want to do something for Prajna, then you should take a good rest so that you can calmly deal with the next situation that you may encounter. Only then can we protect Prajna when we encounter danger again. Now do as I say, it's an order. ”

Seeing that everyone had no intention of leaving, Lian Bo said again. At the end, Lian Bo accentuated his tone very seriously.

Everyone looked at each other. The people of the Prajna tribe were the first to get up and leave, and the number of people in the Pranya tribe was far less than the number of people in the Mo tribe, so the number of them on night was also less.

"What the High Priest of Lianbo said makes sense, and everyone does what the High Priest of Lianbo says. It's all gone. ”

Mo Xiang actually wanted to insist on staying until the Holy Maiden of Prajna woke up, but he saw that the people of the Praruo tribe resolutely carried out the order under Lian Bo's order, while the people of his own tribe were still hesitating.