The next moment.
The armor that enveloped the gray-armored figure's entire body incredibly transformed into a cloud of gray mist and was absorbed into his body.
A young man with black hair, a gentle face, and an age similar to Yalaar's, dressed in exquisite black clothing that no one had ever seen or could describe, appeared before all the humans.
"I am human; helping my own kind needs no reason."
Lyle looked at these humans, whose faces were sallow and gaunt from living here, with gentle eyes.
Their hair colors varied, but most were silver. Everyone's skin was wheat-colored. The age of these humans should not be very old, estimated to be around 20 years old.
If it weren't for the fact that this human army had just fought the Gray Dwarves, Lyle would have thought they were a group of refugees.
They didn't even have decent armor or weapons; only the silver-haired girl in front looked somewhat like an ordinary soldier from a human country.
Yalaar's dry lips parted, her silver pupils looking at Lyle's face in disbelief.
Not only Yalaar, but the other human members also looked at Lyle in shock, but soon, everyone fell silent again.
"Respected strong one."
"Thank you for your assistance. We humans only have a few tribesmen left in this 'Valley of Despair.'"
Yalaar plunged her spear into the sand, raised her arms to her chest, bowed deeply to Lyle, and thanked him profoundly:
"Your joke is our honor."
The valley, filled with various threats and difficult survival, was a world for the strong and powerful races, and they humans were one of the weakest races in this valley.
If her grandfather hadn't stepped into the "Hero" realm and conquered one of the three great oases back then, they humans would probably have already become extinct in the harsh living environment of the valley.
Seeing that this group of people actually didn't believe he was human.
Lyle was stunned; this was a situation he had not expected at all.
"Do you think if I were another race, I would pretend to be human?" Lyle let out a light chuckle, speaking calmly.
"Whoosh!"
The Goshawk standing on his shoulder also let out a sharp cry.
This was naturally the Evil Spirit Hound transformed.
After all, he knew too little about the situation in this mysterious area, so Lyle had the Evil Spirit Hound disguise itself a bit before arriving.
He originally wanted to use magic, but after some thought, using a warrior's abilities might make it easier to get closer to the humans in this region.
Yalaar blinked.
Indeed!
How could those proud strong ones of other races disguise themselves as weak humans?
"Are you really human?" Yalaar's voice was a bit dry, with a slight tremor in her tone.
"Of course." Lyle nodded, "I am a traveler, and because I suffered an unknown magic, I suddenly appeared here."
Traveler?
Magic?
Hearing these two completely incomprehensible words, the humans present showed confused expressions.
Only Yalaar understood a little; she had once heard her grandfather mention that there was a larger place outside the "Valley of Despair," and also wondrous magic.
Perhaps her father knew something too.
Yalaar hadn't paid much attention before; those were things too far away. Their lives in this valley were already difficult enough, and they had no time to consider other things.
"Can you save us?" Yalaar took a step forward, her eyes red as she looked at Lyle.
"Okay."
Lyle nodded, "So, can you tell me what's going on right now?"
A moment later.
Lyle finally had a basic understanding of the situation, which perfectly matched the information he had obtained using "All-Race Charm."
The silver-haired girl in front of him was not lying.
He raised his head.
Lyle looked behind the silver-haired girl; there were about 50 human members, each with more or less injuries.
"Do you have water on you?" Lyle asked.
"Yes."
A young man around 20 years old looked at Lyle with some fear, nodding softly.
Lyle's thoughts stirred, and five glass bottles of alchemical potions appeared on the ground: "Pour these few bottles of alchemical potions into your waterskins and mix them with water. Drink half, and sprinkle the remaining half on your wounds."
After speaking.
Lyle took out another bottle of alchemical potion and handed it to Yalaar in front of him: "Drink this."
Everyone looked somewhat bewildered at these crystal bottles, which glowed with a translucent light under the sunlight.
"What are you staring at? Hurry and do as the adult instructed!"
Yalaar didn't know why Lyle wanted them to drink the liquid in these artistic crystal bottles, but she immediately gave the order, shouting loudly.