Seeing that the most heavily injured Elf was no longer in critical condition and showed signs of recovery, Thomas didn't want to stay long. He intended to let everyone disperse and wait for the leading Elf to wake up before asking questions.
The tribesmen glared at the Elves and left one by one. Originally, the beastmen and Dwarves didn't have much goodwill towards Elves, and now their impression was even worse.
It was already dusk, and Eric had to hurry back to bake the cakes; otherwise, the dough that had risen would definitely go sour by tomorrow.
"Let's go," Max said, bowing his head to Eric.
Having just experienced a great battle, Eric felt particularly refreshed after a sleep, and his body was no longer sore like when he was kneading the dough:
"Yes, Max, come back and bake cakes with me. Today I kneaded a thousand catties of wheat flour; my arms wanted to fall off. Fortunately, Balu came to help later. After baking, we'll give them to you guys to eat on the road."
