Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 176 The other side

"Snapped!"

With a slight sound, the loosened bowstring whipped the air, and an arrow with a sharp tip shot out!

The adventurer, holding a steel crossbow in one hand and supporting his teammate with the other, turned his head and immediately quickened his pace the moment his finger pulled the trigger, without any intention of confirming whether the arrow hit the target.

Because if they slow down a bit, the hunters behind them will immediately follow, pounce on them and tear them to pieces.

The adventurer's heart was filled with bitterness and regret.

He originally planned to have the team hunt down a few lone orcs who were burning, killing and looting in exchange for some bounty.

For this reason, they deliberately avoided the streets where miserable screams were heard, for fear of encountering large numbers of orc troops.

But he didn't expect to run into them - a marauding party of ten orcs.

One team member died on the spot, and another had his arm chopped off and was seriously injured.

If it weren't for the other two team members who fought desperately to hold back those damn monsters for a while, he and the seriously injured team member would have died long ago.

A "puff" sound came from not far behind.

He knew that was the sound of the iron arrow piercing the shield. Obviously, the arrow did not achieve the effect he wanted.

He had clearly aimed at the opponent's head first, then suddenly turned the arrow around and shot it at the opponent's left leg where it was least defended.

"What the hell!"

The captain of the adventurers threw away the expensive steel crossbow in his hand, gathered up the fighting spirit in his body, and swung his arms wildly.

Even with a person on his shoulders, his speed was still no less than nine meters per second.

The whistling wind whistled past his ears and the strong wind blew on his cheeks.

But even so, the distance between the two sides has not increased, but is gradually getting closer.

Heavy, dense footsteps were heard through the ground, becoming clearer and closer.

His heartbeat seemed to follow the rapid rhythm and began to beat faster.

The adventurer understood that this was a deliberate and unnecessary move by the orcs.

These hunters are enjoying the chase of their prey, the despair of their prey and their own strength.

They were intoxicated by it.

Otherwise, the two thrown spears would have pierced them long ago, and how could they have escaped until now.

The opponent is at the bronze level!

"team leader?"

The team member who was being carried and run barely managed to squeeze out a weak cry. His condition was obviously very bad. He had lost too much blood and his face was as white as paper. Being able to keep up with the pace with the help of his captain was the limit of what he could do.

"Have you recovered a little?"

The adventurer did not turn his head away, nor did he even cast a glance at his teammates. He just asked calmly and calmly.

"Go to the 7th Street in the Central District. There is a special passage for the wounded and soldiers..."

"team leader?!"

The team member was surprised at first, but he understood what his captain meant without even having to think about it.

Now all the magic scrolls they had had were used up, and staying alone would be tantamount to committing suicide.

"How can this be possible? If this is the case, you should leave..."

"It's better for one person to survive than for both of us to die here!"

"Can a severely injured mid-level bronze level soldier who stays behind hold them back?!"

Before he could finish his words, the pale-faced team member discovered that the person holding him had let go of his hand. Finally, before the hand broke away from him, the strength from that hand helped him stabilize his body that was about to fall.

Allow him to continue running at his original speed.

"go!"

The captain of the adventurers roared, turning around and drawing his sword.

However, before he finished turning around.

In my ears, the trembling footsteps coming from under my feet suddenly stopped.

It was so sudden and unusual, as if the orcs chasing them had disappeared in an instant.

When he actually turned around, the sight before him told him why—the heads of eight standing giants, sliding down from their necks.

Then, with the battle still lingering, blood plasma pumped by powerful organs spurted out from the headless corpses.

Like a terrifying fountain.

Then, one sturdy corpse after another fell down. Every dull sound of contact with the ground seemed to hammer his heart, making him feel as if his liver and gallbladder were trembling.

"In the end what happened?"

The adventurer, who was ready to risk his life for a moment, stood there in a daze, staring in horror at the corpses with smooth wounds on the ground less than 20 meters away from him.

It also includes an orc whose strength is comparable to that of a bronze rank.

But even he didn't notice the person who attacked him at all. He didn't even let out a scream. He only had time to swallow the last breath of air in his lungs.

A hundred meters away, at the intersection, Rick performed his martial arts and paused for a moment, then rushed again like an arrow towards another place where the orcs were active.