107 Chapter 107

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date="2021-01-16"

title="107 Chapter 107 "

weight="124740"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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"Nine Winds, you came to help me a lot." Yan Mo piled up all the praised words on Jiufeng for free.

Even if Jiufeng didn't understand most of it, he knew that its little two-legged monster was complimenting him, squatted down happily, put his head on the back of the earth chair, and made a grunting sound in his throat.

"Wait later, you can play around here, but be careful of human attacks, don't care about me, do whatever you want."

"Jie Jie." Those two tender meats are for you, don't feed them to other two-legged monsters.

"Okay, but there are too many for two. I eat the tenderest part and throw all the other leftovers to them."

Jiufeng tilted his head and listened to silently explain to it the meaning of the scraps, and understood, it was the part that silently did not like to eat. And it often leaves the undesirable parts in place, allowing other beasts and birds to share their food.

"Gurulu." Yes, we threw them all we don't eat.

Yan Mo laughed, and the change happened at this moment.

Below, Gui nodded to Dahe, Dahe and another soldier stepped forward and grabbed the old priest's arm.

"Master Qiushi was furious by the mountain and took him to the tent to recover from his injuries."

"Yes."

"Her!" The old priest glared at him, and at the same time shouted at the two Dahe: "How dare you? Let me go!"

Dahe and the soldier didn't change any movement or expression, and the four hands clung to the old priest's arm.

Qiuning wanted to shout something, but was dragged aside by a soldier behind him covering his mouth.

Several elders wanted to speak, but they looked around coldly and closed their mouths.

The old priest trembled with anger. Sure enough, once the chief was gone, Gui could no longer control as he expected, and his prestige among the fighters was too high, even surpassing him. Maybe, he really can't let the chief die, at least the current chief can still listen to him, and he is a member of the Heiyuan tribe.

The old priest's idea that he didn't want the priests of other tribes to touch the chieftain of his tribe has been shaken, but at this moment, Xi walked in front of him and whispered a word in his ear.

Yuan Zhan's ears moved slightly, and he raised his head to look at Yan Mo who was whispering to Jiufeng on the earth platform. Yan Mo seemed to feel something and looked down at him.

The eyes of the two met, and they seemed to understand something.

The old priest suddenly snorted.

Gui stared at the old priest for a while, making sure that he had acquiesced in permission, and immediately signaled to the two Dahe, and the two soldiers immediately let go of the old priest and retreated to the side.

Dahe looked up at the white-headed boy on the soil platform with mixed feelings. He had heard that the little slave died silently, and the ancestor priest above just looked a little like that little slave, but he still couldn't help wondering if the two were the same person. Isn't that little slave also a priest and disciple of the Salt Mountain tribe? He will also heal and save people. Maybe Zhan is lying, maybe...

Dahe lowered his head, if it weren't for Xiao Mo, he wouldn't be able to be a fighter again, let alone survive this winter.

The old priest clenched the scepter and turned around to leave, but he turned back when he was turning around. He wanted to use the scepter to point to Yan Mo on the earth platform, but after seeing Nine Winds, the scepter drooped and pointed to the ferocious face with a gloomy face Said: "If the priest can't save the chief, what should I say?"

"What are you talking about?" Yuan Zhan's narrow eyes were lifted, and his entire face became very fierce. "If it weren't for me to plead with Silence, Silence would not come here. Look at Master Qiushi, Shan Jiufeng is about to carry Silent left! Do you want to save the chief? What do you say if you can't save the chief, what about you?"

Gui didn't say anything, only one step closer to the old priest. Dahe and another soldier also immediately followed the old priest a step closer.

"You guys! Good! Good!" The old priest trembled with anger again, looked at the ferocious, and then turned to look at the two warriors with the same ill-faced faces behind him. He pounded the scepter and turned away.

Gui winked at Dahe, Dahe knew, and followed the old priest with the soldier beside him.

The soldiers parted the road and watched in silence as the old priest strode back into the valley, Qiuning also chased after him.

Hui cleaned up his expression, raised his head and looked at the soil platform, and said loudly, "Master Mo, can the exchange we said before continue?"

The original warrior touched the soil platform, and the soil platform lowered a little bit. When his feet touched the ground, Yan Mo stood up from the soil chair, "I speak, but your people don't want me to save your chief."

"This problem has been solved, Lord Mo, our chief is already waiting for you!" Shao gave way.

Nine Winds didn't know the situation was urgent. It watched the earth platform lowered, and "poofed" a wind blade at Yuan Zhan. It now knew that this strange thing must be caused by this biped.

Yuanzhan staggered away from the wind blade, and the wind blade fell to the ground, cutting a deep gap in the ground long by a ruler.

The soldiers didn't know what happened at first.

Until Jiufeng "pupupupu" vomited several wind blades to Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan dodged one by one, patiently not rushing to attack the smelly bird.

The soldiers looked at the deep scratches that fell on the ground, and they were shocked. The Mountain Master was so amazing!

Yan Mo knew that Jiufeng was playing around and smiled at it. If Nine Winds really wanted to hurt people, the old priest would have died long ago, and Yuan Zhan would not dodge so easily.

Jiufeng smiled silently at him when he saw it, thinking that he was silently happy that it did so, and the more proud he was, he directly hit Yuanzhan.

"puff!"

Yuanzhan turned back on a volley and barely avoided the wind blade. He was also angry, and the soil on the soil platform arched up and grabbed the claws of Jiufeng.

"Jie!" Jiufeng broke free from the soil and flew into the air. Its figure was too large. Once it vacated, there was no way to stand around.

The soldiers evaded one after another.

Gululu, fun! Come to fight, come to fight! See how you hold my foot this time!

"A’Zhan, you play with Jiufeng for a while, and I will save people." Yan Moren smiled.

"Don't think about it!" This term was originally learned, and it originated from the word of his family priest's refusal to change his tribal rule suggestion in the past few nights-he requested that the tribal rule should add the rule that the priest must be married to the leader.

Gui frustrated and looked at them anxiously.

Yan Mo also knows that saving people is like fighting a fire. If the chief is really breathless, he cannot really come back to life. Once the chief dies, it is not impossible for some of his plans to go on, but it will become a lot of trouble. A hundred warriors of the original tribe are probably not as useful as saving them a chief.

"Nine Winds!" Yan Mo pointed to the sky.

Jiufeng tilted his head and flew up to the top of the valley with a "Jie", silently agreeing to it, and let it rub against it tomorrow.

Standing on the tallest tree at the top of the valley, Nine Winds looked down at the little two-legged monsters in the valley. It looked at its huge body again, and suddenly thought, if it can grow bigger, it will grow bigger. Just get smaller when it gets smaller, so that it can stop on top of silent head, and go with him wherever it wants to go.

The sky darkened, and the soldiers gave a frightful order to light up the torches one by one.

Yan Mo told the eater bees to leave to find food, but the red wings and flying thorns still stayed on his shoulders.

Seeing the piranha bee flying away quickly, everyone in the valley exhaled in unison.

And the white-headed young man without those eater bees looked less terrifying than just now.

After a while, other non-combatants hiding deep in the valley saw the warrior chiefs holding torches, and the two of them walked toward here quickly.

The old priest had returned here, standing beside the chief, with a cold face not knowing what he was thinking.

Many fires have been lit in this clearing, and several torches have been inserted in the clearing not far from Chief Shao.

Qiuning was depressed. He was scolded by the old priest just now. He was in a bad mood. He also shouted a few times to the slave girl who took care of the chieftain: "Where did you go? Didn't you let you take care of the chieftain? If something happens to the chieftain , You have to die too!"

Dahe watched coldly at the two men playing awe-inspiring against the slave.

Kusmachi ignored Qiuning. She was going crazy. Many injuries needed her to take care of. With so few people in Guli, she couldn't be too busy. Although her focus was on caring for the chief, she looked at so many people in pain. can’t bear to just watch and don’t help. At any rate, can help scrubbing and washing, so that the wound will not continue to be infected as Xiao Mo said.

In the past, she never had the opportunity to approach the chief, but now there are not enough slaves in the tribe, and she is the only one who is careful, can take care of people, and knows a little about herbal medicine. The old priest didn’t agree to let her take care of the chief at first, but Master Ying insisted, and the old priest and Qiuning also had to do a lot of other things. They didn’t have time to take care of the chief, and the chief had already... Finally she was sent to the chief. Around.

She also heard that Zhan was back, but she couldn't leave the chief and run to the front to see. She could only keep thinking when she was busy: Master Zhan is still alive, what about Xiao Mo?

Yan Mo saw Kusachi who was rubbing people's body from afar.

Seeing this gentle and kind-hearted woman, Yan Mo's lips had a gentle smile. If there were anyone in the Yuanji tribe who made him worry, it would probably only be Cao Ding.

Whether it’s the eagle or the mountain and river brothers, they are kind to him because he is useful, but Cao Ting treats him sincerely, although she was only asked by her master to take care of her at first. The level of a person can be divided from one to ten. Kusatsu can only do 10% to him, but in fact, he has given 12% of his sincerity.

Gui did not know that Yan Ye knew about Cao Ding, and when he saw him staring at the female slave, he said directly: "She is Cao Ding, very good at taking care of people. I have seen that the wounded and sick under her care are recovering faster than others. And she died less. She knew a lot, not worse than Qiuning, the priest's disciple."

Of course, I taught it! Yan Mo smiled. Although he didn't teach Kusama much because of time, there is absolutely no problem with the knowledge that Kusama can be a caretaker in this primitive world. Maybe sometimes Kusama can perform better than some chaotic priests. Some of his fragmentary scum value was reduced, many of which were probably contributed by Kusachi.

As soon as the carving step moved, he felt the meaning of ferociousness. If the white-headed boy fancy Cao Ting, Xi will surely give it to him. But he didn't want it. Kusiding was his woman. He hadn't regarded Kusiding as a slave for a long time. If Yu had to give Kusiding to the white-headed boy, then he would follow him.

Hearing the sound of steps, Kusachi raised his head subconsciously.

drink! What happened? Why are all the warrior leaders here?

Kusmachi's eyes naturally fell on the two men who were embraced by the warrior leader.

That is……? !

Kusmachi stood up, tears streaming down her eyes.

Everyone thinks that Kusatsu is like this when they see the battle, but the eagle, Dahe, and the hunter all know who Kusatsu really sees. They also know that some of the herbal medicines that Kusatsu knows and the knowledge of caring for the wounded Where did it come from? Because of these, Kusatsu will be taken seriously, and she can be taken as a slave to escape when the tribe is invaded.

Yan Mo walked to the animal skins padded with hay, ignoring the old priest and others who were also standing beside the chief, looked down at the chief's situation, and smiled at Cao Ding: "You are taking good care of it."

Yan Mo didn't tell lies, looking at the chieftain's face and the naked/exposed wounds, this one was obviously in the dying situation, but there was neither an unpleasant smell of suppuration or corruption nor a lot of flies around him. He buzzed around, which shows that the people taking care of him are very diligent and the wounds are treated appropriately.

Kusachi's lips trembled, and she wanted to call out the name of Mo.

The white-headed boy put his finger to his lips. Kusachi understood the meaning of this gesture and smiled with tears. Xiao Mo is still alive, so good!

Yan Mo turned his head to face Yuan Zhan and said, "Don't let anyone approach me."

Yuan Zhan looked at the ferocious, nodded ferociously, and a circle of soldiers came up to surround the clearing.

Gui looked at the old priest again, and the old priest only stepped back two steps, "I must watch here!"

Yuan Zhan stood beside Yan Mo, he would not let anyone approach his silent step.

All the warrior chiefs and elders did not leave. The chief’s wife and children also came out. The chief’s woman was a very quiet and seldom talker. She held a baby who could only chew his fingers, and stood beside the elders. The man laying on the hides, eyes tired and sad.

Others may be proud of their man being a chief, but she just feels tired.

Because her man is a chief, when the tribe lacks food, their children are always the first to be pushed out and eaten. The first time she begged, the second time she struggled, the third, the fourth... Gradually, she became numb, and she didn't want to have another child, but she still had a fifth child.

Sometimes she looks at a man who is about to die and thinks, if he dies, will her child live?

No one knew what the chief's wife was thinking, and Yan Mo sat down beside the chief.

Kuomachi was shocked, and she didn't realize it until now. Why do the warrior chiefs look at Xiao Mo with awe? Did they know that Xiao Mo would have some strange ways to save people?

And... why did Xiao Mo's hair all turn white?

Cao Ting didn't care much about Yan Mo's slightly vicissitudes of appearance. The people here are like this. Life is tired and difficult, and there is not enough food. People will easily get old.

"He was seriously injured and was about to die. It was probably the matter of these two days." Yan Mo said to Gui, turning his head.

The old priest sneered disdainfully. Everyone has known this kind of thing for a long time. I don't believe it. If the chief is like this, you can save people back!

Gui was not disappointed, he just asked: "Can you save it?"

Yan Mo also only answered one word: "Yes."

All fighters are ecstatic!

The old priest's eyes widened, impossible, this man is lying!

"I said, I need to pay a great price to save people, and your chief is so injured and dead, I can't heal him all at once."

"Of course." Gui said immediately. He didn't expect the white-headed boy to restore the chief to his pre-injured appearance. "As long as you can keep our chief alive, as long as he can stand up again, I will give it to you. slave."

Yan Mo smiled, "I like to make the conditions clear before I do something, so as not to prevent everyone from arguing afterwards."

He could not ask for slaves and he could also make the people of the original tribe grateful to him and voluntarily offer slaves to him, but he didn’t think it was necessary. It would be better to make a clear transaction so that he would have to spend a lot of time on what he was not good at. Intrigue.

Gui understood and asked: "How many slaves do you want?"

"For the first rescue, I want a hundred healthy soldiers and a hundred healthy women."

"No!" The old priest flatly refused before he spoke, "You greedy hyena, the tribe doesn't have so many warriors and women for you."

Yan Mo wasn't angry either, and only asked, "So, do you think your chiefs are not worth the exchange of two hundred people?"

Can the old priest say it's not worth it? He can't say, he can only look at the other elders and warrior leaders, and ask with a gloomy face: "Do you agree with this exchange?"

Hui finally asked Yan Mo once: "Can you really save our chief?"

If it was Yan Mo from the previous life, he would have turned his face and left when he was repeatedly questioned and questioned by the patient's family, but now he has endured it and replied again with a smile: "Yes."

"Okay!" stubbornly agreed: "I will give you a hundred soldiers and a hundred women!"

"Very well, the second rescue. If you need it, we will talk about it." Yan Mo was simply satisfied with the tyrant. He hated bargaining. The old priest obviously wanted to keep the "price" down, but the tyrant did not cooperate with him. ,This is good.

The transaction price was negotiated, and Yan Mo didn't play any mystery. He directly held the right hand of the chief.

Seeing the white-headed boy holding the chief's hand, bowing his head and closing his eyes, he stopped talking, and the scene became extremely quiet.

But soon, someone exclaimed, Qiuning who was closer.

This young boy couldn't control his emotions at all. He had been staring at the white-headed boy and saw with his own eyes that his face had become old a little bit.

Yan Mo's change was seen by everyone standing around him. Even if someone couldn't see his face, the boy's gradual withering body also showed that he was violently consumed.

Yuan Zhan was uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he didn't want to stare at Yan Mo again, but he forced himself to watch.

Every time Yan Mo blessed others, he felt that his heart was constantly being pricked by something sharp. He didn't want his silent blessing to others, including him.

Yan Mo was crying in his heart at this time.

If the vitality of a person is counted as one hundred, there is probably only 0.1 left in the chief trench. He "blesses" the trench, which is different from blessing other people. Although the same is a blessing, many people can't use it. How much life force he uses, but the trench actually costs 50% of his maximum life force.

Don't say such a blessing five times a day, that is, once a day can make him suffer for a whole day. This consumes half of his life force at once. Although it is not a real consumption, the pain is real.

"Ah! Chief him, he..." The carving pointed at the chief's body, speaking incoherently.

Not only eagles, but also the old priest, everyone who stared at the chief found a strange sight that they could not imagine.

The wounds in the Chiefs' Trenches were healed. Although the light of the torches was not as good as the day, they could still see the color of the blackened and rotting wounds changing rapidly, and they could also see the dirty black liquid flowing out of the wounds, gradually becoming brighter. red.

When the blood turns red, the wounds are gathered more quickly, as if the snow surface that was scratched with a knife was suddenly smoothed by hand. After the wounds are gathered, they become a red mark, and the red mark fades a little , Soon couldn't even see the red marks, and the wound seemed to have never existed.

The swelling of the bruises and purple internal bleeding is subsiding, and the bluish-purple traces are quickly dissipated.

It is amazing that all the new wounds that would damage the trenches disappeared, but the old wounds on his body still exist, as if the healer knew not to waste his life on those harmless old wounds.

What Yan Mo did was completely beyond the imagination of these people. They thought that the white-headed boy could at best wake up the chief, but they didn't expect him to do that!

This is not the power of mortals at all, this is the real power!

The old priest lowered his head, he didn't want to admit it, but the power displayed by the other party was clearly power.

Kusmachi is confused, is this person really Xiao Mo?

The warrior chiefs put their right fists on their left chests almost at the same time. They didn't think as much as the old priest, they just saw the white-headed boy exchanging his life for the life of the chief! They even thought that with such power and price, two hundred slaves are really not much.

"Huh-!" The chieftain suddenly let out a long exhalation sound.

"Chief!" More than a dozen shouts sounded at the same time.

The people on the periphery did not know the situation inside, and many people heard the shouts and even thought that the chief had gone to see his mother.

But soon they heard huge cheers.

"The chief is awake! The chief is alive!" Excited cheers spread across the valley like waves.

The people of the Yuanji tribe were all happy and crazy. Many soldiers jumped up yelling and shouting. The women cried on the spot, and the valley was full of joy.

Hao opened his eyes and saw the white-haired man holding his hand.

"Are you awake? Very good." The white-haired man laughed hoarsely at him.

Hao sat up slowly, the old priest wanted to come over, but was stopped by the river.

Xiu walked to the front of the trench, knelt on one knee, his eyes flushed and said: "Chief!"

"I just thought I saw Gamoda." Hao let out a bold laugh, and instead of shaking off the gray-haired hand, he squeezed it.

It's very comfortable, so that he is full of strength, it is like he is immersed in warm, gentle and powerful force. Although he has never experienced what kind of power the power is, he feels that what he feels now is the power.

"Who are you?" Hao lowered his voice involuntarily and asked the white-haired man.

The white-haired man smiled at him, and his body suddenly fell backward.

Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo, holding him in his arms like a child, letting his head rest on his shoulders. With this contact, Mo had to bless him once again, but he did not consume much energy today. Instead of letting Mo lie on the cold ground alone, or letting other people accidentally touch him, it would be better for him to hold him. .

Hui stood up, faced Yan Mo, pounded the ground heavily with a wooden spear, and simultaneously yelled out: "Oh!"

"Huh!" The other warrior leaders watched Yan Mo shout loudly at the same time, and at the same time threw the wooden spear to the ground.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The same shouts and the same actions spread from row to row among the soldiers, until all the soldiers in Quangu joined the act.

Yuan Zhan looked at the soldiers with Yan Mo in his arms. He knew that this was the warriors of the Yuanji tribe showing their greatest respect to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo lay on Yuan Zhan's shoulders and said weakly, "Let them stop yelling. If they have that strength, they will roast the roe deer sent by Jiufeng and starve me to death!"