Meanwhile, Gak's situation was even more gruesome.
Vales first sprinkled a layer of clotting powder over his wounds, then pressed clean linen cloth over them to stop the bleeding.
Even so, crimson blood rapidly spread across the linen, a horrifying sight to behold.
Vales added several more layers, and only after a few minutes did the bleeding barely stop.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, deeply relieved.
Gak's life had been saved.
Sure enough, the legendary courage of orcs wasn't just a myth. He had dared to charge straight at an intermediate swordsman.
And even with injuries this severe, his will hadn't broken. He could still endure the pain.
Gak pressed his lips together tightly. Even his green skin showed a trace of pallor.
Fortunately, his injuries had finally been brought under control.
Gray watched the entire process with narrowed eyes, unable to stop shaking his head.
It hurt just to watch.
As for the six corpses from Drake's Party, they were easy enough to deal with.
Just burn them. Who could identify a lump of charred remains?
Gray and Marcus carried the bodies to a clearing in the woods far from the trees, piled them together, and stripped off their armor, weapons, and money pouches.
They poured strong liquor over them, then tossed a match into the middle.
The blazing fire rose with a whoosh.
Marcus watched Drake's head distort beneath the flames, his expression blank.
The forest fell silent again, with only the crackling of the fire remaining.
Zeliel sat with his back against a large tree, staring at the wavering tips of the flames as though lost in thought.
His experience bar hadn't changed. It was still lv.6 (102/225).
Killing people gave no experience.
He didn't know whether that was a good thing