An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

After five or six minutes, he stood up, moved his wings, and stretched them out in front of him to check the damage.

There was not much blood, but several large holes destroyed the original beauty. What's worse is that he can't fly now, unless he finds a priest to treat him, or sews it up with a needle and waits for it to heal slowly.

Hardy: "Sorry, sir, my medical kit is lost, but if we can return to the place where we were raided, maybe we can find what I lost there, and then I can sew it for you."

Far: "Go back! Is it too dangerous?"

Far was a little timid, but Rufus suddenly remembered something.

Rufus: "No, there is no need to go back. Have you forgotten Scar? He is down here now! If it is him, he can use holy healing to help heal his wounds!"

Far: "But, but Scar, and my sister, everyone, they may all..."

Rufus: "What do you want to say? Far, what do you want to say!"

Yes, everyone knows this possibility, but even a tough guy like Rufus begins to become timid and cowardly in the face of such things. They can't bear this possibility.

Noshil: "They should be fine."

Noshil stopped their quarrel, and just thought about it for a while and understood what they were worried about. After all, they didn't have a panel prompt, so they were naturally uneasy.

"Before you came, I had stayed in this car for a while. Except for the roar of the engine, I didn't hear any sound. This is very abnormal."

"I think there may be a soundproof magic circle or something like that down here. You can tell whether it is specific at a glance. Come with me."

Noshil's words once again aroused their hope, although they felt that it was a comforting word.

But at least this sentence gave them the courage to follow and to personally confirm the result.

Coming to the trapdoor again, Nosir directly pulled out the two magic hand axes called bloodletters. The lid had been opened before. Nosir walked down the stairs slowly. After his figure completely entered the cabin, his powerful perception ability detected a faint magical aura sweeping over him.

Nosir immediately turned his head to speak to the three people who had not caught up yet, but found that the three of them seemed to be unable to hear his voice at all.

The three people above noticed this situation, and indescribable joy emerged from them.

There is actually a soundproof magic circle!

And Nosir was in a good mood. If we talk about the biggest gain of this rescue operation, it has to be the hell chariot we are in now.

Not to mention the specific value of the advanced device in it, but even if it is dismantled and sold as scrap metal, it is estimated that it can sell for tens of thousands of gold coins. Nosir will go from being penniless to having a net worth of tens of thousands in an instant.

After Rufus and the other two came down, Nosir signaled them to stay where they were and not move. There was a wall behind them, and the corridor blocked the ladder they stepped on when they came down.

Lifting the folding stairs, he turned his sight to the cabin. A long and narrow corridor appeared in front of him. Noshier walked forward carefully step by step, using his instinct and all his attention to observe the surrounding environment.

After only a few steps, Noshier understood that this chariot was designed entirely for slave hunting.

Except for the small area when he came down, the rest of the area was occupied by densely packed cells. Each cell was very small and was filled with four or five people. There were two such cells on each side, a total of four.

Many people were unconscious inside, and many were awake, looking at Noshier with fear in their eyes.

Noshier did not sense the danger. His instinct to perceive danger was not triggered. This instinct would give a warning when he stepped into a dangerous place, but obviously, his instinct did not think that there was anything in this car that could threaten him.

He waved to the three people behind him, and then said to the people who were still awake.

"Don't get me wrong, you are safe. I am not a demon, I am a tiefling. I have killed the three whiskered demons and one chain demon. Can you hear the noise from above?"

After briefly explaining the situation, Noshier took out the key he found on the chain demon's body and began to open the cell doors one by one.

"Julie! Sister! You're still alive!"

"Is this the devil's conspiracy? Is that monster really dead? Brother..."

"Son! Son! Wake up!"

"Dad..."

"Did any of you pick up my medical kit during the chaos?!"

"Here! Hardy! Haha, you bastard, you didn't expect me to pick it up for you!"

"Walter! I knew it! You're always like this! You want money but not life!"

"This time I want my life! I didn't pick up other valuable things! I picked up your thing specifically!"

"You stinky boy! Bring it to me quickly, really, are you so sure that we can survive?"

"If we can't survive, we can die quickly. You must have poison in it!"

"You guy! Forget it, I don't want to argue with you this time! Are there any wounded here? Anyone who needs stitches!"

"..."

Noshier seemed to have become an outsider all of a sudden. After Hardy got the medical kit, he looked around and found that no one had any serious injuries, so he immediately ran over and wanted to stitch him up.

He was a bachelor, and apart from his two old friends, he didn't know many people here.

Noshir waved his hand to reject him.

"There are people here who need help more than me. My injury is not a big deal. Go see Rufus' son."

"Thank you, sir, thank you for your kindness."

Noshir did not respond, but waved his hand.

Noshir leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and watched the scene quietly.

This kind of gathering scene... he is destined not to see it in the future.

Noshir was a little sad, and there was some numbness around his eyes, but he could bear it.

Maybe one day, in this world with magic, I can also find the way home.

Noshir shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about it.

Right now, there are more important things waiting for him to do.

They have been stagnant here for a little too long. Although only more than ten minutes have passed, this time is enough for those possible demons to react.

They must move immediately to prevent those other possible demons from noticing something wrong and chasing them again.

After all, this group of old and weak people can't fight.

At this moment, a hand in armor suddenly rested on his shoulder. With a warm glow, the holes on his wings began to heal gradually. After just a few seconds, the wounds disappeared.

"This kind of epidermal injury is relatively easy to treat. With my ability, I can do it easily. Thank you for saving us."

"I am Ska Chiturugu, a paladin who has just embarked on the oath of revenge."