"Horse whistle?" I didn't expect Ma Whistle to be so sick on a rainy day, so he was stunned for a moment before he said.

"Abba Aba......" Ma Whistle was still babbling nonsense, his eyes were closed, and his body was trembling.

"He's hot right now, probably because of the wound." The crow sighed, "I and several shamans have already danced for him to heal his injuries, may the Great Spirit bless our hero." ”

The people around the horse guard all prayed, and not only that, but many other clansmen who heard the news were also praying silently.

After yesterday's legendary victory, all the Apache regarded the horse whistle as a hero, and many even considered him to be the messenger of the Great Spirit.

Rainy day let out a long sigh and sat down silently.

His medical skills are similar to those of most shamans, but he is more self-aware, and he clearly knows that many of the so-called healing methods are inherently auspicious and ineffective.

In fact, the most effective treatments he has seen so far have basically been invented by Ma Whistle, such as the "abdominal shock method" that can solve choking, and "artificial respiration".

If the Indians had only one true healer, it would undoubtedly be the now seriously ill Ma Whistle himself.

It seems that it can only be resigned to fate.

May the Great Spirit continue to visit Apache......

"I heard that the High Chiefs and High Priests are discussing the handling of the captives?" The stone crow asked casually.

"Yes." Rainy Sky nodded, "The result of the discussion is-"

"Kill the crow!" At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and the momentum quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it was full of commotion.

On a rainy day, his expression changed, and he hurriedly lifted the tent and left in a hurry.

"Boom ......"

"Whoa......

Thunderstorms are raging outside. Nearly 600 Arapaho captives were tied up in a clearing, already drenched in heavy rain, covered in rain and mud, and looking embarrassed.

At this moment, hundreds of Apache men came up to the captives with sharp blades in hand, and they all shouted, "Kill the ravens!" Kill the crows! ”

"Scalp him alive!"

Most of the Arapaho people couldn't understand what they were saying, but they could probably guess by their posture and tone, and they became nervous and angry.

The crow, who understood the Apache language, had a cloudy look on his face, then sighed and took a few steps forward.

The rope bound him to his people, and he couldn't go any further.

"If you want to kill me, then come!" The raven said slowly, "But I have one condition, after you kill me, you can't hurt the other captives. ”

"Conditions?" The tent guard came over with a knife and snorted, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate conditions now?" ”

The crow's face was blue and white for a while, and finally knelt down: "Please...... Let them go! ”

"You didn't let my son go." Guarding the tent unmoved, "You are indeed a bold fellow, but revenge is revenge." Not only do I want revenge, but all the Apaches want revenge! ”

After a pause, he said: "The era of your southern expedition is over, and the next is the era of our northern expedition!" ”

"Northern Expedition! Northern expedition! The nearby Apache shouted.

The crow gritted his teeth, turned his head and said to the people behind him in Alapaho: "They want to kill the captives, although we are now tied, but no matter what, we cannot sit still!" ”

"Fight with them!" The Arapahoe were also enraged, and they all began to try to break free from the ropes.

"What are you doing?" The guarded Apache warriors naturally noticed their attempts to break free.

But before he could finish speaking, the Arapahoe knocked an Apache warrior to the ground, and the scene became chaotic.

As if expecting this, the tent guard immediately said, "Kill them all!" ”

"Stop!" At this time, the rainy day arrived in a hurry, and he stood between the Apache and the Alapaho, watching and guarding the tent, "Great chief, you can't kill them!" ”

The tent's face sank: "Get out of the way!" ”

"The Great Chieftain ......"

"You still know I'm your Great Chief?" The tent snorted coldly, "I order you, get out of the way immediately!" ”

Rainy day opened his mouth, finally chose to obey, let out a long sigh, then lowered his head, silently turned away.

At the same time, in the tent of the horse whistle.

"Kill the crows first, and then wait for the rest of the Arapahoe to get clear?" The crow blinked.

Rat Hunter nodded: "That's right, that's what the Great Chief decided. ”

"What's the difference between this and just killing all the Arapaho captives...... With the Raven's position in the hearts of the Arapahoe, if he was killed, the other captives would fight to the death until they were all killed. The crow shook his head.

The rat hunter was stunned when he heard this, and then said nervously: "Teacher Ma Whistle will definitely resolutely oppose the killing of prisoners, this ......"

"Yes, but look at him now, alas." The stone crow looked at the horse whistle who was still in high fever and sighed.

"No, we'll have to try to wake up the teacher." As he spoke, the mouse-hunting ran to the horse's side, "Teacher, the Great Chief wants to kill the captives!" ”

The stone crow was startled: "What are you doing!" ”

"Kill the captives?" However, at this moment, the horse whistle opened his eyes and said weakly, "They want to kill the Arapahoe captive?" ”

"That's right, you listen to the voices outside." Rat Hunter said.

Although the horse whistle was extremely weak and his ears and eyes were blurred, he did hear the noise of shouting and killing outside.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet: "I have to stop them!" ”

"You're so sick now that you can't even walk, how can you stop it?" The stone crow hurriedly grabbed him and wanted him to lie back on the bed.

The horse whistle was unmoved, but he couldn't walk.

He glanced left and right, and then noticed a spear next to him, which seemed to be the trophy he had captured in his first battle.

He reached out and took his spear, which he used as a crutch, and then, despite the crow's dissuasion, walked out of the tent in the pouring rain.

On the other side, the Great Chief of the tent guards was only one step away from the crows, but stopped.

Not because he had a change of heart, but because of what the raven was saying.

"Remember what I said to you yesterday?" The crow's long hair was soaked by the rain and clung to his face, and he gasped slightly, "Guard the tent, you will be bitten by poisonous snakes." ”

The tent was furious, but the raven then added, "This prophecy was not made up by me to humiliate and attack you. Our shaman did indeed make this prophecy...... So, I think we'll meet again in the world of the dead soon. ”

"Then please go first!" The tent guards were angry and frightened, and raised their long knives to cut the crow's head.

"Boom!" A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and brilliant lightning shone on thousands of rains.

Almost at the same time, a spear shot from a distance, as if the thunder in the sky was the whistling sound of his flight!

"Boom!"

The spear slammed into the ground, right between the tent and the crow, and the shaft trembled slightly.