World of beasts with system

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

The middle-aged orc who was so powerful before was now sitting on the tree trunk with a pale face. There was a wound on his thigh as long as the orc's palm, and bright red blood was constantly pouring out from there.

Slowly soaking the ground beneath him.

The surrounding tribesmen looked sad, such a serious injury... Even if the witch is here, it can't be cured without the beast crystal...

Beast crystal! Thinking of this, the middle-aged handsome uncle quickly transformed into a partial beast, scratching the heads of several saber-toothed pigs with his sharp claws, but to his disappointment, there was no beast crystal.

Uncle Dashi's mind was already a little sluggish and he had lost too much blood.

Yuan Lang came over holding a tree vine in his hand, bent down and squatted beside Uncle Dashi, the tree vine in his hand was tightly tied above the thigh wound.

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

"The blood...the blood...is too small..." the orc's voice was trembling, and the surrounding tribesmen looked at Uncle Dashi's wound upon hearing this.

Sure enough, the blood flow rate from the wound that was originally gushing out large streams of blood has slowly slowed down.

Yuan Lang stood up and looked at his original father standing aside: "Did you bring any herbs when you came here?"

The middle-aged beautiful orc shook his head: "Not really..."

Yuan Lang frowned. The soldiers fighting on the battlefield still knew a few simple herbs for trauma, but the herbs in this world were very different from what he knew. None of them looked familiar, and he did not dare to pick them at will.

"Didn't that boy from Stone Forest have some medicinal 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, a few days ago I heard that boy from Shilin say that he got some herbs from a little female in the tribe, and they are very effective in treating wounds."

"The smell of blood here is too strong. Let's carry Uncle Dashi to join the clan members first."

Although Uncle Dashi is currently injured and it 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 others who were waiting anxiously on the spot heard the chaotic footsteps, and raised their stone spears in warning.

It wasn't until the familiar smell penetrated their noses that everyone became excited: "The tribesmen are back."

"It seems to smell like blood."

"Are any clan members injured?"

When Shi Lin heard this, he immediately took off the small animal skin package from his chest and held it in his arms.

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

Shi Lin's face turned pale, and he quickly ran forward and helped the unconscious Uncle Dashi down: "Father! Dad!"

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

The middle-aged beautiful orc walked over and patted his shoulder: "Shi Lin, your father is fine now, but his injury is serious and he needs to apply medicine. Where are the herbs you brought?"

When Shi Lin heard this, he immediately lowered his head and saw 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 here. I listened to the little female and ground them into powder. Just sprinkle them directly on the wound and it will be fine."

After that, they carefully opened the small package of animal skins wrapped in a ball, and the beasts finally saw the herbs carefully protected by the stone forest along the way.