The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

"How are you, Dad?" The one who shouted loudly was Da Zhuang's son, who was also the young clan leader. He was a first-rank strong man. In the entire clan, except for his father, he was the strongest. This was inevitable. With a father who was the clan leader and invested a lot of resources in him, it would be a bit pathetic if he was not strong.

"I, I, I may not be able to hold on. From now on, you will be the chief of this tribe. Lead the tribe members to survive," Da Zhuang said weakly to his son.

"Father can't do without you. There are too many enemies outside, and I don't have the ability to resist. That second-level werewolf is too strong." Although Dazhuang's son wanted to be the patriarch, he was facing a powerful enemy outside and he had no ability to fight back. He, the new patriarch who had just succeeded, might be killed by the werewolves outside and become their food.

"I know this too, but what can I do? I feel my life is slipping away, and I may not live long," Da Zhuang said helplessly.

"No, what should I do if you leave? I'm not ready at all. Dad," the son said in tears.

"If it doesn't work, lead the remaining tribesmen to evacuate this area and find a new home." The old patriarch, as a father, gave his son advice again.

Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Tian Ye knew that if the old patriarch died now, the entire tribe would be in disarray, and he would most likely be killed by werewolves. He could not let this happen.

"Chief, maybe you won't die. I can help you." Pushing the pig-headed man standing next to him, Tian Ye said helplessly.

"Get out of my way, Zhu Laoba, what are you doing here? Run away while you still have a bit of strength. Look at your sickly appearance, what can you do?" The pig-headed warrior next to him obviously knew Zhu Laoba, and he pushed Zhu Laoba hard, causing him to stagger to the ground. Tian Ye was no match for a first-level warrior in terms of pure strength now, so he just sat down on the ground.

The clan leader's son also glanced at Zhu Lao Ba, but didn't pay much attention. He continued to look at his father. What could this Zhu Lao Ba do? He also knew Zhu Lao Ba. Although he didn't have a particularly deep impression of him, he knew that he didn't have any special abilities. He was just an ordinary pig-headed man, not even a first-level warrior.

"Tell me what you can do?" The dying patriarch said in a slightly distorted voice. Although his voice was not loud, everyone heard it. His words still had prestige in the tribe. If you give a dying man a glimmer of hope, he will grab it. Seeing that the patriarch wanted to give Zhu Lao Ba a chance, no one stopped him. Zhu Lao Ba got up from the ground and came to the patriarch.

"I will use a basic healing technique. You may not get completely better, but you won't die," Zhu Laoba came to the patriarch and said softly.

Although Zhu Lao Ba's voice was low, it was unbelievable to everyone. No pig-headed man had ever known magic. This was a consensus among the entire tribe and even the entire pig-headed circle. This guy actually said that he knew magic. You have to know that in the entire orc tribe, among the huge ethnic groups, there are very few races that can use magic. This guy said that he knew magic, which was simply a joke in front of everyone.

The tribe leader lying on the ground was somewhat disheartened, and he didn't believe it either. However, the following words gave the team leader the motivation to live again.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but do you have any other way besides me? Why don't you let me try?"

The Pig-headed Man Chief looked at Zhu Lao Ba's weak body, then at his shrewd eyes, and then at the half-exposed wound. Suddenly, the old chief's eyes lit up. He found that although Zhu Lao Ba's wound had not fully recovered, the swelling had subsided. In the cold winter, it was almost impossible. We all know that the wound that Zhu Lao Ba was slashed by the werewolf that day was more than 40 centimeters long. Once such a wound became inflamed, it would be a fatal blow to the Pig-headed Man. Few Pig-headed Men can survive, let alone an ordinary Pig-headed Man? The chief was very strong, and there was not much time left. He felt that his life was slipping away, so he decided to take a gamble?

"Old Eight, I believe you can start treating me," the old patriarch said weakly, and then he had a dry cough and it looked like he was about to die.

Seeing this situation, Tian Ye was a little scared. He didn't know if he could cure the patriarch, but this was also an opportunity, an opportunity to show himself in the tribe. If he saved the patriarch this time, he might be valued more and have a better life.

Tian Ye closed his eyes to calm his nervous mood and quietly felt the energy of the space. This time it was much faster than the first time and he soon resonated with the free energy in the air.

"Hurry up, Zhu Lao Ba, my father is dying," the patriarch's son shouted loudly. He seemed to have forgotten that it was Zhu Lao Ba who was saving his father, not his father. But Tian Ye didn't hear the patriarch's son's words, and was fully engaged in communicating with the free energy in the air. Soon, more and more energy gathered in the mental power, and was brought into Tian Ye's body, along the body to the fingers. He calmed down and tried to control the energy to move up and down little by little according to his handprint. After a while, a primary healing spell was completed. With a ding, the seal was completed, and then without hesitation, this primary healing spell, which was much more perfect than the first time, was directly injected into the patriarch's body.

After Tian Ye completed the primary healing technique, everyone looked at a green rune in disbelief, which directly merged into the body of the patriarch. When the rune touched the leader's body, it turned into scattered energy and rushed into the leader's body. Slowly, the bleeding from the wounds on his legs, arms, and chest stopped. The paleness on his face also regained some redness. His eyes, which were half open, opened again, and a gleam of light appeared in the leader's eyes. He seemed to be alive. In the fight with the god of death, no, it was in Zhu Laoba's primary healing technique that he was rescued. He was snatched back from the hands of the god of death by Zhu Laoba.

Seeing his father's condition improved, the clan leader's son's complexion also looked much better. However, he was not satisfied to see that his father's improvement had only stopped bleeding. He wanted his father to get better quickly and then lead the clan members to fight the werewolves outside.

"Pig Old Eight, please use your magic a few more times to make father better so that he can lead the warriors to fight against those damn werewolves." The patriarch's son did not seem to feel that there was anything wrong with what he said, but after hearing what he said, the patriarch wanted to slap his son a few times.

"Don't be rude. Do you think magic is a sweet potato? The more you want, the more you can have. Magic is very energy-consuming. In order to thank Zhu Laoba and for the better development of the tribe in the future, Zhu Laoba will be the little priest of our tribe in the future."

Before Zhu Lao Ba could be happy, he saw two pig-headed warriors running over from a distance. When they saw the young chief was here, they ran over directly. After running in, they saw that the chief lying on the ground was not dead. One of the warriors said anxiously, "Chief, the brothers in front can't hold on any longer. The werewolves are coming." This sentence shocked everyone.