He probably broke a few ribs, and his internal organs suffered varying degrees of trauma.
But at least, he saw hope for survival. As long as he could return to the imperial capital and seek treatment from the church, these injuries wouldn't be a big deal, and a few days' rest would suffice for recovery.
As for those knights and priests trapped in the encirclement, once he returned to the capital, their spirit of sacrifice would be sung.
Gradually, the sounds of battle were no longer audible.
Abaddon continued forward along the path he came from, traversing through the snowfield filled with dismembered limbs.
Soon, he heard noises ahead, and taking a few more steps forward, he saw a fully armed group of adventurers. They appeared stunned by his appearance and the bloody state he was in.
"Hurry, I'm Abaddon, commander of the Knight Order! We were ambushed by Bigfoot; I order you to go and support immediately!"
Abaddon commanded.
