37. The Seven Maidens of the Dance Troupe (above)

A sharp pain woke my consciousness from the sea of spirit, a pain that was simply several times more painful than the poisonous fire that scorched my whole body. A long, painful moan. Suddenly I saw his face suddenly become extremely odd, as if he had seen something unimaginable and unspeakable, but he still asked me, "Ka, how do you feel?"

"It hurts!" I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and spit the word out through my teeth. I felt the muscles in my face tense up in a spasm from the excessive pain.

Kurtz had an incredibly strange look on his face and looked a little desperate for words.

Curious, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"You ... have a healing wound on you!" Kurtz said a little dumbfounded.

It was only then that I bothered to look at my arm, and I saw that the horrific wounds that crisscrossed the sides of my arm and ribcage seemed to have been given life, and they were actually getting smaller at a rate that was visible to the naked eye. Naturally, I was dumbfounded by this spectacle.

At this time, old Kulu, who was sitting beside me, also came out of his meditation, and after a brief observation of my healing, he nodded with slight satisfaction and said to Kuzi, "You fool, you don't let me see your wounds."

Only when Kuzi heard old Kulu's words did he reluctantly undo the bandages, muttering something incoherent, his orcish brogue that I had never been able to pick up, and only when he turned his head and saw Sister Gogo sitting not too far away, meditating, did he put his mind at ease. The little girl was unharmed, and she was deftly hiding behind Sister Gogo during the battle, so she didn't suffer a single injury. winked playfully. She was still as far away from the old kuru as possible, and if it hadn't been for the war raging in the camp, she would have disappeared by now.

I always felt a familiarity between her eyebrows, but when I thought about it, I couldn't remember who it was.

The pain in my internal organs was no longer unbearable, but Kuzi next to me looked like he was dying from his wounds, and I suddenly thought: are all orcs so bloody when they treat wounds? I decided to get up and walk around a bit, because I hadn't hurt my leg after all, and in just a few moments I felt that some of the small wounds had almost healed, except for my right arm, where I still didn't dare to exert myself, and the broken bones still hurt like hell. The three broken ribs, on the other hand, were no longer noticeably painful, so I tried to get myself up with one hand on the ground and made my way over to Koko's side.

Old Kulu was busy stitching up Kuzi's wound, which had almost been cut open by the dwarf bandit with the open axe, the wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the red flesh was turning outwards on the foot-long wound.

"It hurts?" The little faggot girl saw me coming and circled me to take a closer look at my injury, but instead of being surprised by my powerful self-healing ability, she just asked meaningfully.

I walked as carefully as I could for fear of tugging at my wounds and hobbled over to lean against the mountain wall to take a breather, panting slightly, "Eh, don't I look a bit funny?"

"No, I do admire your courage, weren't you really afraid at that point?" The little faggot girl stuck her head down to my injured arm, looked at it very carefully, then lifted her head to me and stared into my eyes and suddenly asked, "Are you really not afraid of death when you're so small?"

I was in a trance for a moment, but it lasted only a short time before I came to my senses. Her big, clear eyes were so close to mine that I could smell her fragrance. My legs are so weak I can barely run."

The little faggot girl pursed her lips and gave me a blank look and said, "I don't believe you!"

I didn't answer and stretched my neck to see that not far away the warriors in the camp were putting up a fierce resistance, using the tall thunder rhinos as cover and hiding in the piles of goods on their backs to return fire with their bows.

After the initial disorder and panic, the caravan had organised an effective counter-attack, and as far as I could see I could see Master Leipas, standing on the back of a thundering rhinoceros, holding his fine scimitar at his waist with one hand, his usual poker face now twisted, shouting: "Shoot all these dwarves, one head for two gold. Behind him stood a line of merchant men with crossbows and arrows, deputies on the Thunder Rhino who were normally the Thunder Rhino's lieutenants responsible for watching and guarding, unloading goods and pitching tents when camping, and taking up swords and crossbows when in battle.

They were once a group of marooned murderers or vagabonds, following the caravan to save a small fortune until they could barely make ends meet, perhaps stopping to live in a remote town where they could drink in a tavern every day and spend the rest of their lives without worrying about food or clothing. If you look at the standard of living of the common people in the Green Empire, it is not difficult to achieve this goal, and the average person can live on 15 silver coins per month. It's not easy to find a steady job in a small town and save that kind of money, but it's not difficult to save money by daring to run a business.

The caravans were like a wall protecting the exit of the narrow mountain road at the other end of the camp, which would be the last retreat for the caravans.

Little Chai Nui and I hid our bodies behind the bushes and peeked out at the battle in this camp. We were safe, at least for the time being, after the Dwarven bandits here had been cleared out by those in Viru, and no one would leave the main battlefield for a few small stragglers. The two heavily armed warriors, Strongbach and Yuehren, advanced like two tanks and plunged directly into the flank of the Dwarf bandits like a sharp knife. With each step Strongbach took, his door-like shield slapped away a strong Dwarf warrior, a brave man indeed.

The leader of the Prosperity Adventurers, Breguet, stood at the main gate of the camp like a wall, covered in full heavy armour, defying even the arrows, and behind him stood Hamasaki, a woman in tight leather armour with a spear and a ponytail. The members of the Prosperous Adventurers and the men of the caravan who could pick up their spears were taking the opportunity to rest and recuperate, seeing that everyone had expended a lot of energy after the fighting.

I even spotted the most enigmatic wizard of the Starry Adventurers, Monteiroa, standing in the shadows in the corner of the camp, holding a short, jeweled staff, the egg-sized emeralds glowing coldly in the light of the fire. Unfortunately, I didn't see him unleash his magic.

As I watched the battle with the little faggot girl, the dwarves were already appearing defeated, they probably didn't expect the merchant group to have so many professional warriors in their ranks, even shield warriors at the peak of level nine in strength and demon hunting archers of at least level eight, and there were even two magicians present, and unexpectedly the attempt to round up a magician outside the camp had completely ignited the fury of this group of professional mercenary warriors, the dwarves saw the camp begin to gather a large number of men and prepare for a counter-attack, just before not caring about the wounded dwarven bandits on the battlefield, whistling a swarm of Chan the night away.

The raid did not last long, but it was exceptionally violent. But victory is joyous, and when every man faces death and conquers it in fear, then he has the right to rejoice, though the bodies of the merchants still lie on the ground and the wounded still wail miserably under the aid of their companions, but in the end victory is won. I could see the joy in the eyes of the little faggot girl as well, and when she saw that I was gazing at her, she raised her long, arched, slender eyebrows a little unnaturally and gave me a blank look.

"Nothing to see here, the two sides were already unequal in strength, and reckless dwarves always want to surprise others, so I'm afraid they won't get off so easily if our vigilance doesn't go wrong." Sister Gogo stood behind me and stuck her head out to take a closer look at me. When she saw that the tiny wounds on my body had healed, she was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her eyes and then asked in surprise, "Your wounds have healed so quickly?"

I scratched my head, feeling the pain all over my body still from the various wounds, especially my right arm and right rib cage which hurt even more, but it was a much more calm time for me as I had gotten used to the pain in the past two years. If it wasn't for the fight just now where Sister Gogo tried her best to protect me, I think I might have died. Although I wasn't too afraid of dying, living was a wonderful thing after all, wasn't it?

"Not yet! It just seems to be recovering well on the surface, but in reality it will take at least a few more days for the broken bones to fully recover!" I replied honestly.

"Oh my god!" Obviously Sister Gogo was shocked by me saying that, exclaiming in shock and then whispering to me in a heartfelt manner as she looked over at Old Kuru, "That old man of the orcs is really something, is this orcish sorcery? Is this orc sorcery? Did he take someone else's life force or something to make you feel better so quickly? Oh! My goodness, even the healing skills of the priests in the Temple aren't that powerful! The healing skills of the orcs are really amazing within!"

When Sister Gogo saw Little Chai Nui standing quietly beside me, she also praised her seriously, "Hey, your friend is not badly skilled either."

Little Shiba stood beside me with a smile on her face, not saying a word and looking as innocent as she should.

Old Kulu came over with an unconscious Kuzzy on his back and, seeing the worried look in my eyes, said calmly, "Ja, don't worry, he's fine, I'm just trying to give him some rest, it's good for his health. You need to rest too, and prepare more food in the morning. This rapid recovery requires a lot of energy in your body and will make you feel very hungry. I'm sure I'll be much needed in the camp at this time. The dwarves won't be coming back tonight, so I'll be busy, so take care of yourself."

With that he gave a deep look at Sister Gogo and the little faggot girl standing by, and silently carried Kurtz away.