On the city wall, neither the orcs nor the humans knew that Huo Keduo was holding back, preparing to make some major news. At that moment, they were fighting desperately, heedless of death.
"What the hell is going on? Why are these beasts still attacking?" As the commander of the western district wall of Silverymoon, Baron Mobri had his head wound bandaged by his adjutant while asking his deputy, Carter, beside him.
The battle on the wall had been far too intense. Every priest had to save their spells for those more seriously wounded, so a head wound like Mobri's could only be wrapped in gauze. A dignified baron did not even qualify for treatment from a professional physician. Everyone in the city with medical knowledge had been gathered at the wounded soldiers' camps, so Baron Mobri, out on the battlefield, could only rely on himself.
Fortunately, most soldiers knew a little first aid for ordinary injuries. Otherwise, even bandaging himself would have been a problem. (How did that saying go again? To learn how to hit people, you had to learn how to take a beating. Most melee professions learned some basic first-aid knowledge.)
Mobri's deputy, Carter, was in even worse shape. One of his eyes had been blinded in battle. After receiving only a priest's "Cure Light Wounds" divine spell, he had returned to the battlefield. The priests could only give him rudimentary treatment to keep the wound from worsening before leaving him alone. After all, he still had one eye, so he still had combat capability...
Carter touched the blood flowing from his eye wound and said bitterly, "These beasts have been fighting for twelve full hours now, and there's no sign that their attacks are weakening. They have numbers, charging in wave after wave without any