Banished to Another World

Chapter 258: He is not dead yet! Get away!

One thousand and fifteen hundred people were immediately divided into two groups. Shen-Gu led most of them to the nearby highlands. When they first chose the riverbank camp, they were asked by Yuan Zhan to choose a place not far from the riverbank, not far from the highlands and leeward.

Five other slave leaders, each with a hundred men, formed a spear line behind Yuan Zhan.

Yan Mo did not return to the high ground with the big army, and he stood beside Yuan Zhan. Da-He, Ding Fei, Da-da, behind him.

Yan Mo regrets that he left all the bees in The Jiu Yuan in order to appease Jiu Feng. Otherwise, if there were many middle-ranking warriors in The Moer-Gan when the bees come out. He thinks the bees can attack them unexpectedly and make them lose part of their manpower.

In addition, he should bring more bows and arrows out, even if Shen-Gu cannot learn temporarily, they can also take out to frighten people. Unfortunately, he had no intention of exchanging such weapons of great destruction. In order to save backpack space, he had to put them all in the warehouse.

I wonder if it's not long before we go out to war or fight with a big tribe.

Yuan Zhan whispered something to Meng. Meng’s face a had a silly smile and he disappeared after a gust of wind.

"You call Jiu Feng and fly to the sky." Yuan Zhan looked ahead and whispered to Yan Mo. Yan Mo is the last person he can rest assured of.

Yan Mo shook his head. "Don't worry, it's not the most dangerous time yet."

The Moer-Gan's people will not be mad enough to rush up together and fight with them without saying anything.

If they really want to fight, in order to ensure victory, they will invite the Water God to deal with Yuan Zhan. Otherwise, Yuan Zhan can pit most of them if he doesn't care about losses. The Moer-Gan, even if he employs manpower tactics, will only win miserably, and may eventually be run away by Yuan Zhan.

If he can't, he can release The Fruit of Witchcraft, but that's the last resort to save his life. It's about whether his son can be born smoothly in the future. He will never let The Fruit of Witchcraft get bloody easily until the most critical moment.

"No, you should call Jiu Feng first." Yuan Zhan insisted. He didn't know what the blood ability of The Moer-Ganwas, or what the witchcraft of The Priest would be. Jiu Feng was there, and he was relieved.

"Jie-!" Familiar barks came from afar.

Yan Mo laughed. “It's here without my calling.

That's why he didn't call Jiu Feng, because he guessed that Jiu Feng might have gone to play with the Water God Tian-Wu again.

Jiu Feng approached here, indicating that the Water God was also invited by the Moer-Gan People.

"Come on!" Yuan Zhan didn't look behind him. He seemed to believe in Shen-Gu's ability or maybe because he didn't care about that thousand people?

First came the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

Their appearance is very confusing, many people still have blood on their bodies, they carried nothing with them, only grabbing weapons to rush towards this side.

Hei Qi, was carrying a man on his back, rushed to Yan Mo with tears on his face, staggered one by one breath, bent his legs, fell down, and shouted hoarsely and exhaustively, "Help us! The Moer-Gan People wants to kill us!"

Qing Lu and others gasped for breath, but approached and shouted, "We are the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, and we are not enemies! The Moer-Gan People wanted to take our salt mountain and turn all my Tribesmen into slaves. Our elder knew that the elder escaped to report to us and was killed by the cruel and greedy The Moer-Gan People! Please let us pass. The Salt Mountain Tribesmen will be reward you in the future if they don't die!"

Yan Mo guessed that they are panting like this its probably because they run all the way and shouted the same words whenever they meet someone.

Yuan Zhan's eyes moved slightly. The Salt Mountain Tribesmen were not fools. They had to find an excuse to escape. Now the Moer-Gan's pursuit of them became an unreasonable party.

Usually everyone doesn't care about this. Whoever cares about you or not will beat you if he wants to hit you with a big fist. But now, unlike in the past, the Moer-Gan are holding various ethnics in the market. Everything that happens here will be seen by other tribes and those tribes will tell other tribes.

At this time, the reason for the war is very important.

Yan Mo had thought about this for a long time. He didn't want to be punished by The Guide. He wanted to instruct them to do something in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen tent. But he was not able to say it voluntarily because of the supervision of The Guide. He didn't realize that someone in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen had thought of it. Neither did he help the Salt Mountain Tribesmen but the result was the same.

Now that the Salt Mountain Tribesmen have become a forced party, the Jiu Yuan will be a good man defending for the weak.

Behind the Salt Mountain Tribesmen was the Moer-Gan People who came after them.

The leader was Qi Hao, who seemed so angry that he shouted from afar, "Don't let them go! I'm going to kill them all!"

Qi Hao still has a lot of warriors behind him, but maybe it's because he's in a hurry and there aren't many people.

Behind the Moer-Gan were other Tribesmen who came to see the bustle on the War Beasts and others.

These men and The Moer-Gan People saw from a distance a murderous squadron of warriors in the riverside clearing, and more warriors on the Highlands behind the squadron were looking at it with weapons in hand.

Many people know that The Jiu Yuan People bought a lot of war slaves, but they were shocked to see how quickly they incorporated them and equipped them with skin armors and weapons.

In fact, only these 500 spearmen had leather armor, which was Yan Mo's last stock. He also took these leather armor in order to get the market exchange. Yuan Zhan disagreed, and they temporarily traded a large number of slaves. He left these skin leather armors behind. Now letting these slaves wear them, and they can bluff people in their momentum.

Qi Hao saw the square and gave a cold hum. What if they had leather and weapons? He was not afraid of these low-ranking war slaves.

There was only one person he feared, the tall warrior standing in front of the slaves, and the only one he knew, except those from The Three Cities, was probably a high-ranking divine-blood warrior over 6th Rank!

As for the Priest, the young man next to the high ranking warrior, who can only make bone objects, Qi Hao doesn't believe that he can do other witchcraft besides bone-making! __________

Qi Hao is not afraid of witchcraft, because he is a 6th Rank God-blood warrior. He is used to bullying others on this land, and because he is the only one of the Moer-Gan who has been favored by the Water God and who has not yet been eaten by the Water God, his position in front of the Priest is also different.

I don't know if it's because he's in close contact with The Water God. He's also the only person besides The Priest who can approach and comfort The Water God. Even when The Water God is in a good mood, he can ask The Water God to do something for him.

So he was not afraid of the Jiu Yuan at all. Even after knowing that the Jiu Yuan was the tribe that provided Qi Yuan with red salt, he wanted to seize the territory of the Jiu Yuan.

Before he came, Cai Yu had sent a letter to Qi Shui Da-Ren asking him to invite the Water God Da-Ren. Now they are in the back and will soon be arriving with more people.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen shouted for us to pass, but they ran to the Jiu Yuan People and stopped running, bent over and panted.

Yan Mo turned his eyes from them and finally threw them on Qing Ze, who was carried by Hei Qi.

Qing Ze's back looks like a knife had been cutting through it. Blood dyed his fur coat black. Hei Qi stood there for a moment, and a lot of blood had dripped to the ground.

Yan Mo went to Hei Qi, reached out to Qing Ze's neck and felt his pulse. Soon, he quickly ordered, "Put the man down. Let me see."

Hei Qi gasped and returned sadly, "The Elder is dead..."

Yan Mo, "He's not dead yet! But if you don't put him down again, he'll bleed to death soon! "

Hei Qi was shocked and shouted to Qing Lu and others to put Qing Ze carefully on the ground from his back.

Ding Fei flew to their former camp without being told to come and fetch a bucket of clean water.

Yan Mo gave him a complimentary look.

Ding Fei grinned with joy. Da-da see, Mo-Mo remembers.

Besides the big wound on his back, Qing Ze also suffered a lot of injuries in front of him, such as when someone is in a fierce struggle with multiple people.

Yan Mo asked Hei Qi and others to remove Qing Ze's fur and see Qing Ze's back wound. Suddenly, he frowned.

This wound is not like a knife cut, the knife cut will be smooth, but now he saw this, not only the edge of the wound is not even, there are many residual burrs in the wound.

The wound will be treated later first he had to stop bleeding.

Yan Mo thought about the wound caused by the weapon and pulled out twelve gold needles in quick succession.

Yan Mo took out a clean sheet and laid it on the floor. Qing Ze, who had slightly scrubbed the wound, put it on the sheet.

The wound behind is the heaviest and must be solved first.

Yan Mo took out another leather bag and opened it with a set of surgical tools made of bone materials.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen stared so wide that they forgot what Qing Ze had told them to say.

Not only the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, but also Da-He and others were curious to see these strange surgical tool for the first time.

Not to mention the warriors standing in the front row, but they are a little far away, cannot see clearly, and they dare not be distracted, can only steal curiosity in their hearts.

Yan Mo asked Ding Fei to help him blow the fire folder and sterilize the surgical tool with fire. He saw no signs of poisoning in the wound, so he clamped the burrs out of the wound with a clip.

Ding Fei was also afraid of Da-da'stroublemaking, but Da-da just squatted beside him and looked at the scene with a very serious expression. Every time he saw Yan Mo start, his eyes would be particularly bright and stare with care.

Burrs are difficult to deal with and time is needed. As soon as Yan Mo gets busy, he becomes absorbed and throws all the fighting behind him.

Sweat came out of his forehead. Ding Fei often followed him and saw how Cao Ting did it. He took out his handkerchief and gently pressed it on his forehead.

"Da-He, give them the wound medicine and help them deal with the wound on their bodies." Yan Mo did not raise his head to warn.

Da-He immediately took orders.

"Ding Fei, come here and pull out the burrs in the wound... Come on, let me do it. You help him up, put some medicine on the wound in front of him, and tell me if it can't be solved.

"Yes!" Ding Fei immediately lifted Qing Ze and asked Da-da to hold him. He applied medicine to the wound in front of Qing Ze.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen were thrilled not only because their lives were temporarily saved, but also because the little priest of The Jiu Yuan shocked them too much.

Qing Lu and others couldn't help wondering: If this man really was Hei Qi's brother, he should be our Salt Mountain Tribesmen!

Is it possible? Is it possible?

Hei Qi may know his brother too well, but he dares not think much about it. He just stays nearby and waits to see if he can help.

Yan Mo had to bow his head to de-burr Qing Ze.

Hei Qi's eyes swept past the juvenile's neck, and he suddenly frozen.

The Moer-Gan People was near when Yan Mo removed the burrs from Qing Ze's back wound.

Yuan Zhan grinned coldly and saw that the distance was about the same, with a slight stamp on the sole of his foot he pushed his earth control in the soil.

Quietly, Qi Hao, who ran in front of him, saw that the ground less than one arm long before his feet had suddenly collapsed a hole wider than a large area.

"Ah ah!" Qi Hao roared, stopped his steps and almost fell into the pit.

Your mother! It must have been deliberate made not to collapse in the morning or in the evening, but now it collapsed. Qi Hao's eyes were red with anger and he roared back the warriors behind him.

Without his roar, the Moer-Gan warriors who followed him saw the scene and were forced to stop.

Fortunately, many of the War Beasts, which had no rein control, rushed too hard and rushed into the deep pit.

The area and depth of land subsidence are increasing.

Yuan Zhan did not come here every day for fun. He liked to be prepared for everything. At that time, he hadn't thought of going to war. He just wanted to guard against the Moer-Gan, or to leave a trap in the first place. He could use it when he attacked the Moer-Gan in the future.

Look, isn't it useful now?

In this way, Yuan Zhan drew a huge trench fault line between The Jiu Yuan People and The Moer-Gan People by his manpower alone.

Qi Hao found the trench stretching from the riverside to the distant forests, and its face was black.

Is this the ability of high-ranking divine blood warriors?

He is envious and jealous!

The river was pouring into the ditch in large quantities, but it will probably take a long time to fill it up.

Qi Hao can't lead people around either, but it's not a easy way to walk from the mountains and forests, and it's just below the heights occupied by the Jiu Yuan People.

Are they going to talk to them with their heads up?

Not only the Moer-Gan People, but also the Snake People and the Huang Jing Tribe, who came to see the excitement, were shocked.

Qi Hao shivered with anger, but could only shout to Yuan Zhan across the Da Zhang ditch: "What do you mean by that? We invited you to the Moer-Gan market, but you collaborated with the Salt Mountain Tribesmen to seize our salt mountain?”

If Yan Mo heard this, he would surely criticize Qi Hao's mouth for being too anxious and making bad introductory remarks. He should had to put on big hats and use the salt mountain as an excuse.

Yuan Zhan, who was not good-natured person and trained by Yan Mo for two years, sneered at the scene and said, "Take your salt mountain? Where is your salt mountain? Upstream of the river? Is it near the Jiu Yuan? No so what's the use of taking over the salt mountain in your Moer-Gan territory? Or do you really want us, The Jiu Yuan, to attack you, The Moer-Gan, and take over your territory? What about your chief? Does he know you're treating Jiu Yuan like this?

A lot of people in Tribesmen, watching the bustle behind, laughed secretly. Some weak tribes hid behind and when they were not afraid to be seen by Qi Hao. They laughed out loudly.

Qi Hao was angry, but he couldn't look back to see who was laughing at him. He could only stare at Yuan Zhan and shout, "If you didn't collaborate with the Salt Mountain Tribesmen to betray the Moer-Gan, why would you help them?"

"Oh, this one." Yuan Zhan pointed at Yan Mo helplessly. "Who here cannot see my family Priest Da-Ren is a very kind person? The Salt Mountain Tribesmen and us have no hatred in-between, people came to us with injuries, how can Mo not help them. Not only the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, but also other tribes, any wise creature of any tribe, as long as he has no animosity with our Jiu Yuan, and seeks for him, he will also do it.

Qi Hao choked. He wanted to tell Qing Ze about the collaboration between the Salt Mountain Tribesmen and the Jiu Yuan that Qing Ze had told him before, but Qing Ze didn't know where to hear the news. He asked Cai Yu to pass it on to him that he wanted to tell him something important, so he would not say it before he came. When he arrived, the damn old fellow went to the door of the tent and asked him loudly why was he going to send someone to attack The Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

Qi Hao only wanted to kill him when he knew it and listened to his harsh words, some of which were still abusing to him.

However, he escaped the attack caused by Qing Ze, and although his last whip was enough to kill him, he was snatched by the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, who had apparently been ready for this happenstance.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen are also abhorrent. They snatched him and run away. They shouted about the Moer-Gan killing or something while they run, which makes other Tribesmen follow while seeing the wounded Qing Ze.

If Qi Yuan knows about this and Qi Hao doesn't know how Qi Yuan is going to laugh at him, Qi Hao would like to kill everyone in the place to save himself form the shame!

Qi Hao, who knows only himself how rough he is, waved his whip and shouted, "If you The Jiu Yuan has no intention of antagonizing our Moer-Gan, then give us the Moer-Gan betrayer!"

Hei Qi is smart, and when he hears Qi Hao's cry, he immediately shouts in a higher voice: "We are not betrayers. The Moer-Gan People are too greedy. They want to occupy the Salt Mountain and turn all our Salt Mountain Tribesmen into slaves. They also want to kill our chief and The Priest. We have to flee!"

The Moer-Gan People, Hei Qi and Qing Lu, fought with Qi Hao across the huge trench ditch.

Yuan Zhan has been distracting the things happening on this riverbank’s side.

Yan Mo, on the other hand, has no ear to the world and is only trying to save people.

After the burrs in Qing Ze's wound were removed and no residue was found, Yan Mo began to suture the wound.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen, who were not involved in the scolding campaign, were staring out when Yan Mo "sewed" their elder with a needle and thread.

Someone stretched out his hand, and it wasn't a hindrance. He just wanted to see if people could be sewn like this, but before he reached to Yan Mo, he was blocked by Da-He.

The man laughed and retracted his hand. He was so excited that he ran to join in the scolding fight.

If you come and go across the ditch on both sides, those people on both sides were spitting stars flying straight, the scolding was very lively.

"Jie-!" Jiu Feng's call was getting closer and closer.

The ground rumbled and Yuan Zhan suddenly raised the ground beneath their feet.

Not far away, smoke billowed, and the Moer-Gan People arrived with a large number of hands and the War Beasts.

In the river, the waves suddenly became very strong, and a huge figure rolled in the waves. The other party seemed surprised at the huge ditch that appeared by the river. It rolled around and seemed hesitant to swim into the ditch.

Jiu Feng flew up to the wave and barked excitedly. He seemed to find such a change in the riverbank amusing.

When he saw Yan Mo on The riverbank's side, he got more excited and cheers for the big fish in his mouth to meet and go play with his Mo-Mo.

Many people heard Jiu Feng's voice, but did not see Jiu Feng's figure, because Jiu Feng was thinking about stopping onYan Mo's head and not restoring his body to its original size.

Yuan Zhan looked up at the sky. The sun was setting. Nobody wanted to fight at night.

When the night really comes, his plan will be put into practice.

The tactics taught to him by his Priest are not in vain!

Others think that he will depend on his high-ranking god-blood warrior status, only Yan Mo and he know that his physical condition is not suitable for large-scale and long-term use of blood ability power.

Yan Mo also had his plans. He heard Jiu Feng's voice and could feel that Jiu Feng had a good time with the big fish without eyes.

He plans to talk to the Water God later through Jiu Feng. If she really just wants to mate, he can introduce her to Yu-Wu. Maybe she likes the Mer-people better?

The Moer-Gan People were nervous, and so were the slaves and slaves the Jiu Yuan had just bought, not to mention the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

But Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo had no nervous expression on their faces. Yuan Zhan held his arms and waited for the Moer-Gan Chief to arrive. Yan Mo continued to treat the wounded in an orderly manner.

The Mountain God Jiu Feng Da-Ren of The Jiu Yuan regards this place as an amusement park and is happy that so many Two Legged Monsters come and play with it.

In order to make the new big fish happy, he intended to grow bigger later and throw more Two Legged Monsters into the river for the big fish to play with.

“Jie! Let's just throw away the Moer-Gan ones first. Big fish live near here. It must prefer the two Legged Monsters called The Moer-Gan.”

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