Anne poured the bottle of liquid, which was worth at least three hundred gold coins, into a bucket of river water and diluted it, and distributed it to the wounded according to the severity of the wound. The lightly injured will only be given a full cup, and the seriously injured will be given a large cup.

It was certainly not the first time that the mercenaries had used holy water, and some of the experienced ones dusted off some of the wounds first, and then drank the rest in one go.

The effect was immediate, with a slight white glow as the mana worked. Under the light, small wounds closed and scarred rapidly, and even the most serious ones stopped bleeding.

Richard watched the whole process on the side, and he was so envious that his saliva was about to flow out. To say that magic can help armies only to be destructive would be too narrow and imaginative. A small crystal bottle produces no less effect than a field hospital, except for the high price, it can be said that there are no other shortcomings.

Well...... In addition to the high price......

Anne caught a glimpse of Richard's unusual and strange look, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Although the Pioneer Guard's armed guard was unusually strong, it seemed to be as embarrassed in terms of wealth as most of the Pioneer nobles.

The situation of the caravan is dangerous at the moment, the mercenaries are almost completely ineffective, and the temporary allies are excessively strong. A little bit of the background of the firm will help to maintain the situation in this situation of complete asymmetry of power between the two sides.

The mercenaries, who were in a good situation, cheered up a little, and those who were less injured took the initiative to stand up and began to set up tents and bonfires at the foot of the hills thirty or forty steps away from the wooden building.

They were very particular about the location at first glance, not far from the river bank but not close to the river, to ensure that the water is easy to get and the ground is not too damp. The terrain is flat and has a great view, and it is right on the leeward side of the hills.

Judging from Richard's eyes, except for the location occupied by the wooden building nearby, the place they chose was in the best condition.

The camping equipment carried by the convoy is complete and practical, and the people who work are also skilled and veterans, and a standard temporary camp was set up in less than half an hour.

Richard squatted at the door of the wooden building, eating melon seeds while watching the mercenaries place the wounded numbers in an orderly manner, and the sense of order was not to be underestimated. When he turned around again, the group of barbarians under his command seemed to be grabbing something, and they were all about to fight.

"Give me, give me!"

There was a barbarian with a particularly loud voice, and Richard recognized him as Russell, who was the first to advance to the Barbarian Giant Axe Warrior.

The barbarian soldiers now straddle the three ranks of barbarian spearmen, barbarian warriors, and barbarian giant axe warriors, and Russell, who is at the highest level, has an overwhelming strength advantage over his fellow people who stay in the barbarian spearmen, but there is no status differentiation within the barbarians.

The difference between the strongest and the weakest is only time and luck, and there is no insurmountable gap at all. Those who go first have nothing to be proud of, and those who lag behind will not be discouraged.

The battle with the Gnolls was the most oily after coming to the wilderness, and a lot of weapons and armor were captured. The barbarians were rummaging through a pile of loot and picking up what could be seen, and from time to time they quarreled because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

Russell snatched a pair of double-edged battle axes and triumphantly showed off his fancy skills with his companions. The two heavy tomahawks turned into two spirals in his hands, and the sound of whining through the air was so dull that it was terrifying, but it was like taking root, and it couldn't fall off.

Originally, he didn't know how to use an axe, but after activating the "Shura Potion" twice through combat, he inexplicably developed a sense of familiarity with this weapon. Now give it a try, it's not an illusion, he really completed the "tomahawk use from beginner to proficient" in one day!

"Isn't it amazing?" Rossell smiled heartily at his brother.

For some reason, his people suddenly quieted down, and they didn't want half of the loot. Russell sees this quietness as his envy of himself, and he performs harder and harder.

"You're big!" Richard flew up from behind and kicked him into, "What do you have to do here?"

The barbarians immediately scattered in disgrace.

............

Anne sat cross-legged on a straw mat at the door of the tent arranging the bowstrings, and several mercenary leaders sat respectfully not far away, each with a cup of brown and red tea in front of them.

This is Pompeii's sour berry tea, which has only become popular in recent years, and it is very sour at first, but if you taste it carefully, you can feel a rich and rich aroma.

They were not far from the wooden building, and what was happening there could be seen and heard as soon as they looked up.

"Although I don't know much about martial arts, that axe warrior seems to be very powerful. Anne lowered her bowstring and made two strokes as Russell mimicked the action of an axe.

"It's amazing. The one-eyed dragon's voice was low, "That kind of high-level skill of lifting weights is not something that ordinary warriors can master. ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, he actually didn't like this slightly sour drink, but subconsciously wanted to do something to hide his shock. Although he was reluctant to admit it, judging from his years of experience, there might not be any mercenary in the caravan who was the opponent of this axe warrior.

"But I think his status in Alpine Fort seems to be very ordinary, and the status of a high-ranking warrior is very ordinary. Anne spread her hands, "Is everyone so good?"

"This can't be!" the one-eyed dragon didn't seem to be so confident, as if trying to convince himself, and added, "It's against common sense, it's against common sense." ”

Anne's delicate brow furrowed, and she didn't seem very satisfied with the explanation.

The army has always been the most hierarchical place, and its strength is definitely proportional to its status, even if it is a relatively loose mercenary. If the axe warrior is really outstanding, how can he have an ordinary status, this is not just against common sense.

There was a moment of silence at the camp's makeshift tea party, and finally Anne asked again.

"What about this Lord Richard?"

"Very strong!"

"I saw him lift his spear and three wolls in one arm. The one-eyed dragon looked a little excited, and the wound on his neck that had stopped bleeding was oozing blood again, "This guy's simple physical strength is probably stronger than some of the lower giants!"

"Hiss~" The sound of a flush of cold air was pumping, as if a vacuum was going to be pulled out in front of him.

"It's unimaginable. The other mercenary leader shook his head and sipped his tea, "If such a warrior wears three layers of heavy armor and rides his three-bladed iron-eating armadillo, he will simply be unstoppable on the battlefield." ”

"This pioneer leader is very strong. ”

Anne looked at the wooden building not far away, and she didn't know what emotions were hidden in her eyes.