He hadn't finished speaking.
Hulk had only just brought his hand up to Orc Zander's nose and confirmed a faint sign of life. "Good. He's still breathing."
The members of Dragon Fang Squad all turned to look at the gourmet.
Trist shuddered under their stares. He quickly raised both hands, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace as he stammered, "Uh... I... I saw you'd stripped off all his gear... So leaving the body here would be a waste..."
"He's alive."
"Huh? A-alive?" Trist froze for a second, then his face lit up with an eager smile. His tone changed completely. "Alive is good! Of course alive is good! I've got seasonings at home... Uh, herbs! Yes, herbs! Hurry and get him over there!"
Hulk couldn't be bothered to deal with someone whose mind was full of recipes.
He took a small bottle of Healing Potion from the pouch at his waist, pried open the orc's mouth, and poured in the entire bottle.
Soon, the small wounds on the orc's body began healing at a visible speed. But when the healing energy reached the most gruesome wound across his chest and abdomen, wisps of black vapor seeped from its edges, like hungry leeches greedily devouring the life energy flowing into it.
The exposed flesh didn't heal. Instead, it grew even more charred and rotten.
Hulk's brow furrowed, and his expression darkened.
"This place isn't safe. Let's get out first."
He hoisted Zander's massive body onto his back, while the others divided up the heavy pieces of armor.
The group began retracing their steps.
As for the ordinary kobold corpses on the ground, they had no real value. By convention, they should have cut off the tips of their tails as proof of the mission's completion.
But since Trist,