Mix the world with the system

"Captain, Uncle Dashi is injured." The orc's exclamation attracted everyone's attention.

The middle-aged orc, who was still extremely powerful before, was sitting on the tree trunk with a pale face. On his thigh, there was a wound long in the palm of an orc, from which bright red blood was continuously gushing out.

Slowly soaking the ground under him.

The faces of the people around are sad, such a serious injury... Even if the witch is here, without the beast crystal, it cannot be healed well...

Beast Crystal!Thinking of this, the middle-aged uncle Mei quickly transformed into a part of the animal, and scratched the heads of several saber-toothed pigs one by one with sharp animal claws, but to his disappointment, there was no animal crystal.

Uncle Dashi's sanity has been a little lax, and he has lost too much blood.

Yuan Lang walked over with a tree vine in his hand, bent down and squatted beside Uncle Dashi, the tree vine in his hand tightly stretched over the wound on his thigh.

Everyone looked at Yuan Lang in puzzlement, wondering why he did this.

"Blood...blood...small..." The orc's voice trembled, and the surrounding clansmen all looked at Uncle Dashi's wound.

Sure enough, the blood flow rate from the wound that was gushing blood has gradually decreased.

Yuan Lang got up and looked at the original father who was standing beside him: "Did you bring any herbs when you came here?"

The middle-aged beautiful orc shook his head: "No..."

Yuan Lang frowned. The soldiers fighting on the battlefield still knew a few simple herbs for trauma, but the herbs in this world were quite different from the ones he knew. None of them looked familiar, and he didn't dare to pick them casually.

"Doesn't that boy in Shilin have herbs?" A rough voice sounded from the side, it was the orc Uncle who came with the middle-aged beautiful orc.

The eyes of the middle-aged beautiful orc suddenly lit up: "Yes, I heard that boy from Shilin said a few days ago that he bought some herbal medicine from a little female in the tribe, and it is very effective in healing wounds."

"The smell of blood is too strong here, so let's carry Uncle Dashi to join the clansmen first."

Although Uncle Dashi's current injury is best not to move, but compared to staying where he is and losing his life, leaving is of course the best choice.

Shi Lin and the others, who were waiting anxiously at the spot, raised their stone spears to be vigilant after hearing the sound of chaotic footsteps.

It wasn't until the familiar smell penetrated their nostrils that everyone became excited: "It's the clansmen who have returned."

"It smells like blood."

"Is anyone injured?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Lin immediately took off the small animal skin package on his chest and hugged it in his arms.

Yuan Lang appeared in the open space with the middle-aged orc on his back, and everyone exclaimed, "It's Uncle Dashi."

Shi Lin's face turned pale, and he hurried forward to help Uncle Da Shi who had passed out, "Father! Father!"

There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, he even forgot the small animal skin bag he was holding tightly in his hand, and dropped it at his feet.

The middle-aged Beastman walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Shi Lin, your father is fine now, but his injury is serious and needs to be treated with medicine. Where are the herbs you brought?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Lin immediately looked down, only to see that the wound on his father's thigh was slowly oozing blood.

He quickly picked up the animal skin package at his feet: "The herbs are all here. I have heard the little female say that they are all ground into powder. Just sprinkle them on the wound."

After all, he carefully opened the bundle of animal skins, and the beasts finally saw the herbal medicine carefully protected by Shi Lin along the way.