"You look in good spirits today. ”

Wojin greeted Uka, a witch medicine disciple who had just arrived, and then he saw Uka sprinkle the handful of powder he had grabbed into the field, and the next moment, mosquitoes rose from the field like a dark cloud, and the scene was so spectacular that Woking's jaw dropped.

"Close your eyes. ”

Uka quickly sprinkled a handful of powder on Woking's body, which allowed the excellent troll hunter to barely escape, the dark green powder seemed to be very effective, with a choking pungent smell, and the mosquitoes were afraid of tigers, and after hovering for a while, they couldn't bear it anymore and left.

"The ancestors are above. ”

Woking broke out in a cold sweat and returned to the camp with Ukka, who had finished his work.

"I've never seen so many mosquitoes. ”

"Before this, no one could have imagined such a scene, such a wild place, I had only heard of it in the stories of my ancestors. Uka carefully tied the pouch back to the top of the staff, and said timidly, that he had been even more embarrassed than Woking on the first day, and sat down on the ground in fright.

If it weren't for the red ogre scooping him up and turning and running, he would have been a piece of jerky by now.

Chatting with Wojin along the way, Uka still admires his companion, who has long been famous in the clan, and can be friends with ogres, even the ancestors of the troll empire have not done it. However, when he actually came here, Uka somewhat understood Woking, these ogres of the Bloodhammer Clan were not as terrible as the legend said.

Although the red ogre had taken aback by throwing him a charcoal-roasted trunk larger than his whole body at the banquet on the first night, the taste was unexpectedly good, and with a group of ogres feasting on him, Ukka's appetite was much better, and he ate one-third of the roasted crispy surien trunk in one go, and the remaining two-thirds.

This experience made him viciously vent the evil anger in his heart that he was chased by a mammoth for more than ten miles.

It was at this time that Uka met Woking, a young troll hunter, and they and their fellow companions, who had also eaten at the ogre's feast, returned to their tent contentedly, asking Wojin about the Bloodhammer Clan. The answers of Woking and the wounded soldiers, who had recovered much better after a period of recuperation, also opened the eyes of the young trolls.

The blue two-headed ogre sacrifice, the flesh-hungry ogre warrior, the debauched and fierce Harpie Queen, the harmonious boar man and kobold.

All of it. Unheard of enough to make these young people forget the sorrows of exile in this spiritually barren environment and talk with relish.

After a while, Ukka, as a witch doctor, began to heal the trolls' wounded soldiers, though. The resilience of trolls is already amazing, and there are even records of broken limbs being reborn in history, so the vast majority of trolls can basically survive as long as they don't die on the battlefield.

However, even so, the power of nature is not something that mortals can compete with, and these incapacitated trolls are basically disabled, and without the treatment of witch doctors, wounds of this level are likely to cause infection, that is, cause disease. Although the trolls' strong life force keeps them from dying, there is always a living sin that cannot be escaped.

That's how it should be.

As an apprentice, it naturally makes sense for Uka to be sent over as an emissary, not only because the Shadow Clan is understaffed, but the reason is very simple, this half-hung witch doctor is an out-and-out partial talent, and his extremely high talent in potions cannot hide his clumsiness in witchcraft such as curses, Haka once sighed for this, Uka is also very aggrieved, but there is no way, he has also tried to try. But in the end, it had to be stopped.

Therefore, if the ordinary witch doctor came, he would not be able to understand how these troll wounded soldiers were treated in the Bloodhammer camp, but only feel that they were suffering because of their disability. Most of them were in good spirits, but Uka found that the herbs applied to the wounds of the wounded soldiers were extremely cleverly blended, and if they hadn't been able to talk to each other, they would have to stay up all night to start treatment.

Unexpectedly, Wuka, who found that his work was very leisurely, naturally focused on the potion. However, Woking said he didn't know anything, and that every day he was sent by the messy boar man sacrifice with a mess of smears on his face, and that he only did what he was asked to do, and suggested that he ask the leader of the Bloodhammer camp.

Perhaps because the banquet had left a good impression on Uka, the witch doctor finally decided to go along with the good things and visit the two-headed ogre priest who was already famous among the trolls early the next morning.

"May I ask who made this potion?"

That's what Uka said at the time, and then he saw the two-headed ogre named Goron stand up directly with a stone mallet that was thicker than the three of them tied up, and the two heads showed angry expressions, to be honest, that is, he was stupid at the time, otherwise he would have sat down.

"And then?" Woking cast a curious look at Uka as he walked.

"Then I realized that Chief Goron didn't think I had offended him, he thought there was something wrong with the herbs. Ukka's face had a frightened look, but then it became strange, "But, Wojin, don't you really know? ”

"You mean the Bloodslaughter?" Woking's face was a little glazed.

"That's right. "Uka is sure Woking heard me right" It's the red ogre who gave me a charcoal-grilled mammoth trunk at the banquet, the ancestors are above, they are really big enough. ”

The two of them let out a long sigh, and even Woking, who was quite familiar with the Bloodhammer Clan, couldn't help but sigh once again at the magic of these ogres.

"Blood Slaughter, you come over to me. ”

"Yes, Chief. ”

At the same time, Goron also called Blood Tu over in wonder, a long time ago he found out that this big red fat man still has a magical skill of making herbs, the last time it seemed to be a solid stone, and it was also cured by the herb that Blood Tu didn't know where to find it, which was a surprise, so Goron was ready to ask carefully.

"You also make herbs?"

"Yes, Chief. ”

"Can you tell the medicinal properties of plants?"

"Yes, Chief. ”

"Can you diagnose the condition?"

"Yes, Chief. ”

Goron narrowed his eyes, Bloodslaughter still grinning and showing his white teeth, patiently waiting for his order, and after a while, he finally understood that this thing did not mean anything of his own explanation. (To be continued.) )