As a middle-aged woman walked out of the largest room and shouted, the originally gloomy atmosphere in the entire village suddenly became high.
"Thank the stars, thank the God of the grassland."
Everyone who heard the news put their hands together and prayed to thank the stars.
This is the best news the Baijia people have heard in these days.
The aftermath of the beast tide has passed. 132 warriors of the White Armor tribe were killed in the battle, and more than 300 warriors were injured.
For this small tribe with only 2,000 people, this number is already a very heavy casualty.
And with the official confrontation with the Red Stone Tribe, the White Armor Tribe is now in an isolated and helpless state.
In just a few days, the changes were dizzying and brought unprecedented pressure to every clan member.
The girl who was washing the gauze with several women from the Baijia tribe had huge surprise on her face when she heard this. She quickly stood up and asked the middle-aged woman who had just walked out.
"Aunt Doreen, how is the clan leader's injury?"
After seeing the girl's smooth face, the joy that had just appeared on the face of the middle-aged woman named Doreen also dimmed. After taking a look around and no one was paying attention, she sighed softly:
"I'm just awake and have controlled the spread of poison. However, the red stone clan's poisoning is extremely stubborn. Now the leader of Isaiah can't use his strength and... can't eat anything."
Doreen's eyes showed concern.
The patriarch used to eat half a cow in one meal.
Now...it has been two days and I have no appetite at all.
The tribe has overcome the difficulties it suffered this time, but it will face more difficulties next...
If fighting breaks out again.
As the leader of the clan, Isaiah cannot rush to the front line to boost morale, so the proportion of casualties may further increase.
After hearing this news, the girl's heart also cast a shadow.
If you sum up the news these days, it's really not a good trend.
"By the way, Miss Nuonuo, when I came out just now, Patriarch Isaiah specifically told me to call you over. He had something to say to you."
"Um."
The girl nodded slightly, put down the gauze in her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and quickly walked to the patriarch's house.
Pushing open the wooden door, the strong smell of herbal medicine fills your nose.
The man who was once tall and majestic like a lion was now leaning on the bed with a pale face.
Compared to two days ago, Isaiah seemed to be ten years older.
After seeing the girl enter the room, Isaiah struggled to get up, but his wound seemed to be affected, causing a violent cough.
"Teacher Xiao Wang...ahem..."
"Uncle Isaiah, lie down quickly."
The girl quickly stepped forward and helped Isaiah carefully.
"This little injury doesn't matter, haha." Isaiah waved his hand, trying to look cool, but at this moment, that action made people feel heartbroken.
"Thank you for your hard work these days, Mr. Wang. Calling you here this time is my suggestion as an elder..."
"You tell me."
"I asked Doreen to know what you are thinking these days. You want to leave here so that you can divert the attention of those idiots from the Red Stone Tribe. In fact... those idiots just use you as an excuse. There are too many tribes on the grassland.
, if you leave rashly, your beauty will easily be coveted by others."
"I..." The girl lowered her head in blame, and wanted to speak but was interrupted by Isaiah softly.
"I have already told Alva before that he will handle the tribe's affairs these days. That child has always liked you, and I feel relieved that he will protect you. After a while, the tribe may consider moving to other areas. I
It’s a very selfish thought, I hope you don’t mind... You are the most precious gift given to us by the stars, and we all want to keep you..."
"Alva is a good boy. If possible... I hope you give him a chance..."
After speaking a few words in succession, Isaiah's breathing began to become rapid, and he even needed to take a deep breath before he could continue to calm down.
"Teacher Xiao Wang, please forgive me for saying such things."
Isaiah closed his eyes tiredly, but his tone was unusually steady, "The White Armor Tribe always respects your ideas."
"I……"
The girl's long eyelashes were drooped, and then they were gently raised after a moment. Her eyes were firmer than ever before.
"I will advance and retreat together with my tribe. However, Nuo Nuo has to apologize to you for Alva's matter."
"Nu Nuo's heart can no longer tolerate other people."
"You rest in peace, and the clan members are looking forward to your recovery."
Hearing the girl's answer without hesitation, Isaiah had a wry smile on his face, shook his head and then returned to his free and easy look.
"Follow the guidance of the stars and your strong uncle Isaiah will recover soon, ha...ahem."
After covering his mouth and coughing violently, Isaiah lowered his palms with their palms always facing inward.
He was afraid that Nuonuo would see the blood on his palms.
He respected the goddess who brought wisdom to the tribe, and he also felt sorry for this girl who was burdened with many stories.
Extraordinary intelligence, pure and flawless, and kind-hearted.
This is the best gift God has given to them.
"Stop talking and rest peacefully. I will help Alva do some work for the tribe." The girl carefully covered Isaiah with a blanket and said softly.
Isaiah showed a kind smile and nodded weakly, indicating that Nuo Nuo could leave.
At this time, a panting woman appeared at the door of the room, and said anxiously: "Chief, there are people from the Red Stone Tribe again. Now Alva and his people are confronting them outside the village!"
"Um!?"
Isaiah, who had just been about to lie down, opened his eyes suddenly at this moment, and a violent momentum rose from his body.
Under the bite of his teeth, Isaiah's cheeks were distorted.
He ignored the red-soaked gauze bandage on his body and struggled to get up.
"It's not enough for these bastards to die, so they dare to attack us, the White Armor Clan, head-on?"
Boom!
The thick palm grasped the white bone hammer with a fierce momentum.
"Uncle Isaiah, your wound cannot be touched!"
The girl hurriedly helped her, and she could clearly see that the steel-like thick arm was trembling violently at this moment.
This is clearly a sign of failure!
"No, no, they want to negotiate with you. They just set up a huge tent outside the tribe's gate. Elder Edgeworth from the Red Stone Tribe came with a negotiating delegation. At the same time, there were also members from the Blackwater Tribe.
Please come with me! Alva is very excited and is ready to lead people to kill them. We are not sure to pay attention and can only come to invite you."
"The thoughts of these bastards from the Red Stone Clan are really vicious!" Isaiah's fists clenched at this moment, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Alva can't deal with that old fox, take me there."
"Nuo Nuo, if you stay in the village, those bastards will definitely have bad intentions."
"No, Uncle Isaiah, I will go with you. There are some things that I can make the decision myself. Moreover, I have enough experience in negotiation."
The girl's eyes were firm and calm.
"……good."
"Let's go together."
Isaiah grabbed the bowl of medicine on the wooden table and poured it into his throat. He also grabbed a handful of octagonal herbs and squeezed out the juice and dripped it on the bandage.
Then the severely injured "lion" stood upright with his burly body, and with the support of the girl, he walked step by step outside the house.