As Winnie began to activate the power of her talent, the next moment Nalant saw a little green light dot emerge from Winnie's palm, and then continued to invade the wounds of the barbarian guard.
When the green light spot fell on the bloody wound, a magical scene appeared.
The originally fuzzy flesh and blood began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the bones began to grow slowly in a state that Nalant could not understand.
Although Nalant had seen such a scene on the three-color chicken no less than ten times before, it still felt very strange after seeing it now.
As time passed by, Winnie's eyes were closed, and sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and her arms began to tremble slightly.
The wounds of this barbarian guard were too large, so the amount of talent required to be consumed was unprecedented.
If Nalant hadn't brought a few three-color chickens to Winnie for training along the way, it is estimated that the barbarian guard's injuries would not have been fully recovered at once.
As the flesh and blood from the wound gradually grew and healed, the barbarian guard's complexion returned to normal, without the distortion caused by pain.
Lying on the ground, he seemed to have realized something at this moment. Although he was suppressed by Nalant and could not get up to check the wound, a look of disbelief gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Guard, what's your name?" Because there are more men now.
Moreover, all the barbarians had stubble on their faces. Even though Narant usually urged them to maintain hygiene, he still couldn't remember everyone's names.
At that moment, while there was still the last bit of treatment, Nalant asked about the barbarian guard.
"Sir...sir, my name is Burning Cow Dung!"
"Well, burn cow dung. You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, including other barbarians. Do you remember?" Nalant looked serious.
"Yes...yes, sir!"
"Very good, you can get up now!" Nalant nodded with satisfaction.
In fact, Nalant was not sure that such a gag order would be effective, but the barbarian guards were not ordinary guards.
They basically have no contact with people outside the Storm Territory, so the possibility of this news spreading is even smaller.
Seeing that Winnie had finally completed the last bit of treatment, Narant greeted the burnt cow dung and stood up.
"Yes... it's your lord!" Hearing this, Shao Niu Dung sat up in a daze, and immediately looked at his thighs.
"This...this...is...big...my lord, this is my thigh!" When he saw the intact flesh, which was even whiter and tenderer than before, Shao Niu Dung was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
"Yes, this is your leg. You should thank Winnie for saving your life!" Nalant patted the barbarian on the shoulder.
"Thank you Goddess Winnie! Thank you Goddess Winnie for curing me!" Hearing this, Burning Cow Dung immediately reacted.
He quickly got up and knelt down in front of Winnie and kowtowed repeatedly.
Regarding gods, barbarians are obviously more superstitious and reverent than ordinary people in the aristocratic world.
As for Winnie's magical ability to resurrect human flesh and bones, to the barbarians, even if she is not a god, she must be a messenger of a certain god, the so-called goddess.
Winnie was startled by the reaction of burning cow dung, and a blush appeared on her originally pale face: "I...I'm not a goddess, you...get up, don't thank me, this is what I should do
!You should thank my lord!"
"Yes, thank you sir for saving Shao Niu Dung. From now on, Shao Niu Dung will do his best to serve you!" Shao Niu Dung kowtowed to Nalant one after another.
"Get up, burn cow dung, and remember to keep it a secret!" Nalant nodded.
"Yes, sir!"
In this way, Shao Niu Dung finally stood up with great excitement.
But at this moment, when he faced Winnie, he was like Narant, with the slightest respect.
"Go and fight!"
Nalant wouldn't be jealous, on the contrary, this was what he wanted to see most.
He hoped that in the future, all guards and citizens would no longer be afraid of the Lady of Fortune, and then his lord's territory would be more stable.
As for whether these lucky girls will betray?
Just kidding, I haven't seen the attitude of any lucky girl towards him.
Although they are girls, Nalant dares to say that if these girls are forced to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire, they will never even blink an eye.
When the burnt cow dung returned to normal, and then ran towards Raymond and others, the ten guards around him also looked at Winnie in awe.
Even though their backs were turned before, they didn't peek.
But in just a few tens of seconds, Burning Cow Dung went from being seriously injured to jumping up and down, and they finally understood what this meant.
"Winnie, you rest here to recover your natural power. The other medical teams are now ready to start rescuing the wounded!"
"Remember, don't run around, sir. I will take the barbarian serfs to bring the wounded here!"
"Yes, sir!"
Immediately, Nalant began to arrange a medical team.
As for the task of suppressing the enemy forces on the city wall, Nalant no longer had to worry about such a thing.
I saw Vivian leading ten longbowmen to insert all the arrows in the quiver into the ground, then stood more than 70 meters away and started shooting at the city wall.
In front of them, Raymond and other barbarians used long shields to form an iron wall.
In this way, there is basically no need to worry about the safety of Vivian and others. As long as they are not too unlucky, it is as safe as shooting on the city wall.
What's more, they were supported by five crossbows behind them.
Although the accuracy of the crossbow was not as accurate as the arrows of the guards, it could hit four or five out of ten shots, which was enough to make the long archers of the Northern Principality on the city wall tremble with fear.
Because when they were hit by a crossbow at a distance of two hundred meters, the crossbow arrow passed directly through their bodies, leaving a huge bloody hole in their bodies.
By the way, it can also take people flying out.
The shock and oppression brought by that scene are absolutely unimaginable.
Next, leaving ten personal guards to guard the girls of the rescue team, Nalant began to move towards the other teams of the Tulip family.
He had careful layout and comprehensive equipment here, so there were no casualties.
However, the casualties of other minor noblemen and the casualties of the river-filling coolies were inevitable.
"Ah! My leg! My leg was hit by an arrow!"
"Help! I've been hit by an arrow! Come and save me, I don't want to die!"
As Nalant approached, desperate shouts and screams from the front were mixed in with the busy crowd.
In this world, no one stops to rescue the wounded unless it's time to clean up the battlefield.
And these injured people can either hold on until they retreat and see if any kind-hearted teammates will take the risk to take them back.
Or wait for the blood to drain and die in pain.
"Quick, go and pull the wounded over! Remember, you must pay attention to safety!" The next moment, Nalant ordered to the twenty barbarian coolies beside him.
Since it was carrying a stretcher, the greater the strength, the better, so Narant directly used twenty coolies.
"Yes, Lord Lord!"
The savage coolies immediately took the order and began to scatter in search of and carry the wounded.
At first, everyone didn't pay much attention to the appearance of these barbarians, but as the barbarians appeared more often, the little nobles finally noticed it.
"Sir Nalant, why did you bring our subordinates here?" Several young nobles gathered around and asked with curiosity on their faces.
"Well, I will help you treat them. By the way, I can only guarantee to stop the bleeding and bandage them. Whether they can survive in the future depends on themselves!" Nalant replied calmly.
"Help us treat him?" Several young nobles seemed to have heard something unbelievable and risked their own people to save their people. Could this be the birth of the Virgin Mary?
"Well, that's right. Why, don't you all agree?"
"No! No!" After hearing this, several people immediately shook their heads and waved their hands, and then one of them weakly asked: "Sir Narant, I wonder how many coins it costs to save one person?"
"It doesn't cost anything. For the sake of being in the Tulip family, it's free!"
"Okay, thank you Sir Nalant!" As soon as they heard it was free, the smiles on their faces immediately became brighter.
After thanking Nalant, several nobles returned happily to continue supervising the battle.
Although they didn’t know the results of the treatment, Nalant took the risk to carry their subordinates to safety. This alone made them happy to see him!