Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

There is an independent large tent in the camp of the outpost fortress, which was specially set up by Pierce according to Harvey's request.

After Wayne was carried back on a stretcher with a short spear stuck in his stomach, he was sent directly to this tent.

Wayne was still conscious and kept repeating nonsense such as "It hurts! Damn" with gnashing teeth.

Two medical soldiers who were personally trained by Egno in the territory medical hospital vomited directly after seeing the bloody wound on his stomach and the faintly visible white intestines.

Fortunately, they quickly came to their senses and strictly followed the battlefield first aid procedures of the medical hospital. They used scissors scalded by boiling water to strip off the wounded's shirt, and then carefully cleaned Wayne's exposed wounds with the medicine prepared by Egno.

After doing these two things, the two medical soldiers stood aside and no longer cared about Wayne lying on the medical table.

"Is that all? You're just going to ignore him? The short spear is still stuck in his stomach!" Dave's eyes widened, pointing at Wayne, who was becoming increasingly unconscious.

A medical soldier explained: "The next treatment is indeed nothing to do with us. This is what Lord Egno has stipulated."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the side and lifted a tarpaulin, revealing an alchemical instrument with a strange shape and a metallic luster.

"The next treatment will be handled by this medical alchemical beast..."

After he finished speaking, he embedded a magic stone into the charging slot of the alchemical beast and directly pulled the handle to start it.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the inscriptions on the alchemical beast's body gradually lighting up, slowly approaching Wayne on the medical table.

The alchemical beast has four strange long arms of different shapes, one of which is equipped with a slender probe. It waved its arms and slowly groped Wayne's body for a while, and then directly stabbed the probe into Wayne's lower back.

After just a few dozen seconds, Wayne stopped wailing and cursing, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

The alchemist then activated another arm with a three-toed claw hook, tightly grasped the short spear on Wayne's stomach, and pulled it out with a light tug.

Blood immediately gushed out from the wound.

The alchemist immediately waved the arm with the probe to absorb all the gushing blood, and then the other arm that had been idle sprayed a large mass of gel-like mucus, which was smeared all over the huge wound on the abdomen.

After this operation, the bleeding stopped almost immediately.

But the alchemist still did not stop the operation. It waved the last arm again, and with the three-toed claw hook, it began to sew up Wayne's wound stitch by stitch.

Dave was sweating and looking at the medic with trembling lips. He asked in disbelief: "It...it just sewed up Wayne's stomach...?"

The medic rolled his eyes and ruthlessly complained: "What else, do you just keep the ventilation open?"

...

"What did you say?" Vaughn, who was responsible for patrolling another area, had just changed his shift when he heard the news that his team leader was seriously injured, and hurried back to the camp.

"Wayne's stomach was sutured up by the alchemy beast with needle and thread?"

The veterans of the Sharpshooter Team talked about it, and they all felt that Dave was exaggerating again.

"It's true, I didn't lie to you, it's the new magic developed by the lord." Dave explained incoherently, drooling with excitement.

"I can guarantee that even if we get injured as badly as Wayne, that thing can save our lives."

"Really? If our hands and feet are cut off by the evil orcs, can they be sewn up?"

"What if the head is cut off?"

"You can't sew it back after it's chopped off, right?"

...

At first, Pierce didn't believe that these two alchemical beasts, which were temporarily added to the logistics team and looked oddly shaped, could play such an important role in his combat troops.

But with the official completion of the outpost fortress, the patrol soldiers' alert range gradually expanded, and the direct encounters between patrol soldiers and evil orcs became more frequent.

Although they had a powerful weapon like the magic gun, which was almost crushing, these soldiers who were very good at tracking the hidden evil orcs still suffered a lot.

For half a month, there were soldiers who were carried back from patrolling every day and were attacked by evil orcs.

They were sent to the large tent called "Field Medical Center" in a steady stream.

Except for a few unlucky people who died on the spot without rescue, the rest of the lightly and seriously injured soldiers, after the seemingly rough treatment of the medical alchemy beast, were able to recover in a short time and stand up again.

On the river beach in front of the outpost fortress, a pile of evil orc heads has been piled up like a small hill.

This is done spontaneously by the soldiers at the outpost to commemorate their comrades who died unexpectedly in battle, and to deter the evil orcs who often appear on the opposite side of the river and patrol back and forth.

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Some old soldiers whose close comrades were injured or died in battle even pulled out their fangs after killing the evil orcs, strung them together and hung them around their necks, and showed them off repeatedly in the camp.

Pierce recalled what Lord Harvey mentioned casually when he talked to him about military culture.

"Anger and hatred can be transformed into combat effectiveness and cohesion to a certain extent."

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"Sir, the food reserves are only enough to last for five days, and the reserves of magic energy ammunition are running low. The soldiers can barely get less than 30 per person..." The team leader in charge of logistics reported to Pierce with a booklet in his hand, looking worried.

Pierce was also a little overwhelmed. It was the first time for him to lead soldiers to fight for a long time. Although Lord Harvey gave him the command and dispatch rights with confidence, he still had many things to plan.

Asdalen, who was supposed to return with logistics supplies in a month, did not come as promised. Pierce could only temporarily send a small team of soldiers who were good at hunting to go out and capture some wild animals every day as a supplement for the soldiers' rations.

But the shortage of magic energy ammunition is a problem that cannot be solved by oneself.

If the soldiers do not have the ammunition they are issued, they can only fight close to the evil orcs when they go out on patrol, and humans have no advantage in close combat with evil orcs.

It often takes three or four soldiers to barely kill a strong evil orc, and they have to pay a heavy price of injury.

In the past few days, the number of evil orc sentinels appearing on the opposite side of the river bank has been increasing rapidly.

Pierce was worried that the other side had realized that the frequency of using the powerful weapons they had in small-scale confrontations was gradually decreasing, and they wanted to cross the river and counterattack.

The novice commander stood on the sentry tower of the outpost fortress, looking anxiously in the direction of the territory.

"No wonder Lord Harvey always told me that in war, the most important thing is logistics support."