The trouble was finally resolved, but the party's combat strength had suffered badly. They should return to the ship and rest first, then discuss matters once they had recovered.
And so, Fody led the way, Li Shaolin followed close behind while holding the little girl's hand, and the Half-Orc Skeleton brought up the rear, carrying the gray rat by its tail. The group headed back.
The sky was gradually growing dark, and the outline of the moon had begun to appear. Before long, it would be time for the Werewolves to emerge. If they did not return to the ship quickly, they might all end up as the Werewolves' dinner. Fody and Li Shaolin both understood this, so neither had any mind to talk. They merely quickened their pace.
After being struck by the Werewolf, several of his ribs had probably broken. Now, after another long trek, Li Shaolin was panting heavily, coughing from time to time as waves of pain came from his chest.
Suddenly, wolf howls sounded faintly in the distance!
Fody glanced back at Li Shaolin, panic appearing on his face.
"Move!"
Li Shaolin barked at him, his own heart beginning to race.
Yet just after the wolf howls, several human cries of alarm rang out as well! Then came hurried rustling footsteps, racing directly toward them!
Someone had likely been attacked by Werewolves, but they could barely protect themselves right now. They did not dare turn back to rescue anyone and could only hasten onward.
At that moment, the footsteps behind them grew louder and louder. After several cries reached their ears, three figures appeared before them.
They were two middle-aged men in blue mage robes and a Gnome Old Man in a bright red mage robe. Each held a wooden staff inlaid with gems, and