sbdcsierra Chapter 42 The Cursed Orcs
Chapter 42 The Cursed Orcs
The white wolf looked at the bull's massive, muscular body, pounced on its back, and tried to bite the bull's throat, but the bull tilted its head and dodged the attack.
The horses and black boars surrounded the Bull King, waiting for their chance, while the other beastmen also fought with the Bull King.
At this moment, Lang Cang keenly sensed that the ground seemed to be trembling. He quickly leaped down, tilting his ear towards the stone wall.
When the Bull King saw that Lang Cang had stopped, he realized he had found an opening and was about to charge forward with all his might when he was stopped by Ma Yuan, who was waiting for the right moment.
Unfortunately, Ma Yuan was no match for it. It was knocked away by its sharp horns and crashed into a tree. Its hind legs bent to one side, and it screamed as it turned into human form and fainted.
At this moment, Lang Cang had already sensed the approaching danger. He quickly ran to Ma Yuan, threw him onto his back, and loudly signaled to the beastmen to flee.
"Ow—"
"Run! Run! It's a rockfall!!!"
"Awoooooo—" Running to the left and right!
As the wolf's howl faded, rocks fell in response, and the beastmen, hearing the signal, quickly ran to both sides.
The herd of wild bulls, unable to escape, perished beneath the rocks.
The orcs, who had escaped death, fled far away before daring to stop.
Tiger Hill collapsed on the grass, utterly exhausted; the whole tiger was practically numb.
Lang Cang cautiously looked back, and seeing no trace of the rocks, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He remembered Ma Yuan behind him and quickly put him on the grass.
Ma Yuan's eyes were tightly closed, his face was frighteningly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his left calf was twisted strangely. He looked terrible.
When Lang Cang saw his injured leg, his brows furrowed deeply.
Hu Qiu paused for a moment, then came over to examine Ma Yuan's injuries, his face grave. "Ma Yuan's leg is broken..."
In the tribes before Tiger Hill, this injury was almost incurable, and a mutilated orc was considered cursed, so everyone would stay away from him. Such orcs were always the first to be driven out of the tribe.
Although Tiger Hill considered this utter nonsense, that's what the priests kept saying.
Most orcs are stubborn and inflexible.
Lang Cang glanced at them. "No matter what, Ma Yuan was injured while hunting for the tribe. We can't leave him here alone."
“I see that the rocks have been rolled away enough. Go into the forest, cut down a tree to make planks to carry Ma Yuan, and I will take a few orcs to harvest the wild bull herd.”
Just now, a series of rocks fell, almost all of the herd of wild bulls were crushed to death, and the few who managed to escape were injured. The mad bull king was the first to be hit.
But to be on the safe side, he decided to go and check it out himself.
Huqiu nodded, and the group divided the work. Langcang and the others tied up the herd of wild bulls with simple vines, with each person dragging a few bulls.
Wolf Cang instructed the remaining beastmen to slowly drag their prey back to the tribe, while he led Tiger Hill and the others back to the tribe at top speed.
They didn't recognize any hemostatic herbs, and Ma Yuan had other wounds, making him the most seriously injured among them. He needed to take Ma Yuan back as soon as possible.
Let's go back to the present and listen to what Lang Cang has to say.
Lin Baiyan examined Ma Yuan's injuries, the most serious being the fracture in his lower leg.
He quickly pulled Lu Xiao over and asked him to bring over the herbs he had collected in the cave.
Because he has a special ability to identify herbs, Lin Baiyan touches any unfamiliar plants he encounters after confirming they are not poisonous. Over time, he has accumulated quite a few herbs.
Seeing that Lin Baiyan was still willing to use herbs to treat Ma Yuan, Hu Qiu boldly spoke up first, "Priest, Ma Yuan was injured because of the tribe. He is not a cursed orc. Can we not kick him out?"
Hu Qiu only dared to plead for Ma Yuan because he thought Lin Baiyan was easy to talk to and had a gentle personality.
If this had been the old priest of his tribe, he probably wouldn't have given Ma Yuan any treatment and would have simply given up and let him die. Even if he was lucky enough to survive the high fever, he would eventually be abandoned by the tribe when food was scarce during the snowy season.
Lin Baiyan looked at Huqiu with complete bewilderment.
what's the situation?
He hasn't even said anything yet, so why is he kicking Ma Yuan out?
At this moment, Lang Cang stared intently at the young man, his expression unfathomable. "Generally speaking, Ma Yuan's condition is incurable. They are the cursed orcs that the priests spoke of."
Lin Baiyan was utterly speechless upon hearing this statement.
It's just a broken bone, why are you dragging the Beast God into it?
What kind of orcs are cursed by the Beast God?
How come the Beast God is specifically able to choose to curse Lu Mayuan?
Even if there really is a Beast God, he is so busy with his affairs of state, how could he possibly remember a small tribe of beastmen like them!
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lin Baiyan's gaze towards Lang Cang changed. Could Lang Cang really believe such an obviously deceptive statement?
"Don't say anything yet, let me check on his condition."
At this moment, Lu Xiao came over with a basket of medicinal herbs. Lin Baiyan pushed Hu Qiu aside and went to check on Ma Yuan's injuries.
Then he picked out a few hemostatic and anti-inflammatory herbs from the basket and asked Lu Xiao to mash them into a paste. Lu Xiao took the herbs and went to work.
At this moment, Ma Yuan slowly regained consciousness. His lips were pale, and his eyes were filled with despair. He murmured, "My leg is broken. I'm cursed..."
Lin Baiyan interrupted him abruptly, "What are you talking about? The Beast God doesn't have time for you."
Why do they all seem to have been brainwashed?
He reasonably suspected that the priests were exaggerating because they couldn't cure such injuries and didn't want to support these crippled orcs, so they made up this nonsense.
"May I take a look at your injury?" the young man asked cautiously.
Ma Yuan nodded indifferently. Anyway, he was already a cripple, and no matter how much they looked at him, he probably couldn't be cured.
Lin Baiyan carefully touched Ma Yuan's injured leg. He had been hit by a stone at the construction site and suffered a fracture for a while, so he had a pretty good understanding of these things. The doctor had also told him some maintenance techniques.
During his injury, he watched many videos online in order to better care for his wound.
Lin Baiyan carefully examined Ma Yuan's wound. It wasn't as serious as Hu Qiu and the others had said. He felt that there was a high probability that Ma Yuan's wound could heal.
The cut surface of his broken leg was relatively flat, as if it had been broken directly, and it hung there limply.
Lin Baiyan breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his hand. Even if he didn't interfere, Ma Yuan's broken leg would probably heal slowly.
But... I guess I'll be walking with a limp from now on.
Seeing Ma Yuan on the verge of collapse, Lin Baiyan sighed deeply.
He kept recalling the bone-setting techniques he had seen in the video and his chances of success.