Chapter 452.
Chapter 452 – Injury
The flames in the fire pit danced brightly and dimly, as if reflecting the mood of the house owner at this moment.
The chief of the Blood Ox Tribe looked at the flames with a grimace.
His heart was so angry and sad right now, as well as a huge worry that was hard to suppress.
A straw curtain separated a small area from the innermost part of the chief’s longhouse.
Inside, some sounds similar to those made by animals were constantly coming out, the howling of ice wolves, the roaring of black-spotted tigers, and the chirping of birds and finches.
If people who didn’t know the truth were here, they must have thought that Chief Asoye kept a lot of animals in the house.
However, this is not the case, the one who made the cries was the shaman, an ancient profession among the orcs, who simulated the voices of various animals to communicate with the Spirit of the Wilderness, the oldest god believed in by the orcs, on a spiritual level. They communicate with the Spirits of the Wilderness – the oldest gods the Orcs believe in – by mimicking the voices of various animals on a spiritual level, as a way of asking for a boon to give them power beyond the mundane, or so they say themselves.
On the other side of the curtain of grass, the shamans danced a strange dance while mimicking animal calls.
Asoye was tempted to barge in and ask what was happening to his son now, but never dared to make a move, fearing that his recklessness would impinge on the gods, as the shamans had repeatedly warned him before they began the ritual.
Just two days ago, his own son Gunther had been carried back to the Blood Bull tribe.
They were panting and panicked, as if they had just lost a battle – only to learn later that they had indeed lost a battle.
Asoye nearly fainted the moment he saw his son.
Gunther’s arm was tightly bandaged, but from the large pools of blood and his ghastly white face, Asoye knew his son had been badly hurt.
Gunther was barely able to stand on his own at the time, and besides him, several other warriors had suffered similar injuries.
Under his stern, cold gaze, his son and his men winced as they recounted the events leading up to it, noting that their injuries had been caused by an evil wand.
The chief of the Blood Bull tribe was so furious that if his son hadn’t been so badly injured, he would have taken up his big stick and taught the bastard a lesson.
Now he didn’t even know how angry he should be.
Just as he was thinking about how to punish Gunther and his men, something bad happened, their injuries started to worsen.
The first sign of the worsening injuries was that the affected area began to swell and ooze pus, and later on it turned out to be that their bodies were heating up and their foreheads were getting hotter and hotter.
Orcs have a very good physique, easily won t catch a cold or fever, nowadays even ……
That night, there are two strong warriors did not pass through, by the wilderness spirit summoned away.
Worst of all, among those with the fever was his son Gunther.
……
The sound of the door of the longhouse being opened reached his ears, interrupting Chief Asoye’s thoughts.
It was his loyal retainer, Yerye.
Without even raising his head, Asoye asked breathlessly, “How are the others?”
Ye’erye shook his head, “Lord Chief, there are two people who have survived for the time being, and their bodies are starting to gradually reduce the fever, the others …… are still not optimistic. You take a look at this.”
He reached into a pocket on his shirt and pulled out something, reaching out to Asoye and spreading his palm out in front of him.
The chief of the Blood Cow Tribe stared carefully at the palm of Yel’ye’s hand, and he realized that it was some chunks of metal,.
“What the hell is all this?”
Asoye picked up one of them and held it in front of his eyes.
Yerye said, “It was taken from the bodies of those wounded warriors.”
This was the stuff that sent his sons and warriors to the edge of life and death?
Yelye said, “I’ve identified these, they’re made of lead, and based on the descriptions of the people who came back, I’m guessing that kind of wand would be a weapon similar to a slingshot or something like that, and these things ……” he turned his hand upside down, “are the projectiles fired from a slingshot.”
“Lord Chief, they are very terrible projectiles, although from the outside they appear to be a hole punched in the skin, the damage they cause inside the body is extremely brutal.”
“I see!”
Asoye looked at his guards, “Take care of those warriors for me, please.” “Yes, Lord Chief!”
Yelye bowed and left the longhouse.
Asoye continued to sit by the fire, staring blankly into the flames.
“Lord Chief!”
The voice that he had been waiting for finally came.
The three shamans lifted the straw curtain and came to Asoye’s side.
“Lord Gunther’s condition has been suppressed for the time being, the heat in his body is no longer increasing. However ……”
A “but” pulled Asoye back from the edge of ecstasy.
“But what?”
“This is only temporary after all, if we want Lord Gunther to get completely well, we have to …… just ……”
Asoye frowned, “Don’t swallow your words in front of me.”
“It would have to be a complete removal of his injured arm.”
Asoye was furious, “What? Wouldn’t that make my son a cripple, do you know what that means?”
The leading shaman said bravely, “There is no other way, although he lost an arm, but Lord Gunther can keep his life, if he can not give up this arm, he is afraid …….”
Asoye nodded painfully.
“Well, since you have made this judgment, let us follow your advice.”
The shaman bowed to him and retired to prepare.
Asoye came to his son’s side, by now Gunther was delirious and couldn’t stop talking gibberish.
He looked to the site of the wound on Gunther’s left arm, where a large bloody hole stood out. The area around the wound was wiped clean and showed swelling.
Is there …… a lead projectile in here too?
He remembered what Yerye had shown him.
The three shamans soon returned, bringing tools, the most conspicuous and frightening of which were ……
the saw!
“Lord Chief, allow me to tie up Lord Gunther, I’m afraid he won’t be able to withstand it when the operation begins later ……”
Asoye made a gesture of being at your service, and then went out without a word.
The shamans tied up Gunther handily, and stuffed a special wooden stick into Gunther’s mouth.
This was to prevent him from biting his tongue.
Gunther, who was in a daze, seemed to sense something, and opened his cloudy eyes to see the tools in the hands of the shamans.
“Woooo! No …… oooooh!”
He wriggled up against the immense pain, his instincts telling him what fate he would face. He tried to spit out the stick in his mouth, yet how could he not?
“Hold him down! Hold him down!”
The shaman with the saw instructed his companion sharply, and Gunther was soon unable to move.
Asoye stood outside the longhouse, staring up at the stars in silence.
Soon, from within the house came a long, tragic whisper ……
(End of chapter)