"Buy some clothes and food for the soldiers. It's not a solution to wander like this. I'll discuss with your young master before making a decision. There are a few gold bricks here, which can be exchanged for tens of millions of gold coins, so use it first." Jia Lan frowned, still thinking about Yun Kong's injuries.

"Thank you, Miss Jialan," Yunqiang choked up a little. Although he knew that Jialan and his master were classmates and comrades-in-arms, he didn't expect that he would be so generous. With this money, his soldiers could safely spend the deadly winter in the nearby city and wait for the spring.

"No need to thank you, how many soldiers do you have under your command?" Jia Lan asked.

He just accepted Jia Lan's wealth. Now Yun Qiang has trusted Jia Lan very much, so he revealed his current situation: "There are still about 10,000 people in the direct army, but only a few hundred people with fighting spirit and magic, so his combat power is not good. The quality of soldiers in the side system is even worse, and they look like two thousand people."

Jialan thought silently. Such a huge number of people was beyond her expectations. Even in Al Jin City, it would be difficult to accommodate so many soldiers. What's more, they provide their food and daily life. This is a problem.

While talking, the group came to a leeward valley, with hundreds of tents standing here. The tent at the bottom was obviously larger, so naturally it was only the residence of Yun Kong. Jialan went in that direction.

"Miss Jia Lan, the main tent is here." Yun Qiang said, pointing to a dilapidated tent next to him.

"Ah? Isn't that big one the main account?"

"Miss I don't know that it was the main account, but the young master gave it to the patients because the tent was warmer, so he felt wronged here." Yun Qiang showed admiration in his expression. Jia Lan also nodded secretly. When life and death, soldiers can still be the most important thing. The king's aura is nothing more than that. This is the person who does big things.

"Young master, who's coming?" Yun Qiang rushed in excitedly. Jialan then lowered her head and entered the simple and short tent. An unbearable musty smell immediately made her frown.

A tall body lies on the bed, but because of long-term hard work, it is completely different from the lively Yukong before. His deep eye sockets and blood-colored face, his chest is irregularly undulating, and it seems that his breathing is very difficult.

Yun Kong opened his eyes with great effort and saw a girl breaking into her eyes, but the outline was very blurry.

"Yunqiang! Didn't I tell you... Cough cough... Don't tell Princess Ning about my situation, why did you... Cough cough... bring her?" Yun Kong forced to hold her up and sit halfway, and said while coughing.

Seeing this, Jialan quickly squatted in front of Yun Kong and shook his hand in front of him.

"Yun Kong, it's me, can't you see me?" Jia Lan forced herself to remain calm.

"Is it... it's Jia Lan?" Yun Kong was a little embarrassed because he heard a familiar voice. When he came back from Atlantis, he vowed to guard the border between the East China Sea Kingdom and the extreme north wasteland in order to help Long Kun. Unexpectedly, he ended up in this area. Not only could he not help the boss, but his tribe members were also dragged down.

"Yes, I'm here. It's okay, I'm all." Jialan did not say too much comforting words, because in front of such a tough guy, no matter how comforting words are, they are helpless.

"I... I'm afraid I can't help the boss... Cough cough... I'm crossing the river with a mud Buddha - I can't protect myself! Now you can see it in the military camp, there's nothing. The cold winter is coming, and I'm really worried that I can't survive this winter." Yun Kong's eyes were no longer as cynical and carefree as before, but it was very heavy.

"Young Master! Miss Jialan just gave us some money. I think we can survive this winter!" Yin Qiang interrupted quickly.

"Jia Lan..." Yun Kong was stunned.

"Don't worry, we are partners who can fight with each other, and I will not abandon you. With me, Jialan, you can save you for one day. What I most eager to know now is the situation where you are injured. What is going on? With your cultivation and the defense of pure earth attributes, how could you be injured so easily?"

"It's a long story..." Yun Kong coughed violently again.

While holding Yun Kong, Yunqiang said, "Miss Jialan, let me say it. That was a month ago, the weakest tribe among the many tribes launched an attack on us. We didn't take it seriously, but it was easy to avoid hidden arrows and could not prevent them. In the other party's troops, there were people in black holding short swords and taking pills to pierce the young master's defense. In addition, the young master worked hard some time ago, and he was really exhausted from both qi and blood, so he was stabbed by the short sword. But the wound was not healed, and now he looked like this..."

As he said that, Yu Qiang untied Yun Kong's clothes, and the shocking wound on his shoulder made Jia Lan take a breath of cold air: a deep scar was embedded on his shoulder, but there was no sign of scab. Instead, it seemed that blood was constantly flowing outward. Although it was not much, it was enough to make people unable to recover their energy.

Moreover, the granulite in the middle of the scar is actually green, which means that the newly grown tender flesh is rotten or necrotic, which naturally increases the pain of the Yin Kong.

"How could this happen?" Jia Lan said in surprise, "Who did it?"

"We don't know either, but every tribe seemed to have agreed, and several inexplicable men in black appeared. Not only were they powerful, but what was even more terrifying was that they all had this secret technique. The old leader also died under such wounds."

Jia Lan thought to herself that this must be the tentacles of the Dark Temple have extended to the extreme northern wasteland. The situation is very clear at present. Most of the extreme northern wasteland has been occupied by other tribes under the control of the Dark Temple. At the same time, the royal family of the East China Sea Kingdom was also controlled. If he wanted to completely eradicate them, it would seem difficult to move forward.

Jia Lan didn't say much, holding Yun Kong's shoulder tightly with her left hand, and a small blue fireball appeared out of thin air with her right hand. Although the temperature was not high, the color was very rich.

The fireball approached Yin Kong's shoulders and slowly burned the green granulation.

Yun Kong, who was already in great pain, gritted his teeth tightly, and even his lips were bitten by himself.

"Miss Jialan, this is..." Yun Qiang asked when he saw Yun Kong in great pain.

"I have treated such injuries. These granulations must be burned by fire, otherwise they will become bigger and bigger until the entire body dies." Jia Lan said calmly.

When red blood began to flow out of the wound, instead of yellow and thick, Jialan took out a few pills from his arms, crushed them and applied them to Yun Kong's wound.

"Jia Lan, thank you..." Yun Kong was obviously much better.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted open, and a gust of cold wind blew on the body of Yun Kong who had just sweated, making him shudder.

Jialan said dissatisfiedly: "Who?"

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Careful readers have discovered that the characters who have not appeared for a long time in the novel have begun to return one by one.

What does this mean?

It means that the war is coming and the climax is coming!

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