Ed spent the rest of the night tending to the wounded alongside Sharog. As the treatnt needed lots of potions Ed thought his blood would end up running dry.
Realistically there weren't enough injured that the situation warranted spending a whole night. The main problem was the degree of so of the injuries.
[Nag (Crippled)]
No matter how many potions Ed concocted from his nutritious blood, Nag's status never changed.
'He's not better...' Ed let out a tired breath after assessing the sleeping orc for the umpteenth ti.
'It's too basic' The Alivio potion was too broad it failed to excel at a single thing. The only particularly exciting point was its ability to get rid of external injuries as well as heal injured tissue.
'My blood is not enough' The potion was not enough in its current state! That was the conclusion Ed ca to.
He pondered on the way to improve it but so far all he could think to do was increase the quantity or quality of the gathered blood. He definitely wasn't planning on doing the forr. That left quality.
'But how can I…?' Ed's question was cut short as he ca upon an epiphany. He sent a glance past the settlent walls eyeing a potential target.
'Blurak seems to have lots of vitality' The voracious ogre had more vitality than it likely knew what to do with! Luckily, Ed was willing to lend a hand.
Ed then wracked his brain outside the barracks formulating a plan as the rising sun highlighted his cold and pensive expression.
Sharog who had yet to catch a wink of sleep didn't dare approach and only watched on from a distance admiring Ed's hardworking personality. With him, there wasn't a mont of rest.
That was until she suddenly rembered sothing, a certain kid had given her a mission!
"E- Ed…" Sharog didn't really want to interrupt but it wasn't as if she could simply leave things be.
"Hm?" Ed who was thinking up ways to coerce Blurak into giving him its blood was thus interrupted.
"What is it?" He asked casually. Seeing that Ed wasn't mad, Sharog proceeded to tell Ed of her brief eting with a young orc of the sacred tribe.
"He said his sister and the other orc woman were kept near the cathedral." Sharog felt bad for forgetting until much later that day but at the sa ti, it couldn't really be helped. The random orc woman of an enemy tribe paled in priority to the injured of her own tribe.
"Oh" Ed found this revelation to be surprising as he had not once even wondered where all the won went. The place was run like so sort of military camp but it was still ultimately a settlent.
"Will we, Ummm, be taking them back to the settlent or…?" Sharog asked. Now that Ed had returned she found it necessary to make use of his head. She felt that the best way to avoid future failures was to both listen and learn from Ed and his actions.
"No, we will simply take a look at them. Sanctuary will be coming here instead." As they had been too busy with the injured and Ed practicing bloodletting it had slipped his mind to consult Sharog on that matter.
"Wh- what?" Sharog who heard this couldn't help but double-back her train of thought wondering what exactly she had missed. Her question was left open-ended but the answer was nonetheless a bit unexpected.
"This place is closer to the herbs and the mine as well as a third resource." Ed spoke with a thin smile. The third resource was obviously referring to Blurak.
"A third-? Nevermind! Moving again especially so far will likely not settle well with the other orcs!" Sharog hadn't considered the option since it was simply too troubleso.
Firstly, most of their fortifications and formations were at that settlent. Moving ant moving the basic magic cannons or abandoning them altogether and escorting back the batches of crystals. That was a simple matter compared to the next, however.
The Angekok tribe had already moved once which might make them unwilling to move again. Still, they were bound to be less stubborn than the original inhabitants who grew up in the settlent before Ed dared na it so.
"Do you think there is no hope?" Ed was still unaware of the brief trouble Sharog had gone through to take over the settlent. She could say there was a rebellion that had at most only been quelled at an early stage. The insurgents only buried their emotions in their hearts but if an opportunity to reclaim the settlent arose Sharog didn't doubt they'd take it.
"It is difficult" Sharog replied pensively.
"So it's not impossible..." Ed was not willing to abandon all the orcs and inhabit the sacred tribe's settlent by himself. If he planned on doing sothing like that he would be better off chilling with Blurak.
"Well... If it's you it should be possible" Sharog declared with confidence making Ed raise an eyebrow in concern. Was he so sort of miracle worker or...? Seeing this, Sharog started to explain herself.
"The main reason why it might not work is if their leader isn't good enough but you are more than qualified. Plus, the surviving warriors can also vouch for you." Sanctuary's orc warriors were not all on Sharog's side.
Since she knew they would take any opportunity they could to rebel and take back their ho she split those in favor of her and those that weren't. So stayed behind and others likely died in battle but not all.
Those warriors could vouch for Ed's strength. Although Sharog also felt that wouldn't really be necessary considering Ed's previous display when facing against the humans.
"That's good then" Ed would simply use transmission if they planned on staying behind. Who would ignore a voice in their head?
At that exact mont, so of the resting warriors started to wake up. The first thing one did was venture out of the barrack hoping to find whoever was in charge of breakfast.
Ed only spared them a short glance before giving out an order.
"Sharog, take so of them with you to investigate the won. While at it find so food." After that was done Ed would have to run back to Sanctuary and convince them to move out but before that, he had another important task.
To clean out his system space. If the experintal bodies died he would be in trouble.
'Hm? It seems I can't enter the system space anymore' Ed didn't find it weird but it was lantable. He would have to readjust his schedule.
***
In its vision, was a layout. To be specific, it was its own body.
Inside its bodies were many lights of varying sizes. Each going about their own business. So were eating, others were patrolling, and others were dying.
Yes, dying. The lights that made up itself were returning to itself. They were returning to itself at a frightening rate.
It had to think, and it had to think fast. For never before had it seen such efficiency. No, in fact, it had, it had seen such efficiency in numbers.
But how could it be? For even with numbers the disappearing lights would seem uniform and...
Now it knew.
It had processed what it had brought itself and saw the many humans that littered its body. They were ample in number and varied in strength but most all fearso in action.
So it panicked for the situation it found itself in was beyond unprecedented.
It wanted to trash about and crush the pests that ran afoul inside its body but it knew it was not possible.
With rational thought ca a calm mind thus, its panic diminished.
It had long since learned to think so it got to thinking.
…
But as it thought if found no solution suitable solution for no matter the choice it would lose sothing.
However, a thought had wandered in that brought it comfort. It shifted its gaze towards the life foreign to itself and tried to observe how the lives acted around it.
It had noticed that the lights dwindled around it and it awaited for itself.
…
But it had received no gain.
It was odd. It couldn't see what it wanted to see for itself had never returned to itself.
So it thought.
…
But as it thought ti flew and it ca to no conclusion. It was alard.
For it had yet to summon the foreign life but the humans had made substantial progress with their numbers.
There was no ti to waste!
It whirred its body and racked its mind. It sought help from its tool to bring back life but… It felt refreshed.
It stopped in its track and thought but as its 'life' had not perished it thought nothing.
But that was odd. How could its 'life' not perish in battle?
It was too weak.
It shifted its gaze back towards the den of humans, near its pillars used to exist a sea of lights but the light had vanished without a trace of return.
But how could it be? Itself could not vanish for it was itself, no?
…
Fear crept in after the dungeon noticed this problem. it slowly perished yet it never knew it was doing so.
It panicked and sought.
It sought an answer to the problem that plagued it.
…
But the refreshing feeling returned. It was the refreshing feeling that ca with the death of foreign life.
It was odd, for if its life had perished then the humans should have run amok in its body.
So it thought.
…
…
And as it thought it ca to a conclusion. It shifted its focus back towards its foreign life.. It had found a likely culprit.
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