Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 128 End and Morning

Apart from surprise attacks, underestimating the enemy, and using special magic items.

Between two professionals with equally rich combat experience, the gap in rank will be infinitely magnified, and the other party's chances of winning will be greatly increased.

Rick's toes just tapped lightly.

A shallow pit was immediately squeezed out on the ground, which "hooked" his retreating body.

The pressure was no less than that of a shell fired from a ten-pound cannon.

Fortunately, Rick had set up a seventh-level magic in advance, otherwise, the thickened alchemical cement floor would have been stepped on and a hole would have been created through the floor.

Rick then appeared in front of Wald again with an outburst that was no less powerful than before.

The intuition of danger was like countless fine needles piercing his head, making the Blood Gang leader's scalp tingle.

The emerald green sword was between the two of them.

At the same time, the Blood Gang leader displayed his best sword moves.

The next second, his body flew backwards at a speed faster than when he rushed forward.

As he leaped, spots of bright red splashed in the air and dripped onto the floor, forming two bloodstains that were not continuous but extremely clear.

"Boom"

"Kang Dang"

The six or seven meter long conference table was filled with wood chips flying everywhere.

Even the table made entirely of high-quality blood-coagulated wood could not withstand such a heavy impact.

Shattered in an instant.

Walder himself was lying on the gap, with a deep pit in his chest.

It was only the size of a footprint, but it was already a fatal wound.

That's where the heart and parts of the lungs are.

The emerald green sword fell to the ground with a sound, along with two bloody arms.

"Rational and cold-blooded judgment, excellent timing, and good skills. If you were a Silver Rank, I'm afraid I would be dead."

"But I have to say, your luck is really not that good."

The flat voice reached the ears of the few remaining survivors, like the whisper of death in their ears.

"soldier"

Rekla drew his sword and deflected the second arrow shot at him.

Generally speaking, an arrow that has accelerated to a speed close to that of a flintlock bullet cannot be defended against by an ordinary sword.

But with the infusion of war spirit, even direct artillery fire might not be able to interrupt it.

The sword was thrown out, and before Grick, who had a "hidden bag" filled with arrows, could react.

It cut into his neck, and then nailed to another wall in the distance as if it were nothing.

Tremble slightly.

The headless torso, after a brief pause, turned into a bloody fountain.

In less than a minute, only two of the seven Blood Gang leaders were left.

The breath of war penetrated the ground, and the emerald green sword made a clear sound and suddenly bounced up.

It almost goes against human common sense and fell into Rick's hands.

"I advise you two not to hold out any hope of delaying the magic until it ends."

Rick turned his head to look at the two assassins with uncertain expressions and spoke without any emotion.

…………

morning.

Ina, who was preparing to go to the military camp to find William again, started to tidy up her clothes in front of the full-length mirror provided in the guest room.

She changed into a light yellow dress with small lace edges on the neckline and sleeves.

Making her more appropriate for his age at this time than ever before.

In addition, Ina also put on a thick cotton, double-breasted jacket.

It is indeed still the end of summer in the year.

But even during the hottest period of the year, the temperature in the northern city of Leishi never exceeds 10 degrees, and in the early morning it only hovers around degrees.

She naturally didn't feel cold, but others wouldn't think so when they saw her.

As for not wanting to be stared at from time to time by passers-by.

Ina felt that it was necessary to put on one more piece of clothing.

As for the sword, since it weighed more than four pounds including the scabbard, and the dress had no belt, it had to be held by hand.

Her long snow-white hair was loose and fell on her shoulders. Different from the lively and heroic look when she had her hair tied up in a ponytail, she looked more delicate and elegant.

But she still tied a small ponytail at the back of her hair for the flame-style hairpin.

If you give up your greatest support, you will just wander around the street like an ordinary girl.

Then she really doesn't know how precious life is.

No matter what, the Blood Gang is still the number one gang in the slums for many years!

"However, fortunately, the weight of the hairpin is not the kind that requires the ends of my hair to be tucked up... Otherwise, it would definitely give me a headache if I moved it alone."

"For a piece of jewelry inlaid with gold, it is surprisingly light."

"The main body doesn't look like steel... some kind of alchemical metal?"

While letting go of insignificant associations, Ina symbolically buttoned up a few buttons on her jacket.

She used a wooden hairpin to hold up her hair that was blocking her view, and then simply adjusted her clothes.

In the reflection of the full-length mirror, there was a graceful and elegant girl of a foreign race.

In response, Ina just smiled at herself in the mirror.

Then he pushed the door open and walked out.

Outside the door, a middle-aged swordsman with a full beard on his cheeks was leaning quietly against the wall of the corridor.

There was a brown-black scar on his face that extended from his right cheek to his chin.

Its existence illustrates how dangerous the experience its owner has encountered is.

"Good morning, Mr. Gunn."

Ina greeted the other party enthusiastically.

Gen is the third guard assigned by the guild to take turns on duty.

After all, he is the one protecting her, so Ina still hopes to have a good relationship with him.

"Good morning, Miss Ina, are you getting ready to go out?"

Gen took a cursory, limited look at the white-haired girl and asked.

Compared with his rough appearance, his attitude is not at all fierce and cruel.

The tone is casual, and the small details of his movements do not have the sharp ambiguity that men generally have towards women, nor the arrogance that belongs to bronze professionals.

——Of course, the latter was not manifested in the two guards who arrived one after another.

Is this something that is not surprising? Indeed, Mr. Gern and his colleagues are mostly powerful professionals...

Ina guessed in her heart, and then responded to Geen:

"Yes, I want to go to the barracks in the North District. Does Mr. Gunn need to be reorganized?"

"No, we made the corresponding preparations before taking up our post so that we can deal with any situation that may arise during the period."

Speaking of which, Gun even pulled up his coat to show Ina the half-covered hanging bag on his belt.

Several magic scrolls are being stored.

Each roll has an iron ring that is large enough for a finger to pass through. It is not difficult to guess that it is set up to facilitate pulling in chaos.

To be noticed by a mid-level bronze warrior, one must be a magician of at least the fourth rank.

Ina nodded without asking any more questions. Gun followed closely behind her and left the club together.