Seeing that his boss successfully held the other party's holy daughter hostage, he suddenly vomited blood and fell down. The pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info the group of dragons without a leader. Huluqiu's men have no intention of fighting at all.

And the warriors of the Praruo tribe naturally held a sullen breath in their hearts, plus Mo Xiang led the warriors of the Mo tribe to join the battle circle. Immediately, the situation became one-sided.

Mo Ling was also weakened by the magic he had used too many times, and he couldn't help himself. Mo Ling staggered over to Prajna's side, pushed the still breathless gourd ball aside, and helped Pranya to check her injuries.

OK. If Prajna is just frightened, it's fine.

Mo Ling helped Prajna to the side, and woke Lian Bo again. Then he called the sacrifices of the two tribes to meditate and regain their spirits. They can not only use magic to assist their own warriors in battle, but also use magic to heal wounded warriors after the battle.

Soon, Hulu Qiu's men on the battlefield were slaughtered, and all of them were subdued.

Mo Xiang instructed his subordinates to clean up the battlefield and count the casualties. Then he walked towards Mo Ling and Lian Bo, who were meditating.

"How?"

Lian Bo looked at Mo Xiang, who was covered in blood, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"We'll have to wait to find out. Clear the battlefield first. It's getting dark soon, and it's too late to find another place to rest, so we can only make up for the night here tonight. How's your recovery? There are a lot of wounded fighters who need your treatment. ”

Mo Xiang said.

Lian Bo was silent, he turned his head to look at the messy battlefield, and sighed deeply. It was the first time he had experienced such a brutal and bloody battle. Countless clansmen will be buried here forever in this short battle.

"High Priest Lianbo, don't blame yourself. You've done well enough, if it weren't for your magic assistance, I'm afraid that just one of them would have been scattered by the enemy, this group of enemies is terrible. ”

Seeing Lian Bo's face, Mo Xiang comforted.

"Yes, we have been on the opposite side of the tribe for too long, and we can't compare with these bandits who have been baptized by war. It is also unknown how many people will be able to return alive after this war. ”

Lian Bo sighed.

Soon, the battlefield was roughly cleaned, and some of the less wounded warriors had built several bonfires in the clearing, illuminating the surroundings.

"What about the casualties?"

Mo Xiang instructed Mo Feng to take someone to find some food and come back, and then secretly called Mo Yu aside and asked in a low voice.

"Forty-two of us and the warriors of the Prajna tribe were killed, and almost all of the rest were wounded. ”

Mo Yu said almost with a crying voice. More than a dozen of the forty-two people who died were brothers who had been with him day and night, which made him very sad.

Hearing that so many people had died, Mo Xiang was also silent. After experiencing the last big war, Mo Xiang was already mentally prepared for the war to die, but this result was still greatly beyond his expectations.

You can fight three times as many as the enemy. Moreover, this is still a later battle, and those enemies have no will to fight. But it still caused so many casualties to its own side.

Mo Xiang divided the wounded warriors into several waves according to the severity of their injuries. The priests of the two tribes perform blessing-like magic to heal.

Most of the sacrifices could only perform the lowest level of healing techniques, and only the two high priests, Lian Bo and Mo Ling, could perform the slightly more advanced art of disambiguation. As for the higher 'hymn to life', Lian Bo can't sing it completely. If it's just a small part, it's not as practical as using the Ambiguity Technique.

For a moment, the entire camp was filled with the sound of a campfire crackling.

After a long time, all the sacrifices once again overdrew their spiritual energy, and then meditated to recover, and so on several times, and the results achieved were not very ideal. There were too many wounded, and all they could do was heal individually.

Prajna wakes up slowly.

She looked around blankly, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time. After a long time, she struggled to her feet, walked to Lian Bo, who was healing the wounded, and looked at the clansmen lying on the ground with blank eyes.

"Prajna, how do you feel when you wake up?"

Lian Bo wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Uncle Lianbo, did we have a lot of deaths?"

Prajna asked.

"If you don't do that, wars always kill people. ”

Lian Bo stood up, hugged Prajna in his arms, and comforted her with pity.

"Uncle Lianbo, I'm fine, it's time for me to do something for my people. ”

Prajna endured the grief in his heart and lifted his head from Lian Bo's arms.

"Can you? If not, don't force it, everyone's life is not in danger, and you can recover slowly. ”

Lian Bo knew what Prajna was talking about, and said worriedly. Prajna had just woken up after fainting, and the spiritual power required to hymn to life was too huge. Prajna's physical condition at this time made him very worried.

"It's okay, I can do it. Uncle Lianbo, you and Uncle Mo Ling and other sacrificial uncles should rest. Everyone is tired. ”

Prajna said stubbornly.

"Well, if you don't force it, stop in time if it's too hard. ”

Lian Bo also overdrew his mental strength several times and was very tired. Seeing that Praruo insisted on this, he had to say a few more words and retreated.

Lian Bo beckoned Mo Ling and the others to sit aside to recover their mental strength.

"Brother Lianbo?

Mo Ling felt very inexplicable, what was wrong? I don't know what the Holy Maiden of Prajna said to High Priest Lianbo? There were many injured people, they couldn't be busy, why did Lianbo let them all step aside?

"Let's just step aside and watch, and don't disturb Prajna. ”

Lian Bo didn't explain, but leaned on a tree and sat down tiredly. looked worriedly at Prajna standing in the field.

Mo Ling was puzzled, but he didn't ask any further. He also sat down on the side and seized the time to recover his mental strength.

Prajna stood alone in the middle of the field, surrounded by wounded warriors. Surrounded her in the middle. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the long-standing Prajna.

Prajna closed his eyes and stood motionless. Soon, everyone was surprised to find that there was an inexplicable momentum on Pranya's body. Although the eyes can see the body of Prajna, it feels as if Prajna has completely merged into the heavens and the earth.

"The Holy Maiden of Prajna, is this..."

Mo Ling's mouth opened wide in surprise and muttered in disbelief. Seeing Prajna's current state, he seemed to remember a kind of magic he had seen in ancient books. But is it really possible?