"Well …"
Little Luna shook her head and said, "Most low-level curses will not overflow with magic waves. This is the basic knowledge of Airadia. Don't tell me you don't even know this?"
"There are no other medical professions to confirm it, and there is no magic wave overflow. How can you be sure that this is a curse?"
Caesar murmured in his heart. Then he looked at Orkhash's condition for a while. The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong. "Damn it, is it just a heatstroke?"
It must be noted that in a situation where a single "Dispel" could remove most low-level negative statuses, no one would study the concept of "disease."
If there was a problem, they could just ask a priest. The more powerful the divinity, the better the effect. There was even a forbidden divinity like "Raise the Dead". In front of an omnipotent priest, how could other medical professions survive?
Heatstroke was not a serious problem in the world where Caesar came from, because the education level there was quite widespread, and everyone had the necessary knowledge of life. As early as the onset of the illness, they could realize the danger and deal with it immediately.
But this was Airadia, a primitive and barren Orc. How could they know these things?
Even on Earth, heatstroke was quite a serious problem, and the mortality rate could be as high as 80%. Not to mention that the temperature in the dry season in the north was much higher than on Earth. These stupid guys actually put Orkhash in an open space without any shelter. No matter how strong an Orc's body was, he would not be able to survive.
Although Caesar was not 100% sure whether Orkhash was suffering from heatstroke, even if it was really the "Balrog's Curse", these Orcs still could not do anything and could only watch Orkhash die in pain.
Caesar decided to give it a try.
He was ready to build the Stone Crow clan into his base and use this group of Orcs as his primitive force. Of course, he could not let a strong Orc warrior die in front of him.
Of course, he also had some dark plans. If he could successfully save this Orc, Caesar would have a breakthrough with the Stone Crow clan, and the relationship between him and the Orcs would not be purely based on interests.
If he succeeded, the stubborn Orc would never forget Caesar's kindness. Even if he failed, he would not lose anything.
Time waits for no one. After making his decision, he quickly walked toward the crowd of beasts, using his tail to sweep away the beasts in front of him. He then used his large body to forcefully squeeze through the crowd.
Ignoring the gazes of others, Caesar grabbed Orkash who was lying on the ground.
His right claw immediately gave him a sticky feeling. This orc was covered in sweat, and his body temperature was not low. This was very consistent with the symptoms of severe heatstroke. This gave Caesar more information about his own judgment.
"Orkash, damn it, what are you doing?!"
"Let him go!"
According to the ancient traditions of the Beastmen, if a warrior recognized by the clan died or was about to die, the Beastmen had to hold a farewell ceremony for him and sing an ancient song to witness his death.
However, Caesar interrupted this ancient ritual.
This caused great dissatisfaction among the Stone Crow clan. For a moment, the crowd was furious. Even the usually calm old wizard Sve raised his eyebrows and gripped his bone staff tightly.
Caesar did not have enough time to take care of everything, but he knew that he had to explain to the Stone Crow clan. In the history of Airadia, many wars were caused by a ridiculous misunderstanding.
"Maybe I can save him …"
Caesar whispered to Sve. After that, without waiting for the crowd to react, he spread out his black wings. His thin cornea almost knocked down some of the Orcs, and he brought Orkash back to his nest.
"Orkash!" Gall roared. He looked at the figure that was grabbed by Caesar and wanted to chase after him.
"Let him try."
Sve stopped the reckless big warrior, "We can't do anything, but maybe the mysterious dragon has other ways."
— —
In the Black Dragon's nest.
The temperature in the cave was much lower than outside. The reason was that there was a huge frozen rock in the corner. Caesar really knew how to enjoy life. He used Frost Breath to create a "cooling rock." Even in the nest, he could still enjoy the pleasant cold air.
"Ortorenzo."
It was rare for Luna to call out Caesar's real name when she was signing the oath. "Don't tell me you know divine magic?
Otherwise, why did you bring this guy here? He's dying. "
"It's still early."
Caesar put Orkash down. Although the Orc's body was not as strong as the dragon's, it was still quite strong. If those idiots outside didn't throw Orkash under the hot sun, he would be able to hold on for a long time even if he couldn't survive.
If it was a heatstroke, he would have to cool down first.
But he couldn't use Frost Breath directly. Now the Orc's body was quite weak. Caesar was afraid that if a layer of frost fell, the sudden change in temperature would directly kill the Orc.
Caesar thought for a moment and cut off a large piece of ice from the rock that was used for refrigeration. Then, he breathed out a flame. Although his control of his breath had not reached perfection, it was not far from it. He could achieve such a fine control.
The broken ice melted under the heat of the fire and turned into liquid that flowed into the claws. Then Kathleen drenched Olkhash.
Sure enough —
Seeing the Orc's painful expression relax, he was more and more sure that this was not a "Balrog's Curse." It was just a normal heatstroke.
"Go and scoop some of that stuff we drank and feed it to him," Caesar ordered little Luna, and then used his tail to open Orkash's mouth.
Sometimes it was troublesome to have sharp claws and teeth. They could easily tear apart fragile objects, such as the skin around the Orc's face. So he could only use his tail to open the unconscious Orc's mouth.
"Oh... oh."
Although she did not understand what Caesar meant, Luna still obediently held a bigger bowl and scooped a bowl of her favorite drink from the stone pot.
Caesar remembered that there was peppermint in the medicine used to treat heatstroke in his previous life. Although the peppermint in Airadia was quite different from the peppermint on Earth, the taste was still the same. Maybe it could have the same effect.
Hopefully.
Caesar helped Orkash up a little. Luna flapped her wings and flew above the Orc's head. Then she hung in the air and poured the whole bowl of liquid grass into the Orc's mouth.
"Cough, cough..." Although he choked a lot, Caesar saw that most of the drink still went into the Orc's throat.
"Now let's pray to the gods."
Caesar smiled and let go of Orkash. He lay down and put his neck flat on the ground, quietly observing the Orc's changes.
He did not have the habit of believing in gods. He was just joking. However, Luna really closed her eyes, crossed her fingers in front of her chest, and murmured something. He did not know what she was praying for.