At this moment, bathed in the morning sun, the complexion of the Militia Captain was so pale as though his face was the color of gold paper, yet he was forcing himself to remain conscious.
"No, with my strength, there's really nothing I can do..."
The person the Militia Captain was speaking to, the Priest of the Church stationed in this village, was also sweating profusely at this moment.
Even the chilly autumn morning breeze couldn't cool his anxious heart.
In the still intact Church, there are now [] injured people lying down
D20=d20(10)=10
The people who should have been receiving treatment were all groaning in discomfort, but the Priest felt utterly helpless.
"We've already sent for help from the town, but there's no telling how much longer until help arrives," the Priest said in agony.
Goblins are filthy creatures.
Although their claws and teeth aren't considered weapons, those scratched or bitten by them, if of average Constitution, often fall seriously ill.
