Chapter 26

In the dim light, Rodi couldn't see the sudden flush on Sally's face. He only felt her delicate fingers lightly pinch his hand, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he still hadn't realized that he was no longer a player. Habitually, he began to check Sally's injuries in his usual way—

Before his穿越, Rodi was a lone wanderer who rarely interacted with female players. He seldom considered "taboos" or "sensitive" behaviors, so when he directly felt around Sally's body with his hands, he seemed completely unaware of any impropriety.

"Don't break any bones, or it'll be a real hassle. Breaking any part of your body is bad, and if you can't walk, I'll have to risk my life, and that's not worth it at all..."

Muttering to himself, Rodi's hands, which seemed to be "molesting" the girl, were actually checking to see if any bones were broken. In truth, he wasn't as calm and composed as he appeared. The situation had deviated too much from the original plan, and he was still not used to being a non-player. At this moment, he was almost no different from the ranger he used to be—ignoring social customs and etiquette, he only wanted to ensure that Miss Sally, who was supposed to die in this attack, didn't die so easily.

Falling off a warhorse, the immense impact often causes unimaginable collisions when one hits the ground. He had also been scratched and bruised when he rolled off, cursing in pain, let alone Sally, who was thrown out without any preparation.

In such a situation, a minor fracture is the best-case scenario, and it's not impossible to break your neck.

After a quick examination, Rodi frowned slightly and finally confirmed that Sally's shoulder was dislocated, but fortunately, no ribs or other bones were broken.

Relieved, Rodi turned his head again. In the dim darkness, three bulky figures were gradually becoming clearer.

"Stay still and don't make a sound!"

Rodi's tone was domineering, completely disregarding the identity of the duke's daughter. Standing up, he strode towards the horn bow scattered nearby.

At this moment, Rodi was not only fully restored but also in peak mental condition. The thrill of returning from hell to heaven made him incredibly excited. His relaxed demeanor reappeared as he skillfully and quickly drew the bow and arrow, humming the tune of "The Seven Little Heroes"...

"Big brother, big cave, big cave..."

An arrow shot out, and a figure twenty meters away was pierced through the throat, falling silently to the ground.

"Hey—Mutual Heroes, Mutual Heroes..."

Another arrow, and a beastman who was eight meters away from Rodi tried to dodge but was shot through the mouth due to Rodi's precise prediction.

The corpse twitched a few times, but Rodi didn't spare it a second glance.

Sally, who was only eight meters away from Rodi, turned her head with effort and could only see a blood-soaked figure standing in the dim darkness. The sound of arrows slicing through the air mixed with his strange singing, and the horn bow was repeatedly drawn to its fullest, felling enemies one after another.

After the three beastmen fell to the ground, Rodi looked at their corpses and sighed, but the feeling of frustration in his heart did not dissipate with their deaths; it only grew worse.

It wasn't because of the beastmen's boldness and arrogance. His frustration stemmed from Francis's "treason"—now he understood that without Francis providing accurate information to the beastmen, they wouldn't have ambushed Sally at midnight.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and Rodi walked towards Sally. However, a beastman who had been holding back suddenly leaped up and charged at Rodi, roaring. Despite the arrow shaft in his shoulder, he was still fiercely fighting, wielding a scimitar to slash down, seemingly about to succeed...

Sally's eyes widened in shock, realizing she couldn't warn Rodi in time...

At this critical moment, Rodi's body swayed as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and the scimitar grazed his clothes—

"Starting with a horizontal slash, the same old move, really..."

His tone seemed somewhat impatient. As he turned around, the beastman was about to deliver a second horizontal slash, but Rodi's eyes widened in surprise as he looked past the beastman's face and shouted, "Sarota the Shaman?!"

This was shouted in Sabine, and the beastman was momentarily stunned, actually turning to look behind him, forgetting to consider how a human could speak the beastmen's language...

"Idiot, such an idiot, after all these years, still the same..."

Rodi took a quick step back, and while the beastman was still dazed, he picked up two scimitars that had fallen on the ground. When the beastman, enraged and embarrassed, realized no one was behind him, Rodi had already stepped forward, swinging the two scimitars in a half-circle, bringing them down directly on the beastman!

Sally was completely stunned, not understanding what Rodi had said in the beastman's language, but she could see that the scout captain had used a shameless and childish method to deal with the crisis—what left her speechless was that such a foolish trick actually worked.

"Clang!"

Rodi's right scimitar struck first, colliding forcefully with the beastman's instinctive block. Before the beastman could change his move, the left scimitar followed, slightly adjusting its angle to avoid the blade and chopping down hard on the beastman's shoulder!

The beastman roared in pain but did not collapse from the blow. He suddenly thrust forward, using his much greater strength to force Rodi's arms to spread wide, leaving his chest completely exposed. The beastman saw his opportunity and immediately charged with a headbutt.

Rodi narrowed his eyes, remaining extremely calm. As soon as the beastman began to lean forward, Rodi fell backward, appearing to be hit without contact. In reality, when the beastman bent over completely and his headbutt missed, Rodi used his elbows and back to brace himself on the ground, kicking his legs up!

From Sally's perspective, it looked as if the beastman, who was nearly two heads taller than Rodi, was slamming his head into Rodi's feet. With a "thud," the beastman's head was kicked up, and he staggered back two steps, his face covered in blood, before collapsing backward.

Rodi flipped to his feet, took a few quick steps, and leaped suddenly!

The two blades drew a brilliant arc, his body stretching like a drawn bow. When he landed, the force of the blow was like a sudden arrow, leaving Sally wide-eyed and speechless, her mouth agape.

The blades nearly simultaneously cut into the beastman's neck, and his head flew high into the air.

Blood splattered Rodi's face, and the headless corpse twitched a few times before stilling, but Rodi's expression remained cold. He looked around the now much quieter wilderness, his actions uninterrupted. He picked up the horn bow and quiver, shooting a few more arrows to finish off the few half-dead war wolves and the remaining beastmen. After confirming there were no more threats, he wiped his face and ran back to Sally, abruptly reaching out to touch the indentation where her shoulder was dislocated. As Sally's cheeks flushed again and she opened her mouth to say something, he suddenly said, "It might hurt a lot, but you have to bear it."

Sally was stunned; she didn't understand what he meant. But the next moment, she saw Rodi stand up and lift his foot to step on her armpit...

He... He's... He's not going to... molest me—

Sally's mind was in chaos. She felt a sudden surge of anger and委屈, opening her mouth to scold him, but her delicate arm was suddenly gripped by his hands... and then he yanked and pushed!

"Crack!"

"Ah—"

Sally screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face...

For Rodi, setting a dislocated bone was a routine task. Perhaps due to his long-term practice, after becoming a berserker, he often dislocated his arm because he couldn't handle the heavy weapons, and if it weren't for...

The image of a figure in a red dress suddenly appeared in his mind, and Rodi's breathing seemed to pause for a moment. A wave of pain washed over him and then quickly receded. In the dim light, the figure in his memory was gradually replaced by Sally, who was biting her lip. Rodi looked at her complex and indescribable expression, not bothering to explain anything, and simply sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

After this series of actions, although he wasn't exhausted, his breathing was indeed more disordered. Rodi left Sally alone, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind, scanning the distant dark wilderness, and muttering words that the duke's daughter couldn't understand...

"Really ruthless, there must be a reason for such treachery, Francis... If I catch you, I'll skin you alive..."

Sally watched Rodi silently, the anger in her eyes fading, replaced by a complex expression... The intense pain from the dislocation being set came and went quickly, and the chaotic thoughts in her mind gradually disappeared as Rodi sat beside her, panting. She had thought he was going to do something dirty, but now she felt somewhat at a loss. After such a terrifying battle, she still didn't fully trust this "scout captain."

After the fear, her heart was filled with more questions.

Rodi looked very disheveled, his clothes torn, his face covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and his body covered in dirt. Even the servants under Butler Hall's command would look better than him. But Sally knew that he had single-handedly taken down a squad of ten wolf riders...

Who is he, really?

No matter how puzzled Sally was, Rodi didn't care about her thoughts. He was very clear in his mind that... the beastmen's ambush was not limited to this group!

The original goal was to save the duke's daughter, but now he realized that they were still not out of danger. With this in mind, Rodi's actions became very direct.