From the end of the world to the beast world, she won

The Sunset Tribe is a small tribe with less than 400 orcs. The witch doctor is old and has never found a suitable successor.

Come to participate in the big competition this time, the Sunset Tribe simply cannot bring along the orcs who know the witch doctor skills.

For some orcs who were not seriously injured, they simply dealt with it themselves and then waited for themselves to recover.

But Qinghe had a big hole in his stomach and a big hole in his leg. This was beyond their ability.

He couldn't help but watch his brother go to meet the Beast God.

That’s why I shamelessly came to find Lorraine.

After hearing this, Lorraine put down the herbs in his hand, spoke to the orcs in the camp, and left with Qingyang.

The Sunset Tribe's camp was only a few hundred meters away from the Phaeton Tribe's camp.

Before Lorraine arrived, he heard muffled sounds coming from the Sunset Tribe camp.

"Qinghe was injured too much, so..." Qingyang also heard the sound, so he explained to Luo Lin.

Lorraine quickened his pace, and after a while, he saw Qing He, whose face turned pale in pain.

"What other medicinal herbs do you have now?" Luo Lin asked Qingyang.

"No, no more." Qingyang lowered his head.

"There aren't many hemostatic herbs brought from the tribe. Qinghe was injured in the third battle, so he has already used the rest."

Qingyang felt very sad. Qinghe was his younger brother, but since there was no medicine in hand, there was nothing he could do.

Lorraine looked at Qinghe lying there and frowned slightly.

"You're just applying medicine to him like this?" Lorraine looked at the casual way of applying medicine and was almost pissed off.

He suffered such a serious injury and didn't apply the medicine properly. He's not dead yet, but he's so strong in vitality!

Hearing this, Qingyang coughed twice in embarrassment and muttered: "We don't have any witch doctor disciples accompanying us. Being able to apply the medicine is already the limit of our abilities."

As Qingyang finished speaking, the thirty orcs from the Luoyang tribe lowered their heads in shame.

"I...I don't blame everyone." A weak voice sounded.

"It's... it's because my skills are inferior to those of the beasts and I was seriously injured. It's my fault... I don't blame everyone." Qing He endured the pain and said softly.

As soon as Qinghe's words came out, the surrounding beasts all had red eyes.

Damn the Ji'an tribe orcs, it's just a big competition between tribes, but they are so harsh. I really hope the beast god can punish them.

Seeing this, Luo Lin sighed and said to Qingyang: "If you go to our tribe again, tell me that I will let you go and get the hemostatic grass and red mud, and also some cold grass."

When Qingyang heard this, his eyes lit up and he almost knelt down in front of Lorraine.

However, thinking of his brother's injury, he still ran towards the Phaeton tribe quickly.

While Qingyang went to get the herbs, Luo Lin cleaned up all the residue of the herbs that had been applied randomly on Qinghe's wounds.

The wound was deep and bleeding.

Lorraine asked the orcs from the Sunset Tribe to bring some water.

Carefully clean the wound and remove the dirt around the wound.

Then, find a smooth stone, clean it with water, and then start pounding the herbs.

Mash the styptic grass and cool grass together into a paste, then carefully spread the herbs on the wound.

"Bring over some small pieces of animal skins and grass vines." Lorraine arranged for the people of the Sunset Tribe to do things without raising their heads.

There were no small pieces of animal skin, and in the end Qingyang cut them off from his own animal skin skirt.

As for the grass vine, I pulled one directly from the forest on the edge of the camp.

When Luo Lin treated Qing He's wounds, he also broke out in a layer of sweat.

Picking up the red mud on one side, Luo Lin looked at Qingyang and said: "Use the big leaves to get some clean water."

Qingyang ran out quickly, and when he came back, he was holding a handful of water wrapped in big leaves.

Lorraine left enough water, then added some red mud to the water, signaling Qingyang to let Qinghe drink it.

All orcs know that red mud is a holy medicine for replenishing blood.

No one among the orcs in the Sunset Tribe expected that Lorraine would give the red mud of his tribe to Qinghe.

Qinghe, who was lying down, looked at the red mud water handed over by his elder brother and hesitated for a while.

It wasn't until Lorraine said a word that he drank the large handful of red mud water without hesitation.

Lorraine said: "Today should be the last day of the third round. There will be another tribal gathering tomorrow, and everyone will have to set off to return to their respective tribes. If your injury is not healed soon, it will become a burden to your companions."

Qinghe didn't want to be a burden to everyone, so he drank the red mud water in large gulps.

Lorraine drank the red mud water, took a leaf, and left a portion of the red mud to Qinghe.

"After breakfast tomorrow, just rinse the red mud with water and give it to him to drink." After that, he left.

Lorraine didn't know that after he left, the Qinghe brothers got together and made a promise to the Beast God.

They swore that as long as they did not endanger the Sunset Tribe, they would put Lorraine first!

Lorraine, from today on, became the most important person in their lives.

Lorraine didn't care. He returned to the Phaeton tribe's camp unhurriedly.

The competition on the competition ground is still going on. The Phaeton tribe has just won a game, and everyone is cheering at this time.

"Great, there are two games left. If we can win, we can surpass the previous best result!" an orc said excitedly.

The best result of the Phaeton Tribe was that after three rounds, there were only 7 warriors left.

Now, there are still two orcs left to compete, but there are already seven warriors!

There are two orcs left, one is the golden lion orc Mo Ye, the younger brother of the tribe leader, and the other is the captain Xia Qing. The combat power of these two beasts is among the best in the tribe, and they have a high probability of winning.

Mo Ye and Xia Qing were very happy that the tribe had won another game, but they did not dare to be careless.

Seriously waiting for his own competition.

While Xia Qing and Mo Ye were nervously waiting for their own competition, Xia Na's hunting team was also fighting fiercely.

Today's hunting team encountered a group of sixteen horned beasts.

The thirty-person hunting team faced off against sixteen horned oxen. Although they had an advantage in numbers, the hunting was much more difficult.

Horned beasts generally do not live in large groups, so the hunting team did not expect to encounter such a large team.

At first, Gucao was very happy when he found four female horned beasts with four cubs.

But when the hunting team surrounded the mother and her cubs, eight male horned beasts suddenly rushed out from the periphery of the hunting team.

Because the incident happened suddenly, some orcs were injured by the horned bull.

Although only slightly injured.

The hunting circle of the hunting team was disrupted by the sudden appearance of the male horned beast. After a lot of effort, the sixteen horned beasts were re-circulated.

"Group two by two, the sixteen beasts focus on the male beast."

Shana made the decision and ordered fifteen powerful orcs, plus himself, to form two teams to keep an eye on the male beasts.

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