Zhang Dapeng counted and found that there were seventeen blades on the white-mei clan leader. In addition to the fatal one on his chest, there were two fatal injuries on his lower abdomen and thighs. If it were not a bronze beast, it would not have survived.

"Lord Zhang, no matter what, think of a way to save the Baimei Clan leader. You know, Baimei is the only bronze beast in our ape group. If it dies, our ape group will be finished."

Zhang Dapeng gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment. He had used his inspiration to save Qingque and Black-Secret Spider. It should be fine if Baimei came to save him.

But he didn't want others to know such an important secret.

However, the Baimei Clan leader helped him a lot. This castle was built by someone else. He did not forget to dig wells when he drank water. We cannot be ungrateful. We can save it, but the secret must be kept.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dapeng said: "Senior Old Ape, I can try it, but I am not sure whether I can save it."

"I understand, just try your best to cure it. Just talk if you need anything, and we apes will find a way."

Zhang Dapeng nodded, walked to the side of the Baimei Clan leader, and touched its chest with his hand. Perhaps it was because of the rain or because his life was in danger, Zhang Dapeng could hardly feel Baimei's body temperature.

Press the palm of your hand on Baimei's forehead and crossed the 10 points of Inspiration Value. Let's hold your life first. No matter how strong the Inspiration Value is, it is impossible to save the dead.

"Little King Kong, Xiaobai!"

Zhang Dapeng shouted, and the two little guys walked out of the next door, both of them looked very nervous, obviously because they had never seen such a tragic scene.

"The giant python we killed last time was placed on the edge of the territory. You took a machete and knocked down a sharp bone. The thinner and sharper the better."

The two little guys agreed and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Zhang Dapeng turned around and said, "Senior Old Ape, please go to the black ape to cut two triangular long-stem grasses in the field, choose the dark green one, and then chop it and flatten it for me."

"Go to mow the grass now?"

The old ape didn't understand, but got up and walked out, and arranged for the black ape to go to mow the grass.

Taking advantage of the old ape's time to go out, Zhang Dapeng turned around and injected ten inspiration points into the tiger. There were more than thirty wounds on the tiger's body, and there was no blood to flow. He was on the verge of life and death. Let's hold his life first.

The kung fu, snake bones and triangular grass were sent.

Zhang Dapeng first rubbed the flattened triangular grass and tore off small strips two millimeters wide.

The triangular grass is extremely tough, which is the only thing he can think of now that he can use it as silk thread.

The white eyebrows were in a coma, so don’t worry about whether it was painful or not. Zhang Dapeng grabbed the skin of the wound, took the sharp snake bone and pierced it hard. After piercing it through, he sewed it up with thin triangular grass silk thread.

During this process, Zhang Dapeng passed a small amount of inspiration every time he was shot, ensuring the rapid healing of the wound.

The white-eyed ape skin was extremely thick. Just by sewing these wounds, Zhang Dapeng used three sharp snake bones and stabbed several holes in his hand, and blood flowed out.

Sew the wound and apply the hemostatic grass and ginseng grass on it. The rest depends on fate.

After getting ready, the old ape reached out to find his nose and breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel that my breathing is stable. OK, okay! Baimei is a bronze beast, and her body has strong self-repair ability, so she should be able to survive."

Zhang Dapeng also smiled, turned around and walked to the tiger: "I'll sew it for it too."

After changing to the sharp snake bone, Zhang Dapeng grabbed the tiger skin from the wound and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: This is not a tiger skin, it is clearly two soft armors, even several times harder than his silver-wire soft armor.

"How do you sew this?"

Zhang Dapeng tried it with a sharp snake bone, and the snake bone broke with a crack and could not be stabbed in at all.

The old ape sighed: "Then apply some herbs. Whether it can survive is its own life."

Zhang Dapeng thought about it and asked Xiaobai and his team to cut a few more triangular long-stem grasses, and used these grass to tie up the wounds of the tiger's whole body, and then applied herbs. When applying the medicine, they also used some inspiration values, which was enough to do their best.

After finishing cleaning here, Lao Yuan and the others went to the next room. Zhang Dapeng arranged for Xiaobai to deliver the fruits and meat and barbecue. The two of them ate and chatted.

"This time Baimei took the ape tribe out for training, and walked a little further, and happened to encounter the local silver beast recruitment..."

Looking at Zhang Dapeng's curious expression, the old ape explained: "For monsters, although they do not build cities like gods, they will also have their own sphere of influence. If they encounter foreign invasion, powerful monsters will initiate a conscript order to summon all monsters in the territory to fight against foreign enemies together."

"As soon as Baimei entered that territory, she was summoned by the local silver beast Red Eye Golden Eagle. There were more than a dozen monsters summoned, and the foreign enemy was a single monster."

The old ape took a deep breath, and a serious expression appeared on his old face: "It just so happened that I was a slave in the territory of the monster for more than ten years. After listening to the description of the monkey group, I concluded that the monster was a 'sword saint'."

"Sword Saint? There is actually a Sword Saint in this world?"

Zhang Dapeng stared at the dog, and was so shocked that his balls were cold.

The old ape looked at him in surprise and said, "Why, do you know the Sword Saint too?"

Zhang Dapeng quickly shook his head: "I don't know, but I can probably guess the name, it should be a monster with a sword."

"No, the Sword Saint is just the name of the monster, it uses a knife."

"A dozen bronze monsters, plus the red-eyed golden eagle, barely killed it. The battle was so fierce that five close-kill bronze beasts died on the spot."

"After the battle, the Red Eye Golden Eagle distributed a spirit fruit to each of the undead monsters. If it weren't for the spirit fruit hanging, Baimei and the tiger would definitely die."

"According to the people of the ape group, this tiger blocked a fatal blow for Bai Mei at a critical moment, so Bai Mei specifically reminded him to save it."

After listening to the old ape's story, Zhang Dapeng's heart was filled with huge waves.

He had heard the story of Warcraft before that, and even saw the tools for the Warcraft clan to work in the bedroom of the old ape, but he could not combine the Warcraft in the story with the Warcraft in the game.

Sword Saint, is there really a Sword Saint?

The sword saint who can be used to storm the wind step and sword blade?

In that case, the world would be ten times more terrifying than he believed.

The territory that Zhang Dapeng traveled was in the imperial style, and he followed the route of adding technology to the explosive soldiers. As long as he had abundant resources, he could fill up all the science and technology trees and then explode the soldiers wildly.

The empire in this world has changed a lot from the empire in the game, that is, it can produce hero units.
Chapter completed!