Chapter 258: He is not dead yet! Get away! (1/2)

One thousand and fifteen hundred people were immediately divided into two groups. Shen-Gu led most of them to the nearby highlands. When they first chose the riverbank camp, they were asked by Yuan Zhan to choose a place not far from the riverbank, not far from the highlands and leeward.

Five other slave leaders, each with a hundred men, formed a spear line behind Yuan Zhan.

Yan Mo did not return to the high ground with the big army, and he stood beside Yuan Zhan. DHe, Ding Fei, Dda, behind him.

Yan Mo regrets that he left all the bees in The Jiu Yuan in order to appease Jiu Feng. Otherwise, if there were many middle-ranking warriors in The Moer-Gan when the bees come out. He thinks the bees can attack them unexpectedly and make them lose part of their manpower.

In addition, he should bring more bows and arrows out, even if Shen-Gu cannot learn temporarily, they can also take out to frighten people. Unfortunately, he had no intention of exchanging such weapons of great destruction. In order to save backpack s.p.a.ce, he had to put them all in the warehouse.

I wonder if it's not long before we go out to war or fight with a big tribe.

Yuan Zhan whispered something to Meng. Meng's face a had a silly smile and he disappeared after a gust of wind.

”You call Jiu Feng and fly to the sky.” Yuan Zhan looked ahead and whispered to Yan Mo. Yan Mo is the last person he can rest a.s.sured of.

Yan Mo shook his head. ”Don't worry, it's not the most dangerous time yet.”

The Moer-Gan's people will not be mad enough to rush up together and fight with them without saying anything.

If they really want to fight, in order to ensure victory, they will invite the Water G.o.d to deal with Yuan Zhan. Otherwise, Yuan Zhan can pit most of them if he doesn't care about losses. The Moer-Gan, even if he employs manpower tactics, will only win miserably, and may eventually be run away by Yuan Zhan.

If he can't, he can release The Fruit of Witchcraft, but that's the last resort to save his life. It's about whether his son can be born smoothly in the future. He will never let The Fruit of Witchcraft get b.l.o.o.d.y easily until the most critical moment.

”No, you should call Jiu Feng first.” Yuan Zhan insisted. He didn't know what the blood ability of The Moer-Gan was, or what the witchcraft of The Priest would be. Jiu Feng was there, and he was relieved.

”Jie-!” Familiar barks came from afar.

Yan Mo laughed. “It's here without my calling.

That's why he didn't call Jiu Feng, because he guessed that Jiu Feng might have gone to play with the Water G.o.d Tian-Wu again.

Jiu Feng approached here, indicating that the Water G.o.d was also invited by the Moer-Gan People.

”Come on!” Yuan Zhan didn't look behind him. He seemed to believe in Shen-Gu's ability or maybe because he didn't care about that thousand people?

First came the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

Their appearance is very confusing, many people still have blood on their bodies, they carried nothing with them, only grabbing weapons to rush towards this side.

Hei Qi, was carrying a man on his back, rushed to Yan Mo with tears on his face, staggered one by one breath, bent his legs, fell down, and shouted hoa.r.s.ely and exhaustively, ”Help us! The Moer-Gan People wants to kill us!”

Qing Lu and others gasped for breath, but approached and shouted, ”We are the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, and we are not enemies! The Moer-Gan People wanted to take our salt mountain and turn all my Tribesmen into slaves. Our elder knew that the elder escaped to report to us and was killed by the cruel and greedy The Moer-Gan People! Please let us pa.s.s. The Salt Mountain Tribesmen will be reward you in the future if they don't die!”

Yan Mo guessed that they are panting like this its probably because they run all the way and shouted the same words whenever they meet someone.

Yuan Zhan's eyes moved slightly. The Salt Mountain Tribesmen were not fools. They had to find an excuse to escape. Now the Moer-Gan's pursuit of them became an unreasonable party.

Usually everyone doesn't care about this. Whoever cares about you or not will beat you if he wants to hit you with a big fist. But now, unlike in the past, the Moer-Gan are holding various ethnics in the market. Everything that happens here will be seen by other tribes and those tribes will tell other tribes.

At this time, the reason for the war is very important.

Yan Mo had thought about this for a long time. He didn't want to be punished by The Guide. He wanted to instruct them to do something in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen tent. But he was not able to say it voluntarily because of the supervision of The Guide. He didn't realize that someone in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen had thought of it. Neither did he help the Salt Mountain Tribesmen but the result was the same.

Now that the Salt Mountain Tribesmen have become a forced party, the Jiu Yuan will be a good man defending for the weak.

Behind the Salt Mountain Tribesmen was the Moer-Gan People who came after them.

The leader was Qi Hao, who seemed so angry that he shouted from afar, ”Don't let them go! I'm going to kill them all!”

Qi Hao still has a lot of warriors behind him, but maybe it's because he's in a hurry and there aren't many people.

Behind the Moer-Gan were other Tribesmen who came to see the bustle on the War Beasts and others.

These men and The Moer-Gan People saw from a distance a murderous squadron of warriors in the riverside clearing, and more warriors on the Highlands behind the squadron were looking at it with weapons in hand.

Many people know that The Jiu Yuan People bought a lot of war slaves, but they were shocked to see how quickly they incorporated them and equipped them with skin armors and weapons.

In fact, only these 500 spearmen had leather armor, which was Yan Mo's last stock. He also took these leather armor in order to get the market exchange. Yuan Zhan disagreed, and they temporarily traded a large number of slaves. He left these skin leather armors behind. Now letting these slaves wear them, and they can bluff people in their momentum.

Qi Hao saw the square and gave a cold hum. What if they had leather and weapons? He was not afraid of these low-ranking war slaves.

There was only one person he feared, the tall warrior standing in front of the slaves, and the only one he knew, except those from The Three Cities, was probably a high-ranking divine-blood warrior over 6th Rank!

As for the Priest, the young man next to the high ranking warrior, who can only make bone objects, Qi Hao doesn't believe that he can do other witchcraft besides bone-making! __________

Qi Hao is not afraid of witchcraft, because he is a 6th Rank G.o.d-blood warrior. He is used to bullying others on this land, and because he is the only one of the Moer-Gan who has been favored by the Water G.o.d and who has not yet been eaten by the Water G.o.d, his position in front of the Priest is also different.

I don't know if it's because he's in close contact with The Water G.o.d. He's also the only person besides The Priest who can approach and comfort The Water G.o.d. Even when The Water G.o.d is in a good mood, he can ask The Water G.o.d to do something for him.

So he was not afraid of the Jiu Yuan at all. Even after knowing that the Jiu Yuan was the tribe that provided Qi Yuan with red salt, he wanted to seize the territory of the Jiu Yuan.

Before he came, Cai Yu had sent a letter to Qi Shui DRen asking him to invite the Water G.o.d DRen. Now they are in the back and will soon be arriving with more people.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen shouted for us to pa.s.s, but they ran to the Jiu Yuan People and stopped running, bent over and panted.

Yan Mo turned his eyes from them and finally threw them on Qing Ze, who was carried by Hei Qi.

Qing Ze's back looks like a knife had been cutting through it. Blood dyed his fur coat black. Hei Qi stood there for a moment, and a lot of blood had dripped to the ground.

Yan Mo went to Hei Qi, reached out to Qing Ze's neck and felt his pulse. Soon, he quickly ordered, ”Put the man down. Let me see.”

Hei Qi gasped and returned sadly, ”The Elder is dead...”

Yan Mo, ”He's not dead yet! But if you don't put him down again, he'll bleed to death soon! ”

Hei Qi was shocked and shouted to Qing Lu and others to put Qing Ze carefully on the ground from his back.

Ding Fei flew to their former camp without being told to come and fetch a bucket of clean water.

Yan Mo gave him a complimentary look.

Ding Fei grinned with joy. Dda see, Mo-Mo remembers.

Besides the big wound on his back, Qing Ze also suffered a lot of injuries in front of him, such as when someone is in a fierce struggle with multiple people.

Yan Mo asked Hei Qi and others to remove Qing Ze's fur and see Qing Ze's back wound. Suddenly, he frowned.

This wound is not like a knife cut, the knife cut will be smooth, but now he saw this, not only the edge of the wound is not even, there are many residual burrs in the wound.

The wound will be treated later first he had to stop bleeding.

Yan Mo thought about the wound caused by the weapon and pulled out twelve gold needles in quick succession.

Yan Mo took out a clean sheet and laid it on the floor. Qing Ze, who had slightly scrubbed the wound, put it on the sheet.

The wound behind is the heaviest and must be solved first.

Yan Mo took out another leather bag and opened it with a set of surgical tools made of bone materials.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen stared so wide that they forgot what Qing Ze had told them to say.

Not only the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, but also DHe and others were curious to see these strange surgical tool for the first time.

Not to mention the warriors standing in the front row, but they are a little far away, cannot see clearly, and they dare not be distracted, can only steal curiosity in their hearts.

Yan Mo asked Ding Fei to help him blow the fire folder and sterilize the surgical tool with fire. He saw no signs of poisoning in the wound, so he clamped the burrs out of the wound with a clip.

Ding Fei was also afraid of Dda's troublemaking, but Dda just squatted beside him and looked at the scene with a very serious expression. Every time he saw Yan Mo start, his eyes would be particularly bright and stare with care.

Burrs are difficult to deal with and time is needed. As soon as Yan Mo gets busy, he becomes absorbed and throws all the fighting behind him.

Sweat came out of his forehead. Ding Fei often followed him and saw how Cao Ting did it. He took out his handkerchief and gently pressed it on his forehead.