Chapter 452 Injury
The flames in the fire pit danced brightly and dimly, as if reflecting the mood of the owner of the house at this time.
The chief of the Blood Ox Tribe looked at the flames with a livid face.
He is so angry and sad in his heart now, as well as a huge worry that is uncontrollable.
A straw curtain separates a small area in the innermost part of the chief's longhouse.
There were sounds similar to animals coming from inside, including the howls of ice wolves, the roars of black-spotted tigers, and the chirping of birds.
If you are here and don’t know the truth, you must think that Chief Asoye keeps a lot of animals in the house.
However, this is not the case. The one who makes the cry is an ancient profession among the orcs - shaman. By simulating the sounds of various animals, they communicate with the spirit of the wilderness - the oldest profession believed by the orcs. Gods - communicate at a spiritual level to ask for grace to grant them transcendental power, or so they say.
On the other side of the straw curtain, the shamans imitated animal sounds and danced strange dances.
Asouye wanted to break in and ask how his son was doing now, but he never dared to make any move. He was afraid that his recklessness would offend the gods. The shamans asked before starting the ceremony. He was warned repeatedly.
Just two days ago, his son Gunther was carried back to the Blood Ox Tribe.
At that time, they were panting and panicking, as if they had just lost a battle - only later did they learn that they had indeed lost a battle.
Asuoye almost fainted the moment he saw his son.
Gunther's arm was bandaged tightly, but judging from the large blood stains and his pale face, Asoye knew that his son was seriously injured.
At that time, Gunther could barely stand up on his own. In addition to him, several other soldiers also suffered similar injuries.
Under his stern and cold eyes, the son and his men trembled as they recounted the cause and effect, pointing out that their injuries were caused by an evil wand.
The chief of the Blood Cow Tribe was filled with anger. If his son hadn't been seriously injured, he would have picked up a big stick and taught this bastard a lesson.
Now he doesn't know how to be angry.
Just when he was thinking about how to punish Gunther and his men, something bad happened, their injuries began to worsen.
The first symptom of the deterioration of the injury was that the affected area began to swell and ooze pus. Later, the body became hot and the forehead became increasingly hot.
The orcs have a very good physique and are easily immune to colds and fevers. But now...
That night, two strong warriors did not get through and were summoned by the spirit of the wilderness.
Worst of all, one of the people with the fever was his son Gunther.
......
The sound of the longhouse door being opened reached his ears, interrupting Chief Asoye's thoughts.
It was his loyal bodyguard Ye Erye.
Asouye didn't even raise his head, and asked feebly: "How are the others?"
Ye'erye shook his head: "Master Chief, two people made it through temporarily. , the body began to gradually subside, and others... are still not optimistic. "
He reached into the pocket of his clothes, took out something, and reached out to Asoye. Open your palms in front of you.
The chief of the Blood Bull Tribe stared carefully at the palm of Ye Erye's hand, and he found that it was some metal pieces.
"What the hell are these?"
Asouye picked up one of them and put it in front of his eyes.
Yerye said: "It was taken out from the bodies of those injured soldiers."
This thing sent his son and the soldiers to the edge of life and death. ?
Ye Erye said: "I have identified them and they are all made of lead. According to the descriptions of the people who came back, I guess that the wand should be a weapon similar to a slingshot, and these things ..." He shook his palms, "It's the projectile fired by the slingshot."
"Master Chief, they are very terrifying projectiles. Although they look like a hole in the skin from the outside, the damage they cause inside the body is extremely cruel."
"I understand!"
Asouye looked at his guards, "Help me take care of those soldiers, please." "Yes, Chief!"
Ye'erye bowed and saluted. Then left the longhouse.
Asouye continued to sit next to the fire pit, staring blankly at the flames.
"Lord Chief!"
The voice he had been waiting for finally came.
The three shamans lifted the curtain and came to Asouye's side.
"Lord Gunther's condition has been temporarily suppressed, and the heat in his body is no longer increasing. However..."
A "but" pulled Asoye back from the edge of ecstasy.
“But what?”
“This is only temporary after all. If you want Master Gunther to get better completely, you have to... you have to...”
Ah Sawyer frowned: "Don't hesitate in front of me."
"His injured arm must be completely amputated."
Asoye was furious, "What? Then my son will become a cripple. Do you know what this means?"
The leading shaman bravely said: "There is no other way, although He lost an arm, but Lord Gunther can save his life. If he is reluctant to part with this arm, he may..."
Asouye nodded in pain.
"Well, now that you have made this judgment, let's do it according to your suggestions."
The shaman saluted him and retreated to prepare.
Asoye came to his son's side. At this time, Gunther was unconscious and kept talking nonsense.
He looked at the wound on Gunther's left arm, and a big bloody hole appeared there. The area around the wound was wiped clean and appeared swollen.
There...is also a lead projectile in here?
He remembered what Ye Erye showed him.
The three shamans returned soon, bringing tools, the most conspicuous and frightening of which was...
Saw!
"Sir Chief, please allow me to tie Mr. Gunther up. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it when the operation starts later..."
Asouye listened. With a respectful gesture, he went out without saying a word.
The shamans tied up Gunther quickly and stuffed a special wooden stick into Gunther's mouth.
This is to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.
Gunther, who was in a state of confusion, seemed to feel something. He opened his cloudy eyes and saw the tools in the shaman's hands.
"Woo! No...Woo!"
He endured great pain and twisted, and his intuition told him what kind of fate he would face. He wanted to spit out the stick in his mouth, but he couldn't do it.
"Hold him! Hold him!"
The shaman holding the saw hurriedly instructed his companions, and Gunther soon became unable to move.
Asoye stood outside the longhouse, looking up at the stars in silence.
Soon, a long and tragic whisper came from the house...
(End of this chapter)