Seeing that the leopard warriors had already grasped their weapons and were eager to try, the old man could only shake his head helplessly.

"Okay...I'll try to treat it."

He raised his hand and let the clear water flow appear in the palm of his hand. After washing the injured person's skin thickly, he recited as before: "May the God of Spring Water soothe your injured body and your soul."

The clear water flow kept hovering, gently wiping the pus that was difficult to clean in the wound. The slight itch from the wound made the Aztran soldier lying on the ground hum intermittently. When the young man saw the old man start to act, he also used the same method to brush his hand over the wounded lying in front of him. The Aztran soldier he faced was broken by a hammer and had no wound on the epidermis. But under the erosion of the clear water in the young man's hands, the Aztran soldier also felt a slight itch in his skin and couldn't help but make a gentle hum from his nose.

Everyone, including the remaining two witch doctors of the Ponnie tribe, looked at the ceremony in front of them with concern. Only the masked woman seemed to be completely unwilling to what was happening in front of her, and her eyes were floating around in a daze.

The leading leopard warrior stamped his toes impatiently and waited. After a short while, he couldn't help but shout: "Okay? How long will it last?"

"It's roughly done."

The young man started to gasp slightly due to excessive use of magic. He pulled the injured person's shoulder and swung it up and down for a while. After a while, the injured person's face showed a surprised expression. He sat up from the ground and pressed his shoulders. The touch told him that the crushed bones had been picked up. He tried to move his shoulders and waist again, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Don't move around." The young witch doctor held the wounded. "My magic is only enough to connect the broken bones slightly. You have to wait a little longer to fully recover. In addition, the healed bones may have some deformities, so you have to be mentally prepared."

The leading leopard warrior snorted—the young man said it was a long time ago. Although it was magical, it was not surprising.

“It’s already done here.”

The old man raised his hand from the wounded's skin. People saw that the skin that had been necrotic due to the burn had been washed away by water. Not only that, a new thin layer of skin grew from the wound, covering the original wound. From the outside, there was no sign of any injury.

"Although it looks good, it actually only heals the surface. The inner symptoms have not been eliminated. And once the wound is healed, it becomes difficult to apply medicine." The old man shook his head regretfully, "I hope the God of Plague can have mercy and let this young life go."

The leading leopard warrior immediately became interested.

"I didn't expect you to be really capable," he said. "To be honest, there are two great figures with great origins here, all of whom are injured. After being cured, they can protect your wealth in the rest of your life. I wonder if you can cure it or cannot?"

"What kind of injury is it?" asked the young witch doctor.

"One was cut by a blade, and the wound was very deep, and the bones could be seen; the other was even more serious, with a hole in the hands and feet, which had been several months and still could not heal. How? Can you cure it?"

"The former one is not a problem," the old man replied, "but the latter one, for several months, must have had other diseases inside the wound, and we can do nothing."

"Think carefully before answering." The leading leopard warrior asked with his eyes wide open, "These are both important figures in our Aztland Empire, are you sure there is nothing you can do?"

"There is a high probability that there is no rescue." The old man shook his head and replied, "The magic of the God of Spring Water is not omnipotent."

"This is great!" The leading leopard warrior slapped his thigh, "You guys go back with us to treat the disease right away!"

The old man was shocked: "Did we not explain it clearly? I said, we cannot cure the injury."

"I've explained it clearly, and I've heard it clearly! I just want you if I can't cure it. If it can be cured, we won't look for you yet!" The leader of the leopard warrior waved his hand carelessly, "Come, take them back!"

Just when the four witch doctors were at a loss, the masked woman who had been sitting behind the witch doctors finally stood up and said, "Forget it, just follow them and meet those two important people."

The witch doctors looked back at the woman and nodded as if they had made up their minds.

In this way, the group of Bonis followed the leopard warriors to the camp where Ella and Tessosomok were. They were stopped at the door and were finally put in by the Aztlans after waiting for a full day.

The road to the tent was lined up with Aztlan soldiers, and there was a leopard warrior at every distance. The Bonis were almost driven to walk towards the camp, and even saying hello to the soldiers on both sides could not be done. The large number of Aztlans and the excellent weapons were also scared of these Bonis witch doctors. Especially the leopard warriors, they stared at them with their eyes, and the Makwaith carried on their shoulders seemed to chop off their necks at any time.

The witch doctor of the Ponni tribe couldn't help but lower his head in fear, only the masked woman, her head was slightly raised from beginning to end, maintaining a state of staring diagonally above, and I don't know what she was looking at.

Under such close surveillance, they walked into Tesosomok's tent. Ella and Tesosomo had been waiting inside, and of course, Xue Chipepe was not absent.

Ella watched the group of people in her seat. At first, what attracted her attention was the thick outfits of the group of Boni witch doctors that were obviously not as good as the temperature, but soon, her attention stopped on the masked woman. The outfit that was completely different from the other four people made Ella vaguely feel that this woman was probably not a Boni genius.

Xue Chipepe's attention also fell on this eye-catching woman. Before Tessomok and Ella could talk, he rushed to drink: "I'm still wearing a mask when I came here, what's the intention? Come on, pull off the cloth from her face!"

The four witch doctors of the Ponnie tribe were shocked and hurriedly blocked the woman's side, but their bodies were quickly pulled away by the leopard warrior who rushed up. A leopard warrior approached the woman and grabbed her wrist with one hand. The woman wanted to break free, but she couldn't break free. With the woman's "ah" scream, the leopard warrior rudely pulled off the woman's headscarf and veil.

"Don't be so useless..."

In half of Ella's words, she saw a rare red hair jumping out from under her headscarf. Then, under the mask, a face familiar to Ella, but she felt a little strange because she hadn't seen each other for too long.

Lily Mistertin.

This woman wrapped in a mask and easily grasped by the leopard warrior is undoubtedly the daughter of Antillian Sword Saint, the "Sword of Loki" that made the North Sea pirates frightened.
Chapter completed!