Afraid of death. Those words captured Rex's feelings at that moment.
Many people gained sudden insight after facing life and death, learning to take both in stride. Others, however, became even more afraid of dying.
Rex clearly belonged to the latter group. He still had a wonderful life ahead of him. More importantly, ever since arriving in Azeroth, he had been so busy that he had not even held a woman in his arms. It sounded almost unbelievable.
There was no hiding Rex's current state from Kael'thas. In response to his words, Kael'thas remained silent, leaving the scene utterly quiet.
Kael'thas was determined to obtain the Titansteel. Even the slightest mishap with it could affect the forging of the Mightiest Artifact. After a long silence, he spoke again. "I'll work faster."
"All right." Rex nodded. He did not do anything foolish like pressuring him. When the situation became untenable, Kael'thas would naturally make the right choice.
Leaving Kael'thas to his work, Rex took off his plate armor. Without it to block the howling wind, he shivered. The wounds inflicted by the Ghouls and the others were clearly visible now that his armor was off. Much of the blood staining his undershirt near the wounds had turned a pale green. That was the poison.
He removed his undershirt, wiped the blood from his wounds, and tossed it aside. Then he took a fresh undershirt from his Spatial Ring and put it on, followed by his plate armor.
Rex did not need to tend to his wounds. The Greater Potion of Healing was potent, and fresh flesh had already begun growing in them. Before long, they would scab over. The Greater Potion of Healing was truly remarkable as a treatment. As long as he did not die instantly, one bottle would ensure