Originally, after the craniotomy, it was almost evening.

After chatting for more than an hour, when Wren walked out of the bamboo building of the Great Witch Sacrifice Marfa, it was already dark.

But as soon as he walked to the staircase of the bamboo building, he was startled.

There was a black crowd of human heads in front of him, and those barbarians stared at him one by one with big eyes. Sen's brown complexion blends into the darkness, but the whites of their eyes glow like light bulbs.

grinning again, a piece of bright white teeth brushed together.

"What's going on?"

Before Lei could wake up from his bewilderment, he saw that a bonfire suddenly lit up not far away, and then the group of barbarian warriors in front of him knelt on one knee and hammered their chests with their right fists: "The Coleman warriors extend their most sincere greetings to their friends from afar..."

"Friend!"

"Friend!"

"Friend!"

“...”

Someone made a start, and then it was like a wave, and thousands of people cheered.

These guys are full of energy, their voices are loud, and they shout like the movement of a mountain torrent, which shakes the bamboo buildings and trembles, which is particularly shocking in this night.

"Thank you for saving High Priest Hela, for your kindness and generosity in gaining the friendship of our Coleman clan!"

"You are the eternal friend of our 'Fengshan tribe', and the eternal friend of our Coleman clan!"

“...”

In particular, the warriors of the "Wind Mountain Tribe" who had sent High Priest Hela to heal their wounds before were even more blushing, as if they wanted to dig out their hearts and lungs to show their sincerity.

Wren knew that this was the highest etiquette for a Coleman warrior.

But he was still an enemy during the day, and he knelt down at night, and he was still a little uncomfortable, so he hurriedly said: "That... You're welcome. I'm a doctor, and that's what I'm supposed to do. ”

In fact, Wren didn't know why these Colemans reacted so much, but in fact, this was also the most simple side of the tribesmen.

The last time Wren saved Udo, no one witnessed it, and this favor was not too big. And in a way, it's also an exchange of interests... Even, strictly speaking, Wren is actually an accomplice to her capture.

But this time it was completely different, he relied on his medical skills to save an old high priest of the Coleman clan who should have died in front of the great witch priest Marfa.

It's just two different concepts.

In this primitive tribal culture, the priest was the witch doctor of the entire tribe, the potion master, the teacher, and the warrior who gave everything.

The high priest had a very high status in the tribe, higher than the parents, more than the chiefs, and even more than the warriors' own lives.

So, when it became known that Wren had saved High Priest Hela, everyone's hatred turned into gratitude and was expressed in words and deeds.

......

At this time, High Priest Hela, who was the rescued, also came over and said to Wren with a sincere face: "Doctor Wren, thank you for your emotion, you saved my life. ”

Wren was really a little flattered, and he hurriedly helped up the high priest, who was slightly taller than him even if he knelt on one knee: "It is the duty of a doctor to save people, not to mention, Lord Witch has already given me the best gift... You're welcome. ”

High Priest Hela stood up, and Udo came too.

She knew Wren best, and she was not inhibited, and said, "There should have been a big celebratory dinner to welcome our Coleman friends. But because there is a war ahead, I only got a small bonfire dinner today... Let's go and feel the enthusiasm of our Coleman warriors. ”

"The enthusiasm of the warriors?"

Wren's face twitched slightly when he heard this, it is estimated that he had read too much bad information in his previous life, and the first reaction in his mind was a bunch of muscular men surrounding him... Enthusiastic.

He didn't know that the Coleman tribe, both men and women, were called warriors...

......

Bonfires, barbecues, piles of fruits, enthusiastic war dances...

Wren didn't expect that the "captives" who were still in a cage when they came at noon would now become guests who were warmly entertained.

And he, the client, probably knows the ins and outs of the matter, and Bazel, the "captives" in the whole state of bewilderment, is really unexpected.

On this day, the legend's mood was like a roller coaster, with big ups and downs.

In the evening, Bazel watched a group of barbarians march towards the wooden cage and opened his cage, but did not startle the legend.

The inmates on the side have already popularized science, and there is only one result when the cage is opened, that is, slaughtering the "sacrifice to the gods".

Although Bazel had known his fate for a long time, he was also angry: even if it was a "sacrifice to the gods", it had to be in a first-come, first-served order, right?!

The few who came before hadn't taken their turn yet, so why was it suddenly his turn?

As a result, when this legend was about to struggle one last time with the [Forbidden Demon Lock], he found that those barbarians were surprisingly polite after they were released.

Hey... Not a "sacrifice to the gods"?

Although the language barrier was incomprehensible, Bazel also understood that those barbarians did not intend to get him to "sacrifice to the gods" at all, but released him and unlocked the [Forbidden Demon Lock].

It's not just him, but Carl and Old Man Tuxter.

Then, Bazel was brought here by a group of barbarians to eat and drink...

This legend also guessed that there would be such a drastic change in their treatment, I am afraid that Wren, who was brought out of the cage before, did something terrible.

Now that he finally saw the Wren people, Bazel was deflated and questioned, and he couldn't find anyone to ask, so he wouldn't let it go.

He asked eagerly, "What the hell are you doing, boy Wren, why are these barbarians suddenly giving us good food and drink?" ”

It's not like this, after all, Sam in the cage next door has never heard of meat to eat.

Wren explained, "I saved a wounded high priest, and then they treated us like friends. ”

"Huh?"

Bazel listened in disbelief, "You kid still have this ability?" The person who couldn't be saved by the great witch sacrifice of others, did you save it? ”

Wren is good in his eyes, but he is not so powerful that he can solve problems that "legends" can't solve.

"I gave them a very tricky craniotomy. You know, their witch doctor is a supernatural lawyer, and he can't handle too delicate surgery..."

Wren shrugged his shoulders and explained simply, not wanting to say more.

At this time, he looked left and right, but he didn't see the two grandchildren of Tust, and said curiously: "By the way, what about the old man Tust?" ”

Bazel spread his hands and said, "I don't know, when they came out before, they were carried away by a few guys who looked like savage doctors..."

And coincidentally, at this time,

Old Man Tust and Karl were also surrounded by a group of barbarians.

What is surprising is that the old man is actually sitting on a chair!

This Wren shocked Wren.

If you want to talk about the old man's physical condition, he can't know better.

The muscles of the old man's body have atrophied, and it stands to reason that it is impossible for him to sit up!

Now he's sitting in a chair...

The only explanation for this is that the "mandolin flesh paralysis toxin" in his body has been completely resolved!

Wren looked at the old man's complexion that had never been better, and greeted, "Carl, Grandpa Tust!" ”

When Carl saw Wren, he ran over excitedly, chattering like a magpie: "Brother Wren, look... Look! They cured my grandfather's poison, and he was able to sit up, and he just moved his fingers! ”

Thirty years of high paralysis, the nerves have long forgotten what it feels like the body exists, and although the toxins have been cleared, it will take a long healing process.

However, being able to sit up is already a good start.

"Kid Wren, thank you..."

Tust also had complicated eyes and a heartfelt smile on his face.

laughed and laughed, and there were some old tears.

He seemed to be saying to others, and he seemed to be saying to himself: "I didn't expect that there would be a day in my life when I could feel the existence of my body..."

A person with half of his feet in a coffin has long looked down on life and death.

Even when he was caught in this barbarian tribe, he didn't feel much frustration. Dying here is no different from dying elsewhere.

But suddenly, today, his toxin, which was determined to be unbreakable by the top doctors in the medical field, was actually cured!

It's been thirty years...

He had never felt as comfortable as he was today, like an old goshawk plucked and beaked, and at this moment, he got a "new life" physically and mentally.

Tust is suddenly full of expectations for his future life, as long as he does not die, the countless ultra-complex mechanical designs in his mind that have not yet had time to be realized will finally have a chance to appear...

Blessed by the god of steam...

Oh no!

It's not just the blessing of the god of steam, he knows that all this is the result of the efforts of the young man in front of him.

That old friend of mine really accepted a good disciple.

Wren saw that everyone was okay and smiled happily, "Haha, Grandpa Tust, you have to recover well." I'm waiting for you to help me design the Mechanical City. ”

It's not just about the body, it's about survival

The corners of Tust's eyes moistened, and he happily agreed: "Okay... What kind of mechanical city do you want? ”

Wren said casually: "Can you fly?" ”

Tust also said solemnly: "Okay! ”

At this time, Wren turned his face to Udo, who knew that all this was due to this group of kind and simple Colemans.

He said in Coleman, "Thank you, High Priest Udo, and thank you to the witch doctors of your tribe. ”

For the first time, a smile appeared on Udo's face, and he said, "This is what you deserve for saving Priest Hela." We, the Colemans, know about Entu. For the enemy, we have spears and bows; For friends, we have good wine and barbecue..."

The bonfire was reflected in the young high priest's face, red.

For the first time, Wren felt that this barbarian chick was finally a bit like a "chick".

.......

Coleman's men and women danced around the campfire, enthusiastically.

Hey~hey~hey!

Low shouts rang out rhythmically, and people stepped on drums and danced wild war dances like wild beasts.

Wren was also dragged by Udora and jumped around the fire in the crowd, and the atmosphere was infected, laughing and jumping.

If there was no war, how happy and happy this group of people who had no quarrel with the world would be.

Jumping and jumping, tired.

Sit down and eat some barbecue from an unknown monster, drink some fruit wine with low alcohol content, and take a few bites of delicious fruit that you can't name.

Looking at this group of simple Colemans known as "barbarians", Wren suddenly flashed a touch of complexity.

Suddenly, he asked Uduo beside him, "That... Witch Matsuri asked me a lot of questions. But I never dared to ask..."

It was very noisy around, and Wu Duo didn't hear clearly, so he put his face on it, and it was very close, "What's wrong?" ”

Wren rode the strength of the wine and asked, "Haven't you thought about migrating the people?" ”

He knew very well that no matter how strong the Coleman warriors were, in a large-scale war, there would always be an indelible disadvantage in fighting the Machine City head-on. What's more, there are several times the number of people who crush the advantage. This war, in fact, has been doomed from the beginning.

Hearing this, Udo didn't answer immediately, her eyes reflected the roaring bonfire.

"We Coleman people have lived in this jungle for generations, this is our home, and we are familiar with every plant and tree in the jungle. Where can we migrate? Moreover, our duty is to protect the temple. As long as there is one Coleman warrior alive, we will never let the enemy trample on the dignity of the Temple..."

“...”

Wren heard this and didn't say anything more.

In fact, as early as when he asked, he guessed that this was the result.

The more simple a person is, the stronger the faith in his heart.

The Coleman clan had long been prepared for the enemy to fight to the death.

......

Dull topics are not suitable for much discussion on celebratory occasions,

Wren has been with the hunters for a long time, and he has gradually become a bit of a mindset of enjoying the moment.

The Coleman warriors were very enthusiastic, and one by one they came to toast with barrels the size of their heads.

The fruit wine is very smooth, and the stamina is also quite strong.

I have to say, the barbecue is so delicious.

I don't know what kind of monster's meat it is, the gold flows with oil, and the meat is fragrant in the mouth.

The fruits are also delicious and colorful.

As soon as he ate this, he ate it with an open stomach.

But suddenly, Wren felt some strange reactions in his body, "Huh... I seem to have been poisoned by eating fruit..."

As a professional doctor, he is well aware that these reactions are not normal.

"It's the best fruit in the jungle, and we only eat it on big festivals, so how can it be poisonous?"

Udo blinked, surprised.

Suddenly she remembered something, and said with a little disdain: "Oh, I almost forgot! You're too weak to take it..."

Wren: "Huh? Do you want to detoxify... I don't feel very good..."

"It's fine. The men of the tribe love this fruit, and I thought you liked it too..."

"What the hell is this?"

"Didn't you see the shape?"

"Moon Fruit?"

"Like a plucking fruit."

“...”

.......

The wine is strong, and the world is spinning.

Before falling asleep, Wren did not forget to set up a program for the brain.

[Wisdom brain, set up a dream to practice 'Divine Healing'...]