Ten of the squads that turned the snow upside down were all killed, their bodies pulled into the grass by the shegra people, and everyone kept silent about the evil deeds of Abay and Roshan.

The Shegra people comforted themselves: "Two people are seriously injured, and there will definitely be a price to pay for getting back on their feet, and this price is acceptable." ”

As soon as they saw the mountain blocking the Great Snow Mountain, the people of Xuegela felt that everything did not matter.

"Heal the two Warriors first. Holding the weapon that symbolized the identity of the Immortal Messenger, he said, "All the wounded and wounded are sent to the Immortal Messenger for treatment. ”

The Kuka tribe saw such a young sender for the first time, and the other senders were generally old people, but the senders were like born nobles, even if Geranbo didn't look very old, the Xuegra people still respected him, and as the representative of the senders, Goranbo conveyed the meaning of all the senders, and walked into the tent. The other senders felt that Ge Ranbo was younger and in the best health, and he was the best candidate compared to the lifeless old man who sent the underworld.

The words came. "There was a large circle of senders in the tent, and all the senders present were lifeless. Every year at the Shegra Trade Conference, the Shaders would get together to discuss the matter, initially to find ways to prolong their lives, but now it has become a place for everyone to gag together and tell some boring jokes between the Shaders.

The senders are a very lonely group, except for trade conferences, and they have to experience the price of "being too cold in high places" to experience all year round. These lonely old people enjoyed the days of the Shegela Trade Conference. Every year someone dies, and every year a new face joins, but the youngest Goranbo is unusually favored by these grandparents.

Ever since Goranbo came to this tent, he had almost buried him with the gifts he had received.

"Well, some of them are busy today. The old people said.

"I don't know how to treat the Underworld—" Goranbo said embarrassedly. He doesn't know anything, and he sits here like pins and needles.

"Huh, little one, didn't you lead the way?" said the send-off next to him in surprise.

"What guide?" said Goranbo.

"Ahem, then follow us, all the Shaken of Xuegra are your guides. "There are a lot of wounded, and some of the senders of this Xuegra Trade Conference are busy.

Devandamu was the first to be sent.

"Hey!" said to Devandamu, who was surrounded by a group of mourners and saw that his hairs stood on end, and he smiled wryly and said hello. The two-meter-tall man was nervous.

"Stripped naked. Said the Sendrite.

"Huh?" Devandamu thought he had misheard.

"Take it off. The senders said in a deep voice.

Devandamu cried and asked the people to take off their clothes, and their bodies were exposed in front of everyone.

"It's all you who have to fight, let me use spells, and now the sequelae are out. The senders of the Devandam tribe said distressedly. Di Van Damu was able to fight before, but what overdrew was his potential, and when he was refreshed, it was even more difficult for the wound to heal.

"No, no, no, there is no wound that Xuegra sent to the underworld that cannot be healed. An old man who sent the underworld touched his chin and said, "The problem is that the O ○, the patriarch of the first tribe of the Gaudi Mountain Clan, is so small, it's so dark, I almost can't see it." ”

"Well, that's true. ”

"Can you heal you!" shouted Devandamu.

"Oh, I'm angry. ”

The senders laughed, and unlike lifeless, most of them lived with the attitude of "having fun in time".

The wounded were sent in more and more, and the ones who had been sent to the underworld had healed a batch, and suddenly let the others go, waiting for them to let them in.

"It's coming. The sender next to Ge Ranbo put his hand on Goranbo's head and said, "This is the point, remember how the senders save people, you can learn the power of the true senders." ”

Ge Ranbo inexplicably felt that this off-line old man was still handsome.

"Of course, don't forget the most important ritual of sending the Hades!"

Abaylou and Roshan were carried into the tent, and the innermost senders sat cross-legged on the floor with a peculiar rhythmic sound, and the senders of the second circle sang the songs of the senders, and the third circle stood quietly. They made a way for the outermost senders to enter the circle.

Ge Ranbo really wanted to retract his words.

They're handsome, they're handsome!

Such a formal ceremony, he thought there was something important.

As a result, the underworld sent the fur quilt that covered Abaylou and Roshan and exclaimed-

"The Warrior's ○○ is so big! Shegra has never seen it, wow, look at this, world-class. ”

"Really? Let me see. "The people outside stopped singing, and the rhythm stopped beating, and they all gathered around to watch, and they were amazed.

"Are you willing to be the son-in-law of our tribe? I promise our girls will not resist you, there are more women than men in Shegra, and we don't mind if you open a harem. ”

Neither Abaylou nor Roshan minded being naked, but it was still a little embarrassing to be surrounded like this.

"Enough, enough. Ge Ranbo squeezed into the crowd and pushed away the senders and said, "Hurry up and start the treatment!"

However, his eyes involuntarily saw the underside of Roshan and Abaylou, and he was actually amazed at the size in his heart.

"Yo, our little Immortal Giver is angry, but don't worry, the treatment has already begun. The sender of the Devanda tribe said with a smile.

"I can go on. Of course, Abay Lou knew that the treatment had already begun, otherwise he would have been angry.

One of the senders clicked in the air, and could hear the sound of dripping water, and he suddenly reached out and rippled in the space, pinching a green drop between his two fingers.

Abaylou considered the senders to be an admirable profession. Their healing is particularly effective - all thanks to the devotion of the giver himself, such as the droplets of water they are now pinching, which are the gathering of all the lives of the giver.

The senders send souls and heal their injuries, relying on their life force.

That's why they live a short life.

The send-off took out two "water droplets" from the space and put them into the mouths of Abailou and Roshan respectively.

"Once healed, you two can rest. The giver clapped his hands in satisfaction. In the afterglow of Abay Lou, he saw several of the senders fall to the ground silently, and were helped out of the tent by their companions.

"Knife, check the injury after taking the droplets. "Abaylou ordered. His body didn't change much, and Roshan was like a boiled crab, emitting a tasteless steam. It made him wonder if the droplets actually worked.

"The internal organs are seriously damaged, the most serious ones are the legs and head, and they are being repaired at a very fast speed after taking water drops, and it is estimated that they will be 60% better after tomorrow, and it is still not recommended to perform fight-related behaviors and avoid strenuous exercise. ”

"Ha, it's amazing, this kind of injury can be treated even if it is fatal. Abaylou said. The priests of the Holy See are almost helpless against such injuries.

"It's also very costly. Knife said.

Roshan said that he was sleepy, and simply lay on the stretcher and fell asleep. The Polar Wolf Tribe carried Roshan back to the Clan.

"Thank you—" said Pierre, blushing into Abaylou's ear, "the current patriarch looks like a real Shegra." ”

"He loves Shegra a lot. Abaylou said.

"Is it only Shegra?" said Pierre, disappointed.

"Prefer ......"

Pierre jumped away happily.