Darkwater valley.

"Prince! Pastor!" An urgent shout suddenly came from outside the camp in the valley highlands. Then, a soldier dressed in scout ran out of the jungle, and a wounded man covered in blood was carrying him on his back.

He ran into the camp with his people on his back, and the blood was spilled all the way down, all of which were the wounded on his back, and his injuries looked very serious.

The human race and the lizard men are tempted to attack each other in the jungle of the river valley. The scouts on both sides are intertwined, and conflicts occur every moment. Such wounded people are very common.

The scout ran towards the wounded camp with his comrades on his back. He knew that the pastor was busy there at this moment.

As soon as he entered the camp, bloody smell came to his nose, his ears were filled with screams and screams. The priests in white robes tied their cuffs with ropes, each of them was so busy that they looked like a top.

As soon as the warrior entered the camp, the wounded man on his back was found. A priest rushed over and pointed to a long table covered with linen and said, "Put him up."

The soldier hurriedly did as he did and carried his seriously injured comrade over. The other party's body was very serious. His hips were swept by the dying lizardman warrior with a spear. The tip of the spear brushed his body, smashed the bones, and cut them nearly 10 cm deep, almost cutting him in half.

Blood gushed out like money, and the wound was covered with broken bones and minced meat, which looked terrible. The soldiers who came in with their comrades on their backs turned pale in their faces.

But the pastor was obviously accustomed to this situation. He wore thin gloves made of sheep intestines on his hand and put his fingers into the wound to grop. After a while, he pulled out a blood vessel that was spurting blood. Then he randomly clamped it with peach wood. The blood immediately stopped halfway.

After doing this, he reached into the wound and groped. After a while, he took out another blood vessel. He connected the blood vessel to spray blood vessels and pinched them tightly. A pure light as water appeared on his hands. This was the power given to him by the goddess of life. He had extremely powerful healing ability.

Naturally, he is the priest of the goddess of life.

If nothing unexpected happens, the blood vessel will heal quickly in this pure light, and then the warrior's life will be saved.

But the brilliance in the priest's hand lasted less than two seconds, and then the brilliance went out. The time was too short, and the blood vessels were not too late to heal. The priest grinned like a toothache and turned to other busy priests and said, "My holy power is exhausted today, who has the strength? My wounded leg artery is broken, waiting to help me!"

They have been fighting since now. There are 10 wounded people every day, and as long as they are injured, they are all seriously injured. The attacks of the lizardmen are really terrible. Such injuries require the priests to use holy power to bring back the lives of the warriors.

Although there is a lot of precious healing knowledge in the Saints Academy and every pastor also needs to learn knowledge of human structure to maximize the use of holy power, the injured are too serious and cannot waste time. Once delayed, they will leave lifelong disability. Disability is just like killing their lives for a warrior.

So even if you try to save the use of holy power, most of the day, the holy power obtained by the pastors through prayer will be basically consumed.

The priest of the Goddess of Life shouted, and the priests in the camp turned their heads and shook their heads. They might have holy power, but there were not many, and they were seriously injured on their hands to deal with it, so they couldn't distract themselves.

"Don't anyone have it?" The priest asked unwillingly. The injury of the warrior under his command was mild. He only had to heal blood vessels, correct broken bones, suture the cut muscles, and then use holy water to moisten the vitality. After last month, he would jump around and participate in the battle.

To be honest, such a warrior is the most worth saving, but this cannot be said, because the life of each warrior is equally important and cannot be compared, at least not on the surface.

At this time, the Moon God's priest replied: "Maybe Gorenson has it."

Gorenson, a priest who specializes in healing in the Temple of War, does not have many special choices in the Temple of War. The priests of the God of War generally choose to specialize in assisting in combat. People who are truly interested in healing generally choose the Goddess of Life, because the Goddess' divine power is gentle and full of vitality, and is most suitable for treating injuries.

"Golenson? Where is he?" The priest turned his head and looked at the camp, but could not find Gollenson's figure.

"I guess he's having a meal now. You know, he has never had enough food since he was busy in the morning." The priest of the Moon Temple responded.

"I remember he had saved four seriously injured people. How could he have the holy power?" The priest of the goddess of life was confused. The tent was so big that the pastors knew exactly what they did. Gorenson saved one more person than him.

"That guy is very careful with his sage power, just like the smartest businessman, not a single point, not a single point, not a single point, not a single point. He is back. Hey, Gorenson, there is a guy in Fonno who wants you to help."

Pastor Gorenson looked very haggard, pale, thick dark circles, and bloodshot eyes. In fact, the priests in the wounded barracks all looked like this.

Fo Nuo looked over with hope in his eyes. The warrior who had come in with the wounded before also looked over with worry in his eyes. He really hoped that the other party could give a positive answer so that his comrades could be saved because of this, but he was also afraid that the other party would shake his head and deny it.

Fortunately, Gorenson did not shake his head. He walked over and looked at the injuries of the warrior on the table. Without saying a word, he took the blood vessels in Pastor Fono's hand that were clamped with fine peach wood.

Immediately afterwards, a golden and red light of the God of War flowed out from his hands. As soon as this light appeared, it attached to the blood vessel wall like life, revealing the entire blood vessel in a tiny ray. It can be clearly seen that the broken blood vessels began to grow, connect, and connect together under the stimulation of the holy power.

Almost as the blood vessels were connected, and before there was enough time to consolidate, the light in Gorenson's hand was extinguished. He gently let the blood vessels go away and let the connected blood vessels slowly shrink into the injured person's body, and smiled and said, "Let the rest recover by itself. Anyway, this young man needs to rest for a while."

Fonuo breathed a sigh of relief, and he ordered the soldiers beside him to suppress his comrades and start completing subsequent treatment for the wounded.

There are no new wounded people coming here now. Gorenson is also helping.

Fonu was a little curious about him. He couldn't help but ask, "How much holy power do you have today?"

"A little more than half."

"Why are there so many?" Fo Nuo was shocked. He had already used up all of his life, and there were fewer people saving than the other party, and the gap was a bit big.

"How do you control the use of holy power?" Furno became more and more curious. It was not uncommon for Gorenson to save holy power. Every pastor here was doing this. In order to save power and save more people, the pastors thought about all the ways they could think of.

Gorenson smiled with a tooth: "The holy power my God gives is a bit special. He transformed the holy power. You know, just like the craftsmen who made muskets to quantify the amount of gunpowder in the bullet, he transformed the holy power into one by one. God will give me a correct number for anyone and any injury, such as the injury just now. When I saw it, I knew that using 9013 holy power can complete the healing."

""Fu Nuo was speechless when he heard this. Fortunately, he did not forget the work at hand. After the wounded was treated, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is it necessary to divide the holy power so much? Is God so busy?"

Gorenson spread his hands: "I don't know if this is necessary. But the benefits are obvious. As for God, we are just mortals, how can we understand God's power?"

Fo Nuo was speechless. At this moment, he hoped that the goddess of life could do this, but he was a believer of the goddess, so how could he make a request to God?

At this time, another wounded man was carried into the wounded barracks.

The seriously injured person was in great tragic condition. His lower abdomen was pierced by a spear and a big hole was broken. You could clearly see that his intestines were broken, and the blood was squirting, and the person had fainted.

This injury discouraged the priests, and the battle situation became more and more intense. This was the 20th seriously injured person today. Their holy power was basically exhausted, and they could not save people even when they rushed up. They could only watch the wounded lose their lives.

No one wants to experience this powerless pain.

"Pastor! Pastor! Save people quickly, why are you standing there? The wounded man brought back important news. Lord Thales wants him to live and wake up!" A strong warrior wearing steel bear-skinned armor shouted at the priests.

This is a god-loving person. Ordinary warriors do not have the physical strength to use such heavy armor, because they do not have this power. There are only 7 god-loving people in the camp. Everyone knows this god-loving person and is Mogolin, the most trusted adjutant of Lord Thales.

He has all come, which is enough to illustrate the importance of this wounded.

A pastor walked up quickly. Now he was the only priest present who had the ability to save people. While walking, he said, "I need someone to help me."

Several pastors walked up there, including Forno.

Mogolin felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he pulled a caregiver and asked softly, "What's going on?"

The nurse dared not let out a strong atmosphere and whispered: "There are too many serious injuries, and the priests have fewer holy powers."

"Who is that priest? Why does he have holy power?" Mogolin pointed to Pastor Gorenson, whose golden red glow was shining in his hand.

"That is Lord Gorenson of the Temple of War God. His power seems to be very powerful." The nurse is an ordinary person. He doesn't understand the priest's control over the use of holy power. In his eyes, he saw that Gorenson saved the most people, and he still has holy power. Isn't this powerful?

"War Temple?" Mogolin was slightly stunned. The priest of the Temple of Goddess of Life is best at healing. Isn't this common sense? Why is it the priest of the Temple of Goddess of War the turn to carry the beam?

As Thales' adjutant, he roughly remembers the information of the pastors. The pastors they recruited this time seemed to be all low-level formal pastors who had just been transferred from trainee pastors. Didn't you hear that any powerful pastors came here?

A series of doubts brought Mogolin to Gorenson, and he decided to observe the priest from the Temple of War.

Mogolin is a practical man. Of course, the divine followers who can come out to gain merits, rather than retirement in the holy land, are all people with super-action power. Three days later, he learned about the entire situation in the injured barracks.

He found that the priests of the Temple of War God's healing level was not the highest, and the healing ability of the God of War God's holy power was not the best. They were not as good as the sacred power of the Moon, nor even more than the sacred power of the Goddess of Life, but they were the most lasting.

The wounded soldiers were transported in. The one who persisted until the end must be this Gorenson, and the one who saved the most was also this Gorenson. He obtained a data. Within three days, the injured soldiers reached 51, Gorenson saved 16 people alone, and the other five priests combined to save 35 people.

These are all low-level priests, and the gap is really big.

Mogolin reported this to Thales. Thales, who was busy preparing for the final battle, glanced at the report and said simply: "Next time, we will all recruit priests from the Temple of War."

On the battlefield, he does not need the priest's holy power to be pure or the level of healing. He only needs to keep as many warriors as possible. Obviously, the priest of the Temple of War is most in line with his needs.

This result comes from a smart brain that conscientiously responds to the prayers of believers. It has no joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. It only acts according to the program set by Rollin, with no details and no omissions. Moreover, its digital intelligence core instinctively quantifies everything and never makes mistakes.

This effort was soon discovered by the believers of the God of War, especially on the battlefield. A saying began to circulate on the battlefield: "The God of War never lets down the believers." (To be continued...)

Chapter 511 The God of War never lets down his believers:
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