Noda turned around, only to find that Elena, who had been unwilling to even look him in the eye, was now bowing to him in greeting. He reflexively stood up and returned the greeting of the elven empire. Then, the two froze for two seconds, only to find that they were suddenly at a loss for words.
"I'll go take a look at my crossbow."
Many coughed, grabbed his leather armor, and limped away. He didn't want to be a third wheel right now.
Norda looked on helplessly as the mercenaries slowly walked away. He turned around and slowly sheathed his swords. However, his eyes were no longer as smug as they usually were. He avoided Elena's gaze and whispered unnaturally, "You don't have to thank me for saving your life. It's our duty as mercenaries."
After saying that, he coughed, and his expression became even more nervous. He stammered, "I've offended you before, please forgive me."
Noda didn't dare to look at Elena. As for apologizing to her personally, Many had been giving him suggestions. Noda admitted that he was a little silly when it came to matters of the heart, but at least Many was considered a "veteran" in front of him and could give him some pointers.
For Noda to say these words, it could be considered a kind of progress.
When Elena heard Noda apologizing to her, a warm feeling flowed through her heart. In fact, she still had some prejudice against Noda. She felt that his previous actions were really rude and unreasonable. However, when she saw Noda stuttering to apologize to her, the anger and disdain in her heart instantly disappeared. She looked at Noda with a more gentle gaze.
"To be honest, I still don't know your name. It's really rude."
Elena smiled faintly. Her once ice-cold face seemed to melt like ice and snow. Although the bloodstains had affected her appearance, that touch of charm made Noda feel that spring had come.
"Noda Leng Yue, from Karo City." Noda's gaze met Elena's, but he quickly looked away. "Madam Elena, I suggest you visit your father. Perhaps he needs your help more."
The corners of Elena's mouth rose higher, and the smile on her face grew wider. She felt that the guy in front of her, who she thought was rash before, was really interesting. The first time they met, he could be so shameless, and now he was as embarrassed as a child.
"It's fine. You're all risking your lives to protect the caravan. Of course I need to see how you're doing.
Right, is your home in Karo City?
Are your relatives there too? "Elena's tone was very gentle, like a warm breeze brushing past Noda's heart.
But when he heard the second half of the sentence, Noda's face darkened. "I, I don't have any relatives anymore."
Elena's heart immediately tightened. She knew that she had said the wrong thing. She stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know … I was a little rash."
"It's okay." Noda's eyes were still avoiding Elena's, and his voice was a little hoarse. "I still have something to do. Miss Elena, you should go wash up first. Take care of your wound. That fall might leave a scar. If you need any ointment, you can look for me. I'm also a pharmacist."
Yes, poison is also considered a medicine, Noda added in his heart.
"Ah?"
Hearing that it would leave a scar, Elena was a little worried. But she soon felt relieved. Why should she care about these things?
But when she heard Noda said that he had ointment, Elena's eyes lit up. "Okay, I'll look for you!"
Then she staggered towards her father. As she walked, she looked back at Noda. Noda could feel Elena's gaze, but he did not dare to look back. He walked stiffly in that direction. He looked calm on the surface, but no one knew how fast his heart was beating …
* * *
In the distant woods, Henry silently moved towards the Bloodhand Bandits' camp. The remaining silent companions followed behind him like a shadow.
After this battle, the leader of the Bloodhand Bandits was killed, and the main force of the bandits were either dead or injured. It could be said that the bandits only existed in name.
The rest of the bandits were basically Henry's undead men. It could be said that the Bloodhand Bandits had changed hands.
Henry did not say much after arriving at the Bloodhand Bandits' camp. He simply made a gesture, and the remnants of the bandits who originally followed Ranke were instantly killed by Henry's men. The whole process lasted only a few minutes. Then Henry took out a shabby cloak from his tent, put on the hood, and walked towards Carlo City with another guy who looked like a human.
As for the remaining subordinates, they remained silent and stayed where they were.
* * *
Thirty-seven mercenaries and sixteen attendants had died in this attack, and forty-four bandits had been killed.
This was the final statistics. In the following two days of travel, the caravan did not encounter similar attacks. In many people's view, the bandits were also badly injured this time, and they were not willing to take this hard hit.
But he was a little worried, because he really couldn't understand why the undead would mix with humans. From all aspects of understanding, the undead had never had any allies in history because they were hostile to all living beings. Of course, this also led to them making too many enemies, and they were suppressed and excluded everywhere.
Thinking of the letter that gave him the Guardian's Medal, many people seemed to think of something in their minds, but they couldn't catch the main point like fog.
And what was more terrible was that many crossbows were completely destroyed by the undead assassin with great strength. If it wasn't for the guy's stealth assassination, many people would rather believe that he was an undead warrior.
But looking at their crossbow that was cut in half, many people sighed, thinking that this time, even if they went bankrupt, they would not be able to repair this good companion that saved their lives countless times. The crossbow arm, the most important part of the crossbow, was completely cut off, and even the crossbow body and crossbow string were destroyed. At this moment, this epoch-making crossbow could only be described with one word: horrible.
But it was not that many people could not live without the crossbow. Since absorbing the dragon skeleton, many people increasingly felt that their bodies were changing every day. This situation was always going on, and although it was slow, it had obvious effects. When the crossbow string was just changed, many people could not pull it with one hand, but in this attack, many people basically pulled the string with one hand. This also made the mercenaries who had seen the power of the crossbow deeply understand the horror of many people's power.
Many people kept the remains of the crossbow in their bags. Although it was scrapped, in many people's hearts, this was not necessarily a bad thing. For a transmigrator, too much military knowledge was enough to cause a sensation in this world.
Noda raised his water bag and drank as much as he could, wiped his mouth, and followed the group. After Elena used Noda's ointment, she was full of praise for the effect of the ointment. However, many people did not see Noda as proud as usual. Instead, they looked at Elena and stuttered, unable to say a complete sentence.
This made many people shake their heads and sigh. Everything really has its vanquisher!
After this incident, Elena seemed to have changed into a different person. Although the followers of the caravan never dared to take the initiative to talk to this cold young lady, her characteristic of not getting close to strangers had never changed. However, after this attack, these followers were surprised to see that the young lady who had always been expressionless had actually begun to smile.
Elena began to smile at every follower that passed by, and she would even greet the rude mercenaries. No one had ever seen her smile before, but now, every time she came to the caravan, she would chat with an Elven mercenary for a while, and then she would cover her face and walk back to her carriage with a smile. That smile was really like the blooming of spring flowers, making people feel happy.
Big Beard Karl didn't know what to feel about his daughter's change. He didn't know if he was happy or sad. But when his daughter, who had never cared about the caravan, suddenly began to learn from her father, this made Karl, who had always lamented that he had no successor, very happy. He didn't think too much about it and happily accepted his daughter's change.
The caravan traveled for three days, and Karo City appeared in front of everyone.