Chapter 34: Pale Sentinel, Alvis
That smell was a mixture of rusty blood and putrid sour decay—far more pungent than moldy cheese.
Although the people around covered their noses and even leaned their heads out of the carriage to breathe fresh air, no one dared to voice a single complaint.
After all, anyone who could slaughter monsters to such an extent naturally commanded a degree of awe. No one wanted to invite trouble at a time like this.
Lance, however, didn’t care in the slightest. Taking advantage of the break, he quietly observed the situation of the convoy.
The number of wounded retreating this time was somewhat beyond expectations.
This single convoy alone carried more than a dozen injured.
Fortunately, with guild physicians accompanying them for emergency treatment, most had only suffered external injuries to their limbs and were not in life-threatening condition.
“Why are there so many injured being sent back directly?”
Lance turned his head and asked a young Adventurer beside him whose arm was wrapped in thick bandages.