Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 181 Finale

The moment the owner of that breath flew over the edge of the city wall, almost no one was able to react in advance except William and two elite orc warriors.

It was so fast, from under the city wall to on top of the 15-meter-high wall in just a moment.

At the same time as the figure in white robes climbed over the stone pile of the city wall, a storm composed of countless air blades immediately swept over the orc troops occupying one side of the city wall, who had no time to react.

Chachacha...

Seven or eight extremely ferocious orc warriors, and several of their own kind who had just climbed up the city wall, were cut into countless pieces by the air blades that were as real as real objects.

Their heads, broken limbs, and torsos were scattered all over the place, and blood plasma splattered on the stone walls in large pieces, painting the gray-black stones into brown-red.

The body parts were mixed with the soldiers they had killed defending the city, forming a horrific pile of corpses.

The figure was still climbing.

It did not stop until it reached above everyone's heads, seven or eight meters above the city wall.

The power of this leap alone was enough to intimidate the soldiers who raised their heads below.

The two elite orcs stared in horror at the figure that stopped rising and briefly hovered in the air.

The elite orc holding a two-handed giant axe had his pupils wide open, blood red almost creeping into his eyes, his fighting spirit was aroused, the hair on his body stood up, and the bright red on the soles of his feet seemed to be boiling, causing ripples.

He roared and raised his battle axe.

At the same time, he did not let his anger consume his reason, and did not voluntarily give up his advantage and jump up to attack head-on.

Be prepared to wait for the moment when your opponent falls and cannot move freely.

He chopped the other person into pieces with his axe.

However, what he was waiting for was not an opportunity - with a cold look on his face, Rick turned the spear in his hand, which he had borrowed from an unknown soldier under the city, and threw it down nonchalantly.

The spear was like a thunderbolt from the sky. Under the orc's incredulous gaze, it pierced through his chest and half of the spear body penetrated straight into the brick road of the tower which was made entirely of large stone bricks.

This elite orc warrior is of the upper bronze rank.

There was no difference at all between him and the other orcs killed by Rick.

The spear, which was filled with the power of a devastating battle, did more than just pierce through his body.

When the horrific energy touches an object, it is like a lead bullet hitting flesh or a branding iron falling into butter.

In an instant, a hollow wound "dissolved" on the orc's chest.

Everything inside disappeared completely, including the last breath and roar.

Blood, organs, and fragments of ribs and spine splattered on the ground, forming a disgusting and blasphemous flower.

Another elite orc warrior was much more savvy.

Unlike his fanatical accomplices, he immediately ran to the edge of the city wall and tried to jump off the wall to retreat.

But before that, Zhan Xi's slash had already reached his head.

He stood steadily beside William and asked in a low voice, "Rick landed quietly. With the skillful use of battle breath, he came down from five or six meters in the air and only made an inconspicuous splash on the blood."

He stood firmly beside William and asked in a low voice:

"Are you okay..."

"I'm sorry, a lot of things happened on the way here, and it took a lot of time."

Rick's condition is not good either.

Disordered breathing.

The sleeves with ruffles on the cuffs of his robe had disappeared, exposing his arms, which were not thick but had clear lines and were unexpectedly powerful.

There were countless tiny wounds on it that were slowly healing and then opening again. These were obviously new scars. According to the Silver Rank's enhanced recovery ability that exceeded the limits of a living body, these tiny wounds should have healed long ago.

The cloth on the chest and the magical leather armor were completely torn to pieces.

From below the neck to the upper abdomen, there were more than a dozen criss-crossing claw marks, most of which showed the pale ribs, and blood was still flowing out.

Although the amount of leakage was incredibly small compared to the size of the wound, it still dyed the shirt red.

What is crucial is that even though it seems that some time has passed, after the emergency treatment of the sixth-level magic scroll and the terrifying recovery ability of the silver level.

The wound still showed no sign of closing, and even the bleeding couldn't be stopped.

After confirming Rick's arrival, William could no longer hold on and fell down.

Fortunately, the fourth-level healing magic was still in effect, otherwise he would have fainted.

Seeing William was about to fall, Rick quickly reached out and supported him so that he could sit down calmly.

Otherwise, at least 40% of William's wounds would reopen and bleed again.

"It's okay. I'll only be a minute or two late. I'll be attending the next farewell mass, the kind where I'm being sent off..."

"Thank you." William took the sixth-level "Advanced Healing Technique" handed to him by Rick.

With a distorted face, he straightened his right arm and fingers and put them back into place. The severe pain caused the half-elf officer to gasp for air.

Byd, it didn’t hurt this much during the battle just now… He complained in his heart before using magic power to activate the scroll.

Magical energy rich in healing and vitality surges into the body.

William expertly guided them to where they were most needed.

First the organs, bones and nerves, then the muscles and injuries, all recovered rapidly and in an orderly manner.

Unlike Rick, who had aggressive energy remaining on his chest, William was seriously injured, but at least he did not have any injuries that could not be cured by sixth-level magic.

After roughly processing it, he took out a homemade cigarette from his space ring, mixed with some magical materials, and lit it with the flame of elemental transformation.