They cleaned up the battlefield.
The caravan continued to move forward. Søren couldn't ride a horse due to his injuries, so he could only sit on one of the carriages.
The mysterious woman didn't invite him into the carriage since they weren't that close. However, she did invite Vivian, but the girl shook her head and refused. She climbed onto the carriage and sat beside Søren. The group continued to move forward in silence. The caravan guards continued to investigate the area, and from time to time, they would call for people to fill up the holes on the roads. The heavy rain had turned the roads into muddy roads, and there were even puddles of water in them.
Søren was very dirty, and Vivian was patting the dust off him.
Of course, he couldn't care less about his image during a battle. He rolled and dodged on the ground, and by the time he was dry, he was covered in mud.
The little girl was carefully patting him down, and she even used her small hands to rub the dust off his clothes.
The others were busy with their own matters, and when they saw the two people on the carriage, they couldn't help but smile. Their impression of the two had improved a little. Especially the mysterious woman sitting in the carriage. She would occasionally lift the curtain and look at the two of them. Of course, her gaze was mostly on the cute little girl, as if there was something about her that attracted her attention.
The scene at this moment was very peaceful.
Søren sat cross-legged on the carriage and used a rag to wipe his scimitar. The blood of the ankheg was acidic, and if it wasn't cleaned properly, it would affect the weapon's use. The little girl sat beside him and wiped the mud off his clothes. Occasionally, she would even puff up her mouth and blow on his clothes. Due to the poor quality of the cloth, the mud had seeped into the gaps of his clothes (the coarse cloth wasn't dense enough). Even after patting it clean, the little girl was still a little dissatisfied.
"Use this!"
The captain of the guards smiled as he rode past. He took out a pouch and threw it to Søren. "This is refined essential oil. It can be used to maintain your weapon."
Naturally, a scimitar wasn't something that could be polished by just polishing it.
For people like them who relied on fighting and killing to survive, a good weapon meant the guarantee of their lives.
Søren smiled and reached out to take it. Using his fingers, he took out some ointment and carefully smeared it on the curved sword. This refined ointment could prevent weapons from rusting. It was best to have some on hand before obtaining an extraordinary weapon. Even if it was an extraordinary-grade enchanted weapon, it still needed to be maintained regularly. This was an attitude towards battle.
Søren wiped his scimitar dry with a cloth and put it back into the scabbard.
Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion from the battle, or perhaps it was because he had lost a lot of blood when he was first injured, but he looked tired and sleepy.
Unknowingly, he leaned against the cart and dozed off.
The little girl looked at him quietly. Perhaps she was a little tired, so she leaned her head against his chest, careful not to touch his wound.
The caravan continued to move forward.
Occasionally, there would be guards riding on the road, but they would also slow down a little. This was a form of respect for the strong.
Søren might not be able to beat them one-on-one.
However, he had earned the respect of the guards during the battle against the ankhegs.
In fact, Søren was not asleep.
In fact, he rarely fell asleep in the wilderness. Most of the time, he was in a state of feigning sleep.
He was half-asleep.
Even the slightest noise would wake him up.
He knew how dangerous the wilderness was, and he had to be vigilant at all times.
It was already evening.
The caravan still had no intention of stopping. When Søren woke up, he found the little girl sleeping in his arms.
He carefully pulled his arm out, trying not to wake Vivian up.
Unfortunately.
The little girl opened her eyes and rubbed them. She looked up and said, "Brother."
"You're awake?"
Søren nodded with a smile and reached out to stroke her hair. A caravan guard who had fought the ankhegs with him passed by and threw some bread and meat to him with a smile. There were not many rules when adventuring in the wilderness. The bread was prepared in advance and was a little hard. The meat was air-dried and was easier to swallow because it was still warm in his arms.
People who spent a lot of time in the wilderness would keep their food close to their chest and mouth. This way, the food would not be too cold to swallow.
Søren broke off a piece of bread and gave it to Vivian. He then tore off a piece of meat.
Since they were not going to start a fire, there was no soup. Søren swallowed the food with water and whispered, "Let's set up camp later."
"I'll make you something good to eat."
They were in the wilderness.
With his skills, hunting two rabbits was a piece of cake. Since there were no traces of human activity, there were a lot of wild animals here.
The only problem was that starting a fire might alert the monsters in the wilderness.
However, with so many people around, there was nothing to be afraid of.
The little girl was not picky at all. She quietly swallowed the bread with water.
Suddenly!
She seemed to feel something and looked up at the forest not far away. She pulled Soran's clothes with her small hand and whispered, "Big brother."
"Something seems to be watching us over there."
Søren held his scimitar and stood on top of the cart to look around. Unfortunately, he could not see anything. However, based on his past experience, he could tell what was watching them.
"It's okay."
He gently rubbed the little girl's head and said slowly, "It's a Gnoll that lives here."
"It must have noticed us."
"But."
"These things don't dare to attack a large caravan. We'll leave their area of activity later."
Gnolls.
One of the most common creatures in the wilderness.
They were more dangerous than goblins and kobolds. They had sharp fangs and claws and were agile. At the same time, they were also quite intelligent.
These creatures liked to attack lone travelers.
However, when it came to large caravans, they rarely attacked large groups of prey unless they were strong enough to defeat them.
Gnolls were not very large carnivores.
Most of them only had 15 to 30 Gnolls, and they were scattered into five to eight family units. Compared to attacking heavily guarded caravans, they were more inclined to hunt wild beasts and goblins. At least the latter was not very dangerous. If they attacked humans in the wilderness, they would not be able to avoid casualties.
Generally, when there were more than five people in a group, the Gnolls would choose to attack in the middle of the night.
At first, they would stalk their prey quietly.
Because the forest nearby was getting thicker, the caravan guards also shrank their scouting formation. The number of scouts at the front was increased to five to ensure that there would be reinforcements in case of an accident.
Some of the merchants were already complaining.
It was very troublesome to travel in the dark. If there was not enough light, the cows and horses would have to slow down.
Fortunately.
Soon, a bright moon appeared.
The moon was very bright today. The cold moonlight illuminated the surroundings, making it easier for them to move forward.
The caravan guards lit up their torches.
The workers also placed the torches that they had prepared in advance on the big carriages. In the middle of the big carriage, the mysterious woman quietly walked out. She stood on the shaft of the carriage and looked around. Then, she pointed her finger at the top of the carriage and uttered a strange syllable. Then, the top of the big carriage lit up.
Illumination!
The mysterious woman's wizard level was probably not low. She was able to light up an area of hundreds of feet. (30 meters - 50 meters)
The caravan cheered.
The power of the spell made many people excited. The merchants also showed a relieved smile.
"That sister's spell is so powerful."
The little girl quietly approached Søren and whispered, "My Illumination spell is so small, but she can light up such a large area."
She was at least a Professional Level 15!
Søren looked at the carriage. He did not expect the mysterious woman to be a Senior Witch.
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The light made it easier for the caravan to move forward.
However, it also exposed their location. Pairs of green eyes could be seen in the dark forest nearby. Those were the wolves and beasts that lived nearby.
"Awoo!"
A loud wolf howl echoed in the wilderness. A calf-sized wolf king appeared on a small hill in the distance.
It was a wild warg.
It took a deep look at the caravan in the distance, and its eyes locked onto the big carriage. As if it felt the gaze of the mysterious woman, its strong body trembled, and then it let out a low howl. Waves of wolf howls could be heard. The wolves that were hiding in the darkness walked out one after another. Their green eyes disappeared as they followed the Wolf King in other directions. Wargs were quite intelligent. They were even smarter than warhorses. There were still many prey to hunt in the wilderness. There was no need to provoke this caravan.
Not to mention that there was a wizard among them!
Their fear of spellcasters had long seeped into their blood for thousands of years. Countless painful lessons had taught these wild beasts that they should never provoke those who could cast spells.
As long as they did not provoke them.
These beasts would not easily attack those who could cast spells!
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