When Su Li came to visit him, he was already unconscious, but on the sickbed, he had used Dwarf blood and a broken ax blade to carve out a line of indentations—"Mix my ashes into the black gunpowder."
Fortunately, the pure tears from the Holy Image of Shalya fell, and the corrupted branch in Dorglin's eroded right eye socket was directly purified. Of course, such a fierce injury could not be fully healed, and as the price or honor for participating in this battle, this champion-level Dwarf permanently lost an eye and would have to wear a brass eye patch engraved with luxurious Dwarf-style patterns in the future.
Despite this, Dietrich was still filled with irritation at this stubborn Dwarf; Su Li had just entered when he heard Dietrich's furious roar: "Dorglin, you bastard, idiot! If you dare to secretly teach Dwarves to use gunpowder to treat infected wounds again, I'll swap all your barley beer for Shalya's wormwood juice!"
