Clean up the medicinal paste from his wound, and then opened the tree cans on his body, rinsing the wound.

When the beasts were shocked by his actions, he took out small blue bottles from his arms with great pain.

The painful look made the young orc feel embarrassed.

"I'm really a big loss today. The witch doctor gave me this little."

While muttering in a sound that all the beasts could hear, he opened the bottle cap and buckled it and quilted a thin layer of powder on the wound of the middle-aged clan leader.

A magical scene happened, and the patriarch seemed to have fallen asleep, with no trace of pain on his face.

The young orc was shocked when he saw this: "What's wrong with the patriarch?"

He even reached out to explore the breath of the patriarch of the Investigation Clan. After feeling the breath at the end of his nose, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing?" Fuyi looked at him with his eyes slanted, and the young orc scratched his head embarrassedly.

Buyi ignored him and took out another porcelain bottle, opened the cap and sprinkled the powder inside on the middle-aged clan leader's wound.

The orcs in the tent swore that they had never felt as profound as this moment.

After applying thick herbs, the wound that could not stop the bleeding was even though it was applied. At the moment when the thin powder was sprinkled on it, a layer of blood scab formed.

"What is this..." The young orc looked at the small porcelain bottle in the winged hand, his eyes shining.

He sprinkled another layer of light green powder on his wings, and then he stood up: "This is powder made of branches and leaves of Shenmu Tree. Don't you know?"

Several patriarchs looked at him in surprise: "What kind of branch and leaf powder is this?"

Fu Yi nodded, and at this time he still didn't forget to sow discord: "I said you witch doctors are really good. As long as this orc is injured, there is a little bit of the medicine powder of the branch and leaf of the Divine Tree, and then apply the herbs just now, it will definitely be nothing big. The life of this beast is much more important than the medicine powder."

Then he yawned in a daze: "You guys look at him well, I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait." Seeing that he was about to leave, the young orc stood up quickly: "When will you come again tomorrow?"

He twitched his chin: "Come on two leaves."

The young orc took two leaves containing food in a daze: "What are you doing?"

Puyi opened the lids of the two porcelain bottles and poured some on the two leaves: "These medicine powders are enough for your patriarch to recover from the wounds. I hope you can go back soon."

After the words came to an animal shape again, the white light flashed and disappeared.

The young orc looked at the powder on the leaves in his hand in a daze, and felt heavier than the dozen or so green cattle beasts he had carried.

"Silly boy, why are you still standing there? Put it away quickly. Your patriarch will live on this."

The orc then came to his senses and quickly put away the powder carefully.

Several patriarchs looked at the two leaves in the hands of the young orc with envy, and left to rest.

The middle-aged clan leader woke up after knowing the lunch meal the next day.

He was just in a daze and turned over, but was pressed down by his big hands.

"Class leader, you are hurt. Don't move, the wound will crack."

The familiar voice of the young orc relaxed the middle-aged leader: "I remember I was injured?"
Chapter completed!