That's right, the two people behind them were Mike and Timus.

Mike walked behind with the King's sword in his hand, while Timus walked in front with the staff of Meredith in his hand.

At this moment, a fireball was condensed on the top of the staff of Meredith, but it did not shoot out.

It was this fireball that provided light for the both of them, which allowed them to arrive here without any obstruction.

Originally, in this complicated underground cave, the two of them could not find the right path, even after circling around for a long time. After all, the fireball could only provide a limited amount of light.

In addition, the surrounding environment was very quiet. The goblins and centaurs were not making any loud noises.

This caused Mike and Timus to circle around the underground cave several times. With luck, Gerald and Finnis' voice was picked up by Mike's ears, which led them to this place.

The two of them quickly came to Finnis' side.

Mike saw that many centaurs were still alive, and his face was filled with joy.

Even if most of them were injured, as long as they were still alive, it was enough. After all, there was a free medical labor force here.

"Timus, go and treat them."

"AH?!"

Timus' expression changed drastically when he heard this. 

Finnis also noticed that Timus' face was a little pale. It was an abnormal kind of pale. It looked like he had used up a lot of his physical strength.

In fact, Finnis was right with what he thought.

From the moment Timus entered the tunnel until now, he had been maintaining the fireball at the top of Meredith's staff. 

Although it was just a small fireball, maintaining it for such a long time still required a lot of physical strength and magic power. 

Now, Mike actually asked him to treat these centaurs. Wasn't this going to kill him? However, this was his teacher's words after all, so he didn't dare to disobey. In addition, Timus also had a good impression of these centaurs, so he could only walk to the side of the more seriously injured centaurs with a bitter face and began treating them one by one.

Unexpectedly, a scene that he did not expect to happen, happened. 

These centaurs rejected the treatment that Timus was about to administer.

"Timus, you don't have to treat me. I'm going to help Gerald now. He might be in danger at any moment!" 

"That's right, and you look very tired. It's better for you to rest first." 

"Timus, after you recover your strength, if I'm still alive, you can help treat me again."

These centaurs rejected Timus' treatment just like that.

At that moment, Timus was completely dumbfounded.

He quickly opened his mouth and said, "What kind of joke is this? If you don't treat these wounds as soon as possible, it's very likely that your lives will be in danger. You must treat them immediately!"

"I know my own body. You don't have to worry," Timus continued.

Although Timus said that, all the centaurs could clearly see his pale face and the sweat on his forehead through the light of the fireball.

Obviously, Timus was trying his best to hold on.

"No, we really can't accept your treatment now. Gerald and the others..."

"You don't have to worry about Gerald."

The centaurs still wanted to refuse, but Mike's words suddenly rang out and interrupted them.

Timus and the centaurs all looked over.

Mike slowly pulled the king's sword out of its sheath and revealed a confident smile.

"Leave the task of supporting Gerald to me. You guys stay here and heal in peace."

The moment he finished speaking, the king's sword was completely pulled out of its sheath, revealing the whole length of the sword.

Right after that happened, Timus felt his body relax. The stamina and magic power he had spent on the journey maintaining the fireball seemed to have been completely replenished.

Not only that, he even felt that his stamina was much stronger than before.

"This magical power is..." Timus was very shocked. 

He subconsciously looked at the king's sword in Mike's hand, but before he could see clearly, Mike had already rushed forward, leaving behind only his back. 

Looking at Mike's back, Timus was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted. 

The most important thing now was not to be curious about the source of this power but to quickly treat these centaurs. 

Some of the centaurs were already in a very critical condition. If they were not treated, they might really die here. 

"Then, let's start the treatment now. With the teacher's help, we won't have to worry about Gerald and the others' safety." Just as Timus turned his head, he was stunned, yet again. 

The wounds of these centaurs were being healed at a very fast speed. 

Each centaur looked at the wounds on their bodies in surprise. 

They could clearly feel that their lost vitality was being rapidly recovered. 

"What the hell is going on?!" 

"Timus, did you do this for us?" 

"Timus, I didn't expect you to have such a treatment method. You're simply too amazing!" 

The centaurs voiced out their thoughts, one after another. Every centaur had a fanatical and excited mood. 

Timus replied blankly, "No, I didn't treat your wounds..." 

"You didn't treat them? How is that possible?" 

"If you didn't treat them, how could our wounds recover?" 

The centaurs were very confused. 

Timus swallowed his saliva and looked in the direction where Mike had left. He could not help but voice out, "Although I'm not sure, but... your wounds seem to have been healed by the teacher." 

Timus remembered very clearly that the last time he fought with Lord Ragnaros, it was also after his teacher pulled out that sword, that same sword that quickly healed his injuries. 

It was the same this time. 

It could not have been a mistake, this was definitely not a coincidence! 

Although this was Timus' guess, the centaurs immediately accepted this answer after they heard it. 

"If it's Lord F*ck, I can accept it."

"Lord F*ck is indeed our great benefactor of the Centaurs!" 

"As expected of Lord F*ck, he's too reliable!" 

The Centaurs' respect for Mike instantly deepened. 

In the beginning, he had taught them how to resist, and now he had helped them treat such serious injuries. To them, Lord F*ck's kindness to the Centaurs was too great. 

One of the centaurs could not help but shout loudly, "My compatriots, now that our injuries have healed, do we continue to wait here and do nothing?" 

"No!" The other centaurs immediately responded. 

"My compatriots, do we have to let Lord F*ck go alone to support Gerald?!" 

"No!" The other centaurs shouted again. 

"Village chief Finnis, give us the order!" The Centaur turned to look at Finnis. 

The other Centaurs did the same. 

Finnis looked at the group of brothers in front of him and frowned. He knew that it was useless to say anything now. These young centaurs only had a cavity of hot blood left in their bodies. 

Moreover, even Finnis himself could not do such a thing as abandoning Lord F*ck, Gerald, and then escaping alone with his tribesmen. 

In the end, Finnis closed his eyes and sighed as he shook his head. 

All the centaurs held their breaths and focused while they waited for Finnis' answer. 

Even Timus could not help but fall silent. 

When Finnis opened his eyes again, everyone saw the determination in Finnis' eyes. With that, he said, "Everyone, charge with me and catch up with Lord F*ck and Gerald!"