"Durotan!" "Durotan!" As the Frostwolf Chief Celestial and Human fought, a sturdy orc sped in from the other side of the snow.

It's Draqa.

I don't know what to think, Du Longtan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then caught the eagerness in the words of the visitor, and hurriedly straightened up: "What happened?"

"Kid......" gasped heavily, and Draka quickly pointed to a wide cavern not far away. It was a sanatorium for frostwolf orcs, with a warmer and safer environment than a tent.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Durotan didn't say anything more and hurriedly left.

"I just had lunch ready for them, but, but, ......" An elderly orc woman clutched the palm of a child lying on a supple blanket, sobbing as she watched her breath grow weaker and weaker, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Drektar stepped forward as soon as he could, quickly touched the child's forehead with his palm, and his face suddenly became extremely cold: "It's a fever!"

The Blind Prophet's exclamation succeeded in attracting the attention of the surrounding patients, and even the mightiest orc warriors looked horrified. They are not afraid to fight the tall and mighty ogre head-to-head, but for this 'demon' that even the previous chief could not resist, talking about tiger color change is the most appropriate adjective.

"Damn!" Durotan's hatred for the disease that had taken his father's life was palpable, but now was not the time to vent his anger. This fever has not been around for long, and there is currently no effective treatment, and the Shadowmoon Clan has spent a lot of energy, but they have not even been able to find the cause of its birth.

If the fever spreads among the Frostwolf Clan, the consequences will be dire......

"Anyone else is experiencing this symptom?"

"The other shamans have already started to go from house to house, and the results will be available soon. "As a woman who is favored by the chief, Draka is not a vase, and while helping Durotan with government affairs, she also takes care of all the logistics of the entire clan related to women, children, old and children.

"Good. Patting the other man on the shoulder in approval, Durotan's gaze quickly returned to the unconscious child lying on the blanket, mixed and sad emotions flowing on his face.

With current medical treatment, contracting a fever is almost a declaration of death.

Obviously, the old orc also realized what was about to happen, and clenched the child's palm tightly, because it was too hard, and the muscles and bones on the back of her hand were terrifyingly clear.

What is really embarrassing is that she didn't say anything. In the face of this disease, nothing can be done, this is despair in the true sense......

Drakar obviously couldn't accept this ending, and sighed softly, and then turned around and walked out of the cave. However, she had barely taken two steps before she suddenly stopped, and looked at the one approaching in front of her with a wary face, who was thinner than herself, man?

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say thank you. Feeling a hostile gaze that he didn't recognize, Lan Luos was helpless, but still maintained his demeanor, and bowed to the other party very standardly.

"Now is not the time, stranger. Durotan turned around, perhaps because the light of the cave was too dim, and most of his face was lost in the shadows, which was very terrifying with his thick voice.

Just as he was about to say something, Lanros's attention was drawn to the orc child behind the Frostwolf Chieftain. To be precise, it is the breath of the latter.

Familiar breath......

Involuntarily approached him, but before he could take a few steps, several orc guards armed with broad-bladed axes blocked his way.

"Can you show me?" Ignoring the blood-soaked gazes of the guards, Lanlos said to Durotan.

After exchanging glances with the prophet, Durotan didn't say anything, and directly put the full picture of the orc child in front of Lanloth. Self-confidence and courage are the qualities that orcs rely on to survive in this dangerous land.

And Durotan has the power to match, and he is confident that under his nose, Lanlos will not be able to play any tricks.

Moreover, this is also a test, and it is not a good thing to take this opportunity to see the intentions of this outsider?

Not thinking as much as the other party did, Ranlos's attention was almost entirely drawn to the child.

This destructive power, although lurking in the depths of flesh and soul, Lan Los will not admit his mistake, absolutely not!

Evil ......

Curses, to be exact.

Half-crouched down on the edge of a blanket made of schickhoofed cowhide, Lanros reached out and scratched at the door of the orc child's face. Soon, a scorching air flow poured out from the opponent's seven orifices and quickly converged into Lan Luos's hands.

Demonic has properties similar to fire, explosive instant damage, chaos that incinerates everything with heat and heat, and a terrifying adhesion and continuous damage.

Unlike the Shadow Curse, which weakens the physical and mental abilities of the recipient, the curse cast by the Evil Power has a very significant lethal power. Based on Lanros's knowledge of this evil power, he quickly dissected the evil curse placed on the child.

Chaotic energy feeds on soul and flesh, devouring everything in each other like food, until it is no longer satisfied with this evil greed. And with the replenishment obtained through devouring, it infects other creatures around it, and grows its power over time.

Externally, the host died tragically after a period of illness and suffering, infecting the surrounding organisms at a terrible rate.

The origin of the name fever is due to the violent rise in body temperature caused by the chaotic energy burning the host's life force.

Is it evil again, and the Burning Legion has begun to infect this world?

Knowing what to think, Lanlos glanced at the stunned big men around him.

"You, how did you do that?!" Surprisingly, Drektar, who had always given a strict and steady impression, seemed to be eager to swallow the pink skin alive.

As the number one shaman of the frost wolf, the Blind Prophet knew very well that fever was stubborn and incurable, and it is no exaggeration to say that it could be called the most desperate incurable disease. But after Lanlos pulled away the scorching and lingering pale green streamer, the orc child's breathing became smooth and steady.

As a shaman, Drektar clearly felt the growing vitality of the other party.

With such a clear turnaround so simply, what is the origin of this weak stranger?

"Ahem!" Just as the group of orcs froze in place, Lanlos trembled and sat down on the ground, his pale face and rapid breathing making people feel distressed.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor, so that's all I can do for the time being. Facing the gaze of the frostwolf orc, Lanlos shook his head helplessly, "But if I regain my strength, I may have a way to curb the curse on him." ”

"Curse?" Before he could thank the other party for helping him up, Du Longtan frowned and tilted his head and asked.

"Yes, this is a very evil technique......" Simply informing the other party of his understanding, Lanlos seems to have gradually regained his ability to move, "This curse is very stubborn, and if it is not controlled, it threatens to spread the epidemic." ”

Although Lanlos's words are suspicious of alarmism, it cannot be denied that as the first person to alleviate the symptoms of fever, his words are still full of authority.

Seeing Durotan and Drektar whispering incessantly, Lanlos was secretly happy in his heart, and then finally threw his hole card: "If you believe me, I have a way to relieve his symptoms temporarily." ”

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Syllable......

Crimson flames danced across the charred wood, and the occasional crisp popping sound dispelled the silence of the night for a moment, interrupting Lanros's musings.

Feeling the treatment of ice and fire on his chest and back, he couldn't help but shudder, and then turned his head, while carefully looking at the blue dragon's hideous and beautiful huge head, while gently caressing the other party's warm scales that were as clear as gems.

'Hmph, these muscular orcs are really brainless, you have played them around, and they still trust you in every way, no wonder the arcane has never favored this world......

Elunis' sarcastic remarks came to mind again, but Lanlos seemed to lose his mind and paid no attention to the trembling of his waist.

That's right, since he woke up, Lanloth has been playing with the Frostwolf Clan. Although Durotan and his people have been well received by players, although he has been loyal to the tribe for many years, it is a game, and what he is in now is reality.

No, that's just a means of making friends......

In fact, Elunis was only half right. At least at the beginning of the awakening, Lanloth was sincerely grateful, but the shaman, and the strong hostility around the shaman, the hostility from the elemental spirits, made Lanloth clearly aware of his current situation.

At that time, he was not qualified to be an equal to the orcs, especially after seeing the chains that bound Teligosa.

Physical weakness didn't stop him from functioning his brain, and showing weakness, gratitude, and serendipitous opportunities allowed Lanloth to win the trust of these orcs. And he himself was also freed from being sacrificed as a sacrifice to appease the elemental spirits.

However, Lanlos was not the slightest bit happy, the curse on the orc child brought too much information.