Chapter 444 The Hunt Begins, Leopard’s Mouth Rests for the Rest of His Life!

Wangshan is a dead horse.

Fortunately, the deer can't be killed by running away.

It took more than half a day to get from Grete's place, to the Black Crow Jungle, and then through the Black Crow Jungle into the hunting area. Fortunately, the Silver Moon Deer has a broad back, so Grete can sit on it however he wants, moving left, right, forward, and back and forth.

When you get tired of sitting, adjust your posture, and then continue reading on the deer's back...

Big hunting during Akula's time required more than one or two thousand men. In addition to the necessary personnel who stayed in the camp, all soldiers and spellcasters were mobilized. Throughout the winter, fresh animal meat, furs exchanged, animal sinews and bones used to make tools and medicinal materials, just look at this wave!

The soldiers scattered in all directions. With a radius of thousands of miles, the tribes that came to participate in Akula were large and small, numbering nearly a hundred, and the number of warriors gathered was more than two or three thousand. They took the tribe as a unit and formed a large circle from a distance according to the areas that had been divided in advance. Work together to drive the beast toward the center.

Gretel sat on the back of the Silver Moon Deer. After concentrating for a moment, he heard whimpering in the distance, one after another. The voice sounds a bit familiar, well, I seem to have heard it somewhere...

"They were blowing bark whistles to attract deer." Behind him, Bernard pointed into the distance and explained:

"There is a kind of tree in the Black Crow Jungle. You can peel off the bark and roll it into a whistle, and you can blow out the sound of a doe. A hunter who is good at playing the whistle can use the whistle to attract the buck, and other beasts will follow. Of course, if there is The powerful monster requires high-level warriors to take action..."

He pointed nearby. Gretel followed his directions and saw a group of barbarian warriors surrounding the elders not far away. All of them are tall and burly, with upright figures. Just standing there, a powerful aura rushes towards them.

Looking at their weapons, a small number of them carried bone rods and bone hammers, while the majority held steel axes and steel rods. The cold light shines brightly on each piece. Judging from the color of the steel and the patterns reflecting sunlight on the blade surface, it is obvious that they were made by dwarves.

Considering the barrenness of the great wilderness, being able to use weapons made by dwarves, it is obvious that these people are all outstanding warriors.

"How long will it take for the war to begin?" Grete sat up straight, stretched his neck and looked into the distance. Well, the big hunt is very interesting, but the lure roundup before the hunt is not good at all - there is no movement at all!

From his position, he could only hear the deer whistle and see the trees shaking in the distance. Occasionally, someone would use a long stick to lift a big messy piece of cloth and shake it hard twice, not knowing what it meant...

Do you want to give yourself the eagle eye technique? Or should we wait until the big hunt begins?

Just boring. Grete patted the back of the deer beneath him:

"Appa, let's go get some water!"

The Silver Moon Deer snorted, took him and Bernard and walked towards the creek not far away. Bernard originally named this new mount "Aparo" after borrowing the name of the ancient mythical beast. Gretel thought it was too long, so he cut off a section and called it Aparo.

The Silver Moon Deer didn't care. When Grete shouted, it came over wagging its tail, knelt down on all four legs and let Grete climb up. Bernard couldn't do anything against his boss, but Serira was laughing uncontrollably:

"Apa is a good name. When you ride it alone, if no one is there to control it, it can easily turn into - bang!"

"Cerella!!!"

No matter how much he was ridiculed, Appa himself accepted the new name. Grete gave the order, and it swayed to the edge of the stream and lowered its head to drink water. Bernard jumped down first, and Gretel cast a Feather Falling Technique on himself, floating to the ground.

Fetching water, setting up a stove, boiling, and throwing freezing rays are all done in one go. After filling his skin, Gretel poured himself a glass and drank slowly with his eyes narrowed. Halfway through the drink, there was a sudden loud sound in the trees on the other side, and a group of blood-stained soldiers rushed out of the dense forest.

"Black Clouded Leopard! It's Black Clouded Leopard!"

shouted the warrior at the front. Beside Gretel, the wind was blowing, and high-level soldiers had already rushed forward to meet them, attacking and rescuing others. The next moment, in the dense forest, there were roars, roars, and shouts, branches were broken, and trunks collapsed.

Grete poured the water in the cup onto the ground and turned towards the wounded. Within a few steps, Appa rushed over with rapid hooves. Bernard picked him up and flew onto the deer, with the wind whistling in his ears. When he stopped again, he was already standing on the edge of the elders.

In front of them, there were soldiers who had just come out of the dense forest. There were five of them in total, all of them injured.

The skin of the lightest one was rolled up, with a row of four claw marks on its body, almost reaching the bone; the other leg had a piece of deerskin stuck in it, and the blood was dripping, staining the entire thigh; the other arm, chest, and back were covered with blood. …

The heaviest one had half of his arm bitten off. He lay on top of the soldier who came out first and was already unconscious.

The healers were busy collectively. If his elders are present, he will treat his own warriors; if his elders are not present, the elder Brock of the host tribe will take care of it with his two apprentices. Those who clean the wounds, those who chant, those who apply medicine.

The effects of the treatment are immediate. Soon, the rolled flesh of the one with the least injury had returned to its original shape, the claw marks disappeared, and the skin healed; the thigh of the one with the injured leg was smooth; the wound of the one with blood all over his body had at least stopped bleeding.

The soldiers were lying on the ground with pale faces, their faces full of weakness, and their eyes were already glowing:

Their task of luring out a high-level monster has been completed. If they go back this time, they will definitely get the best loot!

Only the soldier with a broken arm looked desperate. The elders of his tribe had treated him, and the bleeding was stopped at the fracture, and he was even covered with a new layer of skin, so his life was safe. However, the severed limb hangs empty by his side. He can no longer make a fist, can no longer wield the tomahawk, and can no longer fight with it...

He is useless!

He is useless!

"Elder..."

he shouted tremblingly. In front of him, the middle-aged spellcaster wearing deerskin and antlers shook his head bitterly.

"I can't...Sev, I can't reattach the severed limb..."

The deer-antler priest turned to look at the center of the elder group. In the entire Akula, he had only heard of Elder Brock performing the spell to restore severed limbs once. However, even Elder Brock would have to pay a huge price for using such a high-level spell once!

Sevi is only an intermediate warrior, and the hunt has just begun. Elder Brock cannot possibly treat him!

"You can't... you can't..."

Sevi raised his head blankly, his face pale. He looked at the busy casters one by one from left to right, but no one responded to his expectations:

No one can save him!

No one can cure him!

Without an arm, he could only fight with his left arm, greatly reducing his value to the tribe. Of course, the tribe would not abandon him and drive him into the wilderness, but apart from survival, he would not be able to obtain more resources...

There will no longer be enough high-quality food to maintain his physical strength and combat effectiveness. His strength will soon decline, and in a year or two at most, he can only do low-end jobs like watching cattle, herding sheep, and patrolling with low-level warriors.

His wife will no longer be able to partake of the rich, soft animal skins and the beautiful shells tangled in her temples;

His son will be able to join the hunting team next year and will no longer get the steel knife he has been waiting for for so long;

His little daughter, he once promised to bring her a colorful headband when she came back from Akula...

The young man with a broken arm began to cry. All around, the comrades who came back with him and the high-level soldiers who were guarding the elders all looked at him with regret, but no one came forward to persuade him.

——What can you advise?

What can you do to help him?

Life in the wilderness is so difficult... No tribe can afford to feed an extra mouth!

Sevi fell to the ground and cried bitterly. Crying, he grabbed the severed arm wrapped in his arms and smashed it on the ground:

"Bring it back for what! What for!"

In order to snatch the severed arm from the Black Clouded Leopard's mouth, the captain was caught bleeding and his body was covered with wounds...

The bloody broken arm fell down and was about to reach the ground, but suddenly stopped. Then, it hung in the air, floating up, up, up...

Sevi's hair stood on end. Even though he knew that there was a spell caster, the strange sight in front of him still made him tremble. Immediately, a young human walked over quickly and looked at the severed arm. After a moment, he raised his hand to himself and asked softly:

"How long have you been injured?"

It's amazing that I can actually understand what he said. Sevi had no intention of being surprised by this, and answered tremblingly:

"A...a meal or so?"

Fighting, fleeing, severe pain, he was really not sure how much time had passed - it seemed like a year, or it seemed like only a blink of an eye. Will he be dissatisfied with this answer? Do you feel that the time is too long and your arms can’t pick it up?

Sure enough, the human spellcaster opposite seemed to frown in dissatisfaction. Sevi held his breath nervously:

Even though he came from a distant border, he knew that a human healer came to Akula this time. Bunker's stomach was broken due to a gambling fight, and it was the human who cured it. It is said that many elders could not do this...

Can he reattach his arm?

Is he willing to treat himself?

"I...can I still reattach my arm?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Grete checked the severed limb in his hand and was surprised to find that the limb still retained a lot of activity. He squatted down, looked straight at the armless warrior opposite, and answered seriously:

"Let me explain first that the wound on your broken arm has healed and your life has been saved. I can try to reconnect your broken arm, but if the effect is not good, it may affect your life safety - even so, you can Do you want me to try it?"

"I do! Of course I do!" Sevi was so surprised that he was almost incoherent. He used his good arm to support the ground, got up from his knees, and grabbed Grete's clothes:

"Sir! Please pick it up for me! Please..."

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Aparo is another name for Malorne, well...

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