Don't say it! When he said from Song Yong's mouth, 'I'll deal with this big guy', it was really not a bragging.

At least when he shouted such a sentence, he had a strong confidence in his heart.

All this confidence came from the fact that he remembered the kind of witchcraft called 'spells' that he had learned from the inheritance of the Burning Mountain.

The last time he faced three * traffickers, the life-threatening snow bright saber.

After using the spell, one of them was blinded for a short time, which helped him a lot.

Otherwise, it is estimated that at this time, even if the weeds on his grave are not three feet high, it will be a gratifying green rise.

So in his mind, he felt that it was scary not to look at the momentum of the mammoth rushing in front of him.

However, as long as he is blinded, he will definitely fall into a state of panic, so where can he accurately hit Brother Yong!

So, after bursting out with such a sentence, Song Yong frantically mobilized the magic power in the sea of qi without thinking.

At the same time, his mouth was full of words, and his empty left hand also pinched out complicated tricks.

However, after doing all this, the mammoth had rushed more than ten steps away, and it was not blinded at all.

Or, to be more precise, it didn't work at all.

To be honest, when it comes to the specific use of spells, Song Yong has only tried it once last time.

After all, he couldn't do a sinister exercise with a living being, such as a slave under his command.

And then his approach in the modern plane, which might even be called humane, now gave him a bitter fruit.

Because at this time, the hard-pressed young man knew that when he cast a spell, there was still a success rate.

Damn! It's too bad.

Facing the mammoth that could collide in an instant, the young man now was a little too late to dodge.

Now it seems that the only thing he can do is to squeeze the little magic power of the dantian and make another shot, hoping that this key time can be successfully cast.

With Song Yong's limited magic power, it was a bit reluctant to cast a spell.

Fortunately, at this time, a surging magic power flowed out of the flame of the Burning Mountain Tribe in the sea of qi, allowing Song Yong's spell to succeed.

The problem was that at this time, Song Yong finally understood that Lieshan had an explanation of spells, why the words were so unknown.

The effect of this trick's spell is actually randomly generated.

I saw that when the pair of snow-white fangs were only a few meters away from him, the mammoth in the wild ran without warning, and suddenly his knees weakened.

Then, the huge mammoth fell to its knees and threw the unsuspecting leader of the wild man directly from its back to a height of more than ten meters.

If there was only that, although the effect of the spell was a little weird, Song Yong could still reluctantly accept it.

What's worse is that after the huge mammoth charges, the huge power potential energy it carries can be completely offset by a sudden kneeling.

So soon Song Yong could see in horror that a huge black shadow was pressing on him.

When he desperately retreated, Song Yong suddenly felt that his eyes were dark and his chest was out of breath for a while, and he fainted directly......

After feeling a cold liquid splashed on his face, Song Yong woke up in a thrill.

The rich smell of blood came from his nose, which made Song Yong quickly recall all the things that had happened before.

He was suddenly desperate, and asked a series of questions in his mouth to Gardenia and Spear and the others who were standing in front of him with a nervous face:

"How long have I fainted, how was the battle, did we win?"

Then, he couldn't wait for the spear and the others to come back, Song Yong couldn't care about the feeling of holding back in his chest, and directly struggled to get up and looked around.

Until I saw the dirt buns under my hands, they were already cleaning the battlefield.

The most important thing is that the mammoth that brought him great pressure, at the moment it was full of sharp spears, and fell there like a hedgehog.

As for the leader of the savages, who seemed to be stronger than the spear in comparison.

At this moment, twenty paces away from the camp, he was lying there in a strange position with his face twisted to his back, obviously dead and unable to die again.

Seeing these situations, Song Yong completely relaxed.

Only then did he feel that his ribs seemed to be crushed and broken, and he felt a burst of suffocation and tingling.

Fifteen were killed and thirteen seriously wounded.

The above astonishing number is the heavy price paid by Song Yong's side in order to win this battle, which can be said to be more than half of the casualties.

It's even more weird, and what makes the spear and others at a loss.

While they were treating the wounded, seven of them were seriously wounded, and it seemed that they had suffered only minor injuries, but they remained unconscious.

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong, who had just given himself a bottle of healing witch medicine, struggled to take action in person.

It was also after giving these comatose people a full-body examination that Song Yong was sure that they were poisoned from a small hidden wound with black blood somewhere on their bodies.

And the reason why the spear and others didn't find out was that they had always thought that this kind of small wound or something was a small problem that didn't need to be treated.

Even if you don't care about them, you'll be fine in a few days.

Realizing this, Song Yong glanced at the savages' weapons, judging by some of the spear heads with a blue hue.

This is a part of the savages, smeared with poison on the weapon.

From the accounts of others, Song Yong knew that these weapons coated with poison were only used by those savages in the second half of the battle.

As for why they did this, to do such a strange act.

By the time Song Yong wanted to find a captive and ask why this was happening, and where was their tribe, and how many people there were.

The spear stood far away, and reported with a cautious face:

"Brother Yong, those savages are too crazy in battle, even if they are seriously injured and have no weapons in their hands, they come up like beasts and tear them with their teeth~"

When the spear said this, the narration in his mouth stopped.

But it also made Song Yong sure of a headache fact, these savages died in battle, so that they could not get a single mouth.

For this reason, Song Yong could only infer that these savages did not want their food to be contaminated and become inedible, resulting in serious waste......

For those who were injured after being poisoned, Song Yong tried to start treatment.

First, he took a knife and cut off the blackened rotten flesh around the wound, and then squeezed out the black blood on the wound as much as possible.

It wasn't until the blood squeezed out of the wound turned bright red again.

In addition, in addition to trying to put the antidote he had prepared into their mouths, he also stuffed a large mouthful of oral cephalosporin and gave it to these poisoned people.

After an hour of observation, Song Yong let go of the worries in his heart.

I don't know! Is it the antidote witch medicine that Song Yong configured for the first time that has an effect, or is it the cephalosporin, an antibacterial and disinfectant Western medicine, which also has a certain effect on the poison of the primitive era.

Anyway, after doing all this, the faces of these poisoned wounded people gradually changed color and looked a little better.

They should be lucky enough to end up with a small life!