After the accompanying pastor inspected it, he reported the situation to Rhodes with a look of helplessness.
One hammer, one hammer and it's dead...
"Alas~~"
Rhodes sighed and shook his head. This is the power of beastmen, which is not a little different from humans. After believing in the Chaos God, these mutated beastmen became more and more powerful. Under their twisted appearance,
Endless resentment. After being rejected by the human world, these mutated lycanthropes embarked on a cruel road of revenge. They will seize every opportunity to massacre normal humans to complete their revenge.
Not every beastman is three meters tall, but this race is still a very terrifying existence. At least their bodies are several times thicker than normal humans, and a hammer is enough to crush a human's skull. Carrot was not
He was lucky enough to be smashed into pieces. At least, they left him a whole body.
"Brothers, let's hold a simple funeral for him."
Rhodes whispered. The firelight reflected his slightly aged face. Unlike other time travellers, Rhodes was thirty-five years old when he arrived in the world. The severe cold in the North had tempered him and made him more capable.
The skin has become dry and rough, and the knife-like face is engraved with the hardship and simplicity of the years.
Although cremation on the spot is sad, it can only be done in this desolate and bitter cold place. There are only four of them, two of them are still injured, and it is absolutely impossible to take the corpse on the road. Moreover, the destination is Heidelberg, and there are only two of them.
They must seize the day before dawn. Carrot was newly recruited into Blackhammer Castle a year ago. Rhodes still doesn’t know where his relatives are. Maybe he is another wanderer. But if he is not a wanderer,
Han, a penniless person, who would come to this cold and dangerous northern territory?
Sometimes, Rhodes felt that his men were like the Night Watchmen in "Game of Thrones", composed of a group of vagrants, thieves, and murderers... They came to the northernmost place in the world to guard the borders of the kingdom. However,
As long as the enemy is slightly stronger, they will be powerless and will only be massacred.
"May Daha guide your soul."
The veteran Khufu read.
"Sir, let me see your injuries."
The pastor on the side, White Lane, asked relentlessly. As a pastor, his profession is to spread the gospel and save lives and heal the wounded. Although his ability is limited, as long as he can see it, he will try his best to treat people.
Just now, he clearly saw his lord fighting with a group of beastmen, and was knocked unconscious by the beastman leader. No matter what, he wanted to heal Rhodes' injuries.
However, Rhodes also had his own difficulties. He smiled and rejected the pastor's kindness again.
You must know that I am the son of the Bear God. Not to mention being hammered away by a beastman, even if my body is pierced by a Chaos Warrior, I can heal quickly. This injury has been almost recovered in a short period of time. The blood has already circulated in the body.
A warm current filled every inch of his skin, making him unable to feel the wound at all. Except for the moment of pain when he was hit, other times, the injury was almost non-existent to Rhodes.
However, I can't let the pastor know. I can't let everyone know.
"No need, it's just a minor injury. Go and treat Lawrence's wound and help him recover as soon as possible."
Rhodes refused again.
Although he didn't understand why the lord didn't allow him to heal him, as a subordinate, White couldn't say anything else. He walked away anxiously and continued to heal Lawrence who was lying under the tree.
…
pray,
In the place where stars fall,
Light flashed.
pray,
Oath Keepers,
wandering warrior,
endless journey,
One day it will arrive;
Thousands of miles away from home,
One day he will return.
May the great sun god shine upon you,
my brother……
May the glorious place of the church,
There is a resting place for you.
Under the moonlight, Pastor White presided over the cremation ceremony. Rhodes, Lawrence, and Khufu stood by the fire with serious expressions. Even if he was an ordinary warrior, Rhodes would not look down upon him. On the contrary, as a lord,
Rhodes attaches great importance to these warriors who died in battle. Kislev is a country that advocates fighting, and warriors must receive the highest respect. Rhodes follows this tradition.
"Lord, it's getting late. We must continue on our way. We can't spend the night here again tonight."
After the cremation ceremony, Lawrence spoke worriedly. Endless darkness shrouded the woods. As a patrol ranger, Lawrence knew that the stench emitted after the death of beastmen would inevitably attract more beastmen, werewolves, including aliens.
Beasts. In this dangerous dark world, no food will be wasted. Those dead animals will soon be eaten by carnivores. Sometimes, they will even cannibalize the corpses of their own kind. You know, in the sky
In the cold wilderness, food is so scarce.
Lawrence's worries were justified. He once saw three mutated wild wolves biting each other over a human corpse. In the end, the three wolves dismembered the corpse and each got a part of the remains.
The blood-red wolf face still impressed Lawrence deeply.
"Yes, I understand. Khufu, can you still leave?"
Rhodes turned around and asked. He saw Khufu holding his long sword with a painful look on his face. Obviously, he had also suffered a terrible blow from the beastman. But unlike Rhodes, he did not have super recovery ability.
It can rely on the body to recover slowly. Priests can treat it, but White is obviously not a bishop-level person and can only use the lowest level of magic.
"Yes, I'm okay. Sir."
Khufu replied. However, due to the surprise attack by the beastmen just now, all the horses were frightened and ran away. Now, they can only walk to Heidelberg on their own feet. If they return to Blackhammer Castle, this time they will go out without any problems.
It's meaningless. It can only increase people's fear.
"Hold on, and when you get to Heidelberg, you can eat warm food, take a hot bath, and even enjoy a slender woman."
Rhodes joked. The latter barely raised a smile. He knew that his lord wanted to encourage them and convey positive and sunny emotions instead of blind sadness.
Not getting enough sleep is a painful thing. They have splitting headaches and can only live on dry rations. When they are thirsty, they grab the dirty snow on the ground to quench their thirst. Compared to life on earth, this place is simply purgatory.
But Rhodes knew that in order to get rid of such a difficult life, he had to do this. All the difficult life was for the future.
Fortunately, the next morning, the frightened war horse turned around and came back again, making Rhodes look like a lord again instead of a fleeing beggar...
Perhaps out of loyalty to its owner, the colt lay down consciously, let the wounded man climb on its back, and carried him all the way.