Ji Nuan first sprinkled the medicinal powder on the orc's wound, and then with the help of Ge Xing, he used four wooden sticks and snake bandages to immobilize the injured leg.

Finally, he told the orcs: "Although your recovery is very strong, if you still want to hunt in the future, don't move this leg for three days, otherwise the broken bone I finally picked up for you will crack again, and you won't be better." ”

The orcs witnessed the happiness of Ji Nuan's treatment throughout the whole process, and nodded gratefully and obediently: "Don't worry, I won't move." ”

Ji Nuan nodded, and then went to help the next orc to treat, and arrived at the Dashi tribe after lunch, and when he finished treating the last orc, the sky was already a little dark.

Ji Nuan stretched his sore waist and said with a wry smile: "I can finally rest!" I'm exhausted. ”

The orcs around were very guilty of making a little female cub so tired, and Xiong Da hurriedly stepped forward: "Witch doctor, I have asked the orcs to set up a new tent next to their tent in Ge Xing, and spread a very thick animal skin, and the fruit and roast meat will be sent to you immediately, go and rest." ”

Ji Nuan nodded gratefully, and had a good impression of this thoughtful and considerate orc: "Thank you, Patriarch Xiong." ”

Xiong Da smiled heartily: "It should be our two tribes to thank you, if it weren't for you, these orcs would be..."

Seeing that Xiong Da was about to be started again, he took a step forward and waved his hand: "You old guy, let's rest Ji Nuan, it's useless to talk so much." ”

Xiong Da was not annoyed at all, he laughed twice, and personally led the way in front: "Let's go, witch doctor, I'll take you over." ”

The orcs of the Watson tribe carefully put away Ji Nuan's belongings, carried the basket and walked towards the tent together.

Looking at the group of beasts that were gradually moving away in front of them, all the orcs were seriously full of respect and gratitude.

Meng Tai looked at Ji Nuan's distant figure, his eyes were full of light, and he muttered, "I have never seen such a powerful witch doctor. ”

Mopeth smiled: "I haven't seen it either, and this little female is still very tight, and the last time we met, I asked for all the Shenmu powder in my hand." ”

Meng Tai glanced at him and said, "Isn't that your good sister dead, and you compensate other tribes?" ”

Mopes choked, snorted softly, turned and walked towards the fire on the side, and it was better to eat meat than to talk awkwardly.

Montai turned his head to look at the tent on the side, where there were a few orcs who he thought he would be dead and disabled this morning, and now one of them was sitting shoulder to shoulder with his people roasting meat, and two were sitting obediently on animal skin cushions and talking.

And the orc, who had been judged to not survive the late meal, was still sleeping in a sweet dream, and he could hear the cry of sleep.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, a look of admiration flashed in Mengtai's eyes: "What a magical... Shaman. ”

In the tent, Ge Xing's face faintly revealed a hint of urgency, and after the orcs who sent the fruits and barbecued meat went out, he hurriedly looked at Ji Nuan and said, "There is only a little bit of sharp-toothed grass powder left, why do you still sprinkle those two orcs on the wounds?" Just get some water for them to drink. ”

After that, the old man's face was full of pain, and the mustache on his chin trembled a little with pain.