The purple sun slowly fell, the blue moon revealed a faint figure in the sky, the sky and the earth were shrouded in the change of light at first glance, and the wilderness and mountains and forests that had been noisy for a day gradually quieted down...... Perhaps because of the season, it seems even more silent, and the light begins to thin out after passing through the mountains and over the trees, and only a few blue and white rocks are still reflecting the faint starlight and moon shadows.

The camp was filled with a strong smell of blood, which attracted all the beasts in the mountains and forests, fortunately there were no monsters here, although those ordinary beasts were extremely excited by the delicious smell, but they did not dare to enter the camp, so they had to wander in the surrounding woods, looking greedily at the camp...... They know very well that these delicious foods are very deadly, and unless they are all incapacitated, these beasts of prey can only hide in the distance and covet.

The mercenaries lit more than a dozen bonfires in the forest, illuminating the entire camp, and a few dozen meters away, the jungle was dark, and from time to time a pair of pairs of green glowing light spots could be seen flickering and moving...... The mercenaries knew what it was, so they weren't worried, hundreds of mercenaries were here, even if there were demonic beasts around, it wouldn't be a question.

In a clearing in the camp, there were hundreds of wounded, and these mercenaries had various scars on their bodies, but none of them were fatal, only to temporarily incapacitate them...... If Hathaway was here, she would be proud, those orcs were quite measured.

Of course, Hathaway told them to disarm them, and as a result, the orcs stripped most of the mercenaries down to their underwear. If it weren't for those mercenaries who cleaned up the battlefield in time, I'm afraid they would freeze to death...... The good thing is that they didn't die from excessive blood loss due to the cold.

Jamie. Andrew was badly wounded, his qi was almost destroyed, and the frostbite on his body was nothing compared to it, but when he was defeated, he pressed the scouts, and several thieves took advantage of the chaos to hide in the mountains and forests until Hathaway's team left. They send out messages. Gather the scattered mercenaries to clean up the battlefield...... No way, although the mercenaries have their own definition of death, if the bones can be recovered, no one will choose to die in the wild. And most importantly. There were also many wounded mercenaries on the battlefield. They can't discard their companions, so Jamie. Andrew could only bring people back and bring these wounded soldiers with him. This time. He is super envious of Hathaway's team, a clergyman who can perform healing magic in the team, that is simply the best gift of the gods, but it is a pity that this kind of healing talent is a sought-after person anywhere, and ordinary mercenary groups can't hire such a person at all, so they can only use the most primitive treatment methods, and only the seriously injured will use healing potions.

They were unable to move too fast because of the large number of wounded, and after confirming that Hathaway's team was far away, they rescued the wounded and set up an improvised camp not very far from the battlefield...... It was on a low hill, and it was only seven or eight hundred meters from the battlefield.

All the wounded were not dealt with until evening, and there was a wail in the camp, although some of the mercenaries were saved, but their limbs were already disabled, and those orcs were not good men and women, and they were gentle enough not to take their lives.

Several important figures among the mercenaries were gathered in a larger tent. Most of the supplies were taken by Hathaway, but there was always a fish that slipped through the net, and this was the largest of the few tents. Although the four Silver Warriors died, several captains survived...... Being able to hold this kind of position in the mercenary group does not rely on personal relationships, but from the grinding of life and death. Therefore, in battle, they know more about how to protect themselves and kill and injure the enemy.

Everyone was eating dinner in silence, and although they had no appetite, they knew that they had to maintain sufficient strength, and one thing they had agreed on was that as soon as the wounded had recovered a little, they would leave the place immediately. Although Hathaway and the others have left, no one can predict what will happen next.

Jamie. Andrew was the first to sweep the food off his plate, his wound still aching...... All the healing potions were used to save the wounded, and he had to rely on herbs to heal. If his Qi veins were not damaged, he could also use Dou Qi to heal, but now that his Qi veins were damaged, he was no longer able to use Dou Qi...... Unless he wants to become a waster from now on.

"Commander, Pharmacist Markville reports to you." A rush of footsteps came and stopped at the door.

"Come in, Markville." Jamie. Andrew spoke.

Several people who walked into the camp brought a smell of herbs, and in front of them was the group's pharmacist Markville, followed by several other mercenary leaders.

"Sit down."

Jamie. Andrew sighed: "Markville, how are the wounded doing?" ”

Healing mages are difficult to hire, and healing potions are usually very expensive, so generally large-scale mercenary groups have pharmacists, who are proficient in herbs and can concoct ordinary potions, which is already a great divine sound for mercenaries. It's a pity that although most of these people have a talent for potions, they have no talent for magic and can't refine potions.

"Don't worry, Commander, all the wounded have been bandaged, they will rest for the night, and they can go tomorrow." Markville's voice was a little bitter, because many of them were destined to be crippled, but there was nothing he could do.

"Is the loss counted?"

Jamie. Andrew then asked, and the faces of the captains darkened.

"It's counted,"

Markville exhaled heavily, the mercenary in charge of this task had already died in battle, so it was up to him to take responsibility, "Four hundred and twenty-three mercenaries were killed in battle, two hundred and seventy-eight mercenaries were seriously wounded, minor injuries were not counted, and thirty-four were missing...... That's it. ”

Click!

Jamie. Andrew's hand slammed into pieces, and the bowl shattered into several pieces.

"Captain, it's not your fault."

One of the captains comforted: "No one thought that the half-orcs under that countess were not only well equipped, but also very well trained, and their combat effectiveness was also so strong. ”

"Commander, it's true, especially their strange weapons, it's just too weird, it's just impossible to prevent at all."

"Yes, the information provided by the second prince this time is also very wrong, the armor on the armor of those knights who came out later is the standard equipment of the Praetorian Guard, and we have been cheat......ed at all."

While they were discussing in their tents, huge birds flew high in the air towards the place where the mercenaries were camping, and the campfires were the best reference. (To be continued......)