Border Outpost.
The cold night wind gusted, the fire in the wooden house roaring vigorously.
Rod and the soldiers weren't cold, but the wounded Blom couldn't bear it.
At this moment, Blom lay on a crude wooden bed, his heavy breathing mixed with low groans.
The adrenaline had receded, and even anesthetic potions couldn't completely quell the pain in Blom's body.
Blom's back was covered in wounds, the most prominent one being thirty centimeters long, with flesh turned outward.
Such injuries would be impossible to save on an ordinary person.
Fortunately, Blom was a knight, with a robust physique, plus Rod's potion helped stop the bleeding and disinfect, so the wounds were stitched in time.
Besides these, Blom's right leg was already fractured, now wrapped with coarse cloth and wooden boards.
Several ribs on his chest were also broken.
Even with a knight's body, it was estimated that Blom would not be able to get out of bed for ten days to half a month.
