"Thank you! Thank you for your mercy and grace!"
Herbert stared at his left hand, which was almost completely restored, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.
He had already prepared himself mentally to become a one-armed farmer after first becoming a cripple, yet this Moon Elf lady before him—dressed no differently from a woodcutter—had casually healed him with a wave of her hand!
"You were lucky. They were only multiple comminuted fractures in your left arm, but if they'd been left untreated for too long, infection could still have claimed your life. So I suppose it counted as a serious injury."
Silver Wing merely waved a hand dismissively.
At the same time, he sighed silently to himself.
He had never imagined that by the time he hurried over from the woodland cabin in the Evermoors across the Surbrin River, having received the news, this suddenly erupted encounter battle would already be over!
And, just as expected, Li Wei—that shameless junior—had temporarily "requisitioned" him into a "medical Tool Dragon," rushing everywhere to treat critically wounded patients.
He was certain that if he so much as "dared" to refuse, Li Wei, that damned brat, would dare run to Vera and tattle on him.
Vera seemed especially fond of the boy. She had even given him the coordinates to her own Floating Mountain, Soft Wing, making him, her husband, feel a little jealous at times.
Yet, standing by justice and principle, he could find no reason to refuse.
These wounded—and even those who had already died—were heroes of the North!
They had practically crushed a fully organized mid-sized Orc tribe head-on!
And that was with Li Wei arriving fashionably late after going out. With barely more than a thousand regular troops and several thousand militia, they had stubbornly withstood wave after wave