It was such godly poison antidote--especially the blue electric arc, which signified just how precious the potions were. All the knights on the spot were touched by the many bottles Abel had taken out at once. Who wouldn't want to have treatment instead of killing themselves with a dagger?
K3308 stared at those potions Abel had given out and looked at his own gear. At that moment, even all of his most proud of luxury gear felt cheap.
No matter if it was that magic staff with the 'fire enchantment' ability or those potions, they were all better than the ones he had.
"Clean up!" Head Commander Bodley yelled.
The few injured warriors were placed on the war horses. The war horses weren't trained to carry such a heavy load, so they couldn't run quickly. Still, they would persevere for short distances.
The wizards stepped up towards the wood. Those orcs had leftover and threw out a few fireballs. One by one, the woods were engulfed in flames.
