Seeing that the Leopard Warriors had already grasped their weapons and were eager to try, the old man could only helplessly shake his head.
"Okay...I'll try to cure it."
He raised his hand and let the clear water appear in his palm. After roughly washing the injured person's skin, he recited as before: "May the God of Spring Water comfort your injured body and soul."
The clear water flow kept circling, gently wiping away the pus that was difficult to clean from the wound. The slight itching sensation from the wound made the Aztlan soldier lying on the ground make intermittent hums. When the young man saw the old man taking action, he used the same technique to brush his hand over the wounded man lying in front of him. The Aztlan soldier he faced had fractures caused by the hammer, but there were no wounds on his skin. But under the wash of water in the young man's hand, the Aztlan soldier also felt a slight itch in his skin, and he couldn't help but let out a gentle hum from his nose.
Everyone, including the two remaining Pawnee witch doctors, watched the ceremony in front of them with concern. Only the masked woman seemed completely unconcerned with what was happening in front of her, her eyes wandering around blankly.
The leading leopard warrior tapped his toes impatiently and waited. After a while, he couldn't help shouting: "Are you okay? How long will it last?"
"It's almost ready."
The young man began to pant slightly due to the excessive use of magic. He lifted the injured man's shoulder and moved it up and down for a while. After a while, a surprised expression appeared on the injured man's face. He sat up from the ground and pressed his shoulder. The feeling told him that the shattered bones had been connected. He tried moving his shoulders and waist again, but he didn't feel the pain anymore.
"Don't move around." The young witch doctor held down the wounded man. "My magic power is only enough to connect your broken bones a little. It will take some time to fully recover. In addition, the number of healed bones may be small." There will be some deformities, so you have to be prepared."
The leading Leopard Warrior snorted - being able to heal bones is what this young man had said early on. Although magical, it is not surprising.
"It's finished here too."
The old man lifted his hand from the wounded man's skin. People saw that the necrotic skin caused by burns had been washed away by the water. Not only that, a new thin layer of skin had grown from the wound, covering the original wound. From the outside, no injuries could be seen.
"Although it looks better, it is actually only superficial healing. The underlying disease has not been eliminated. And once the wound is healed, it becomes difficult to apply medicine." The old man shook his head regretfully, "I hope the God of Plague Can you show mercy and let this young life go?"
The leading leopard warrior immediately became interested.
"I didn't expect you guys to be really capable." He said, "To tell you the truth, we have two important people with great backgrounds here, and they are both injured. If they are cured, they can protect your wealth for the rest of your life. I don't know if you Can it be cured or cannot it be cured?"
"What kind of injury is it?" asked the young witch doctor.
"One was cut on the calf by a blade. The wound was so deep that the bones could almost be seen; the other was more serious. A hole was punched through both the hand and foot. It has been several months and it still cannot heal. How about it? Can you cure it?"
"The former one is not a problem." The old man replied, "But the latter one, for several months, there must have been other diseases inside the wound, and there is nothing we can do."
"You should think carefully before you answer." The leading Leopard Warrior asked with eyes wide open. "These two are important figures in our Aztlan Empire. Are you sure there is nothing you can do?"
"There is a high probability that it is hopeless." The old man shook his head and replied, "The magic of the God of Spring is not omnipotent."
"This is great!" The leading leopard warrior slapped his thigh, "You guys come back with us right away for treatment!"
The old man was shocked: "Didn't we make it clear? I said, we can't cure that injury."
"Speak clearly, and I heard you clearly! I want you only if I can't be cured. If I could really be cured, we wouldn't be looking for you!" The leader of the Leopard Warriors waved his hand carelessly, "Here comes someone.
, take them back! "
Just when the four witch doctors were at a loss, the masked woman who had been sitting behind them finally stood up and said, "Forget it, let's go with them and meet those two important people. "
The witch doctors looked back at the woman and nodded as if they had made up their minds.
In this way, this group of Pawnee tribesmen followed the Leopard Warriors to the camp where Ella and Tesosomok were. They were stopped at the door, and after waiting for a long time, they were finally let in by the Aztlan people.
The road leading to the big tent was lined with Aztlan soldiers, with a Leopard Warrior scattered at regular intervals. The Pawnee people were almost forced to walk towards the camp, unable even to say hello to the soldiers on both sides. The Aztlan's large numbers and sophisticated weapons frightened the Pawnee witch doctors. Especially the leopard warriors, all of them stared at them, and the Maquawit on their shoulders seemed to be ready to chop off their necks at any moment.
The witch doctors of the Poni tribe all lowered their heads in fear. Only the masked woman kept her head slightly raised from beginning to end, looking diagonally upward. She didn't know what she was looking at.
Under such close surveillance, they entered Tesosomoc's tent. Ella and Tesosomo were already waiting inside, and of course, Xue Qipepe was not absent either.
Ella watched the group from her seat. What first attracted her attention was the group of Pawnee witch doctors.
Their thick clothes were obviously not suitable for the temperature, but soon, her attention rested on the masked woman. The completely different style of dress from the other four made Ella vaguely think that this woman might not be a Pawnee.
And Xue Qipei's attention also fell on this eye-catching woman. Before Tesosomok could speak to Ella, he rushed to drink: "What's the purpose of coming here with a mask on? Come here, pull the cloth off her face!"
The four Pawnee witch doctors were shocked and hurriedly blocked the woman's side, but their bodies were quickly pulled away by the Leopard Warriors who came up. A leopard warrior approached the woman and grabbed her wrist with one hand. The woman tried to break free, but she couldn't. When the woman exclaimed "Yeah", the Leopard Warrior's hands roughly pulled off the woman's headscarf and veil.
"Don't be so helpless..."
Ella was only halfway through what she said when she saw a strand of rare red hair jumping out from under the hood. Then, a picture appeared under the mask that Ella was familiar with but felt a little uncomfortable because she hadn't seen him for so long. Strange face——
Lily Mistertin.
This woman wrapped in a mask and easily grasped by the Leopard Warrior is undoubtedly the daughter of the Sword Master of Antilia, the "Sword of Loki" who terrifies all the pirates in the North Sea.
Ella was so shocked that she sat back on the chair and didn't speak for a long time.
