"Are they poisoned?"

Lexa examined the wounds of the newly de-breathed orcs and minotaurs, and then checked with the witch doctor for signs of poisoning.

"Only this minotaur has signs of poisoning, and both this orc and the Forsaken are pure lacerations, bleeding profusely, and they are seriously injured."

The witch doctor shook his head, still very sorry that the two tribal friends who could have been saved left forever because they missed the best time for treatment!

"The two are still alive, the trolls are showing signs of poisoning, but the orcs are not. The orc seems to have returned with his troll companion on his back, and as a result, he's getting worse now. ”

The guards next to him examined the two wounded who were still alive and came to a conclusion that shocked everyone.

"It seems obvious that they must have been in a battle with something, and then they were injured to varying degrees, and the poisoned companion was temporarily incapacitated, so he carried them back to the camp at the crossroads for help."

Lexa analyzed, this kind of thing happens often, but what makes him care is that the wounds, which don't look deep, can bleed non-stop......

"But what creature in this barren land can inflict such a shallow wound that will not heal for a long time, and will not stop bleeding?!"

The Beastmaster struggled to recall the various strange creatures he had seen in the wild, and it seemed that there were few beings of this kind who could make wounds heal so slowly.

"Bloodthirsty bats can cause such wounds, but they are almost never seen in the wild in the barrens!"

Lexa quickly dismissed the possibility, the sun was too abundant for the blood-sucking flying creatures to like.

"It's coming! I've taken out all the demonic cloth and rune cloth from the stock here, do you think it's okay? ”

The camp guard who had crawled and crawled to get the cloth ran back with a large cloth bag at this time, and after opening it, there was indeed some cloth inside.

"Are you going to do a general bandage or a thick one? If you want to make thick ones, you probably won't be able to do much! ”

Yaya opened the big cloth bag and looked inside, the bag was indeed very large, but the fabric inside was really not much......

"I don't understand this! What should be done? ”

The camp guard looked at the witch doctor on the side for help, after all, she was the best at healing and first aiding here.

"You think it's okay to make some thick bandages first, and make the rest and bad quality fabrics?"

The witch doctor can make bandages, but he has no confidence in making bandages of magic cloth and rune cloth.

After all, these two fabrics are magically matched, and using them to make bandages requires careful control over magical energy.

Although witch doctors practice voodoo magic, this voodoo magic is not a delicate type of magic......

Yaya didn't know that he had so much knowledge in learning to make bandages with Narro, he was just naturally sensitive to magical energy, so he learned very quickly.

"Yaya, can you do it?"

Lexa looked at the little troll, and although he asked so with his mouth, there was no trace of doubt in his eyes.

"I can!"

Yaya understands that this is the time for her to contribute.

If the magically attached cloth could be made into a usable bandage, it might save the lives of some of the tribesmen.

After the little troll finished speaking, he sat down on the small slope with the fabric in his arms, and began to sort and prepare the fabric carefully.

In order to make a good and high-quality bandage, it is especially important to handle the fabric, which is a skill that Yaya learned from Narro.

"Rinse these toxin-laden wounds with water and then apply this."

Lexa took out a small coconut from his skin pouch, which was the ointment he had used to treat scorpion venom.

Although there is not much left on his body, the beastmaster still generously took it out, saving people is important!

"Okay, Lord Lexa!"

The camp guards and witch doctors naturally do the same, and in terms of the ability to survive in the wild and deal with injuries and diseases, I'm afraid there are few in the entire tribe that can compare to Lexa, right!?

"He's awake! Lord Lexa, this troll has woken up! ”

The camp guards were the first to notice the injured troll, and slowly opened their eyes, and it seemed that the special anti-poison plaster of the Beastmaster had taken effect, making the unconscious guy slowly wake up.

"Quick! Help...... Save! ”

The troll woke up as if he didn't know he was saved, and instead screamed for help as hard as he could see the camp guard.

Even with all his strength, the voice that came out of the shouting was very small, but fortunately Lexar was close enough and had a keen sense of hearing to hear what he was saying.

"You are saved!"

The camp guard spoke word for word to the troll, who didn't seem to listen, and kept repeating the same words.

"It seems that he is poisoned too deeply, and his brain is not good after the poison, and he has been saved, and he is still shouting to save people!"

The camp guard whined at the witch doctor, knowing that half of the little first aid supplies left in the camp had been used to save the guys......

"Nope! He wasn't confused because of poisoning, there might still be someone trapped somewhere who needed to be rescued! ”

Lexa looked into the eyes of the troll's wounded and knew that he was genuinely calling for help, a look full of fear and helplessness, but also hope.

"What? Anyone else trapped? Impossible, right?! When we made our rounds, we only found a few of them, and there was no other suspicious movement nearby! ”

The camp guard still thought that the troll wounded was confused, because he was also on patrol at the time, and he really didn't see any other wounded nearby!

"Probably not near the camp, probably farther away. If you look at their situation, they shouldn't have rushed to the vicinity of the camp all at once. ”

Lexa thought carefully, these wounded were all strong, and it could be seen that they had been trained in some elementary combat skills, and they were not ordinary civilians.

"Is there anything strange or dangerous around here? For example, are there other dangerous creatures or indigenous territories? ”

Lexa had a few guesses in his mind, but he still cared a lot about the strange scars on these wounded people, and the answers in his heart still didn't quite match.

"The most ferocious natives of the Barrens are the Centaur Clan, followed by the Harpies to the north and the Boar People to the south."

The camp guards are of course familiar with the Barrens, but these guys aren't very good at attacking tribal camps at crossroads.

"But lately, it seems that a lot of recruits have been gathering near the oasis, and I heard that a strange cave has been found there, and there is always a sad cry in the cave!"

The witch doctor had thought of some clues, and there had indeed been a lot of tribesmen passing by the camp at the intersection recently.

During the conversation, she knew that most of them were going to explore the oases scattered around the barren land, but the exact direction was unclear.

"Strange caves? Cry of sorrow! Does it really exist? ”

Lexa heard the words of the witch doctor and finally searched for a name from his memory that could match, the Wailing Cave......