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You reach out and touch Coco's shoulder armor with your fingertips, but it's too slippery to grab it. I watched a fainting canine-eared girl be swallowed up by the torrent and disappear into the distance on a rainy night.

There was no time to worry about whether she would drown, and the next guy who was rushed over also approached at high speed. It's the female orc in "Elk Stalker". Stronger than she was also knocked unconscious by the torrential rain that fell down, this was a complete disaster. You lean out as far as you can, stretch your arms out, and pull at her cloak with all your might, but you are almost dragged into the flood as well.

It's so heavy, you pull the orc to your side and put it on the shaft of your spear.

It's just such a short time, and two more people are washed away from you, and you can't do anything about it...... Only one can be saved.

Soon, the waist-high rapids quickly subsided, and after a few seconds, the water dropped to your knees. It was as if the gods had poured a big basin of water, coming and going quickly.

"Ahem...... uh?" The orc snapped his eyes open and looked up, his eyes temporarily unfocused, "What's wrong?"

You didn't answer her. Because the flood water is rapidly receding, you are surprised to find that you have Annette hanging from your already numb legs. She's fainted, too, and she's been soaking in the raging rapids and clutching your pants with both hands—you thought there was some rubble in the water, and a broken beam was hooking your pants.

She stopped breathing!

But there is still a faint heartbeat!

You immediately drag her to a high place, press on her chest, and do artificial respiration. If she hadn't been holding on to you, she wouldn't have drowned in the waist-high flood. Is she crazy?

"Vomit...... Ahem, ahem!" Annette spat out a lot of water in her mouth, curled up sideways, and finally came back to life. When she opens her eyes, her first instinct is to look for you, but even if she does, you can't be sure if she can really recognize who is who.

The orc coughed, leaned against the wall and stood up, looking fine. Annette was helped up by you, with a misty expression: "...... Master, what's going on?"

You're not sure, but you just know that the torrential rain that lasts for more than ten seconds and then slams it down in one fell swoop is more terrifying than standing at the bottom of a waterfall. The scope of the spread is wide, covering the whole town of Wuxiang Bay.

"It must be God's punishment...... This is the wrath of the heavens!Last Friday, the Poseidon festival was destroyed, and the Poseidon was furious!" The orc said these words with a serious face.

It's not absurd that there is wrath in this world, but you don't think so.

If I had to say it, it was more like a man-made disaster than a natural disaster. However, the "Hedavir Arcane Society" has withdrawn from the fighting, and even if Viscount Bolts himself hires other archmages, a spell of this scale is by no means capable of a few masters. Man is man, and heaven is heaven.

The torrent drops to ankle height again, violently scouring the streets with rubble.

The visual distance dropped back to thirty meters again, and the lightning in the distance resembled a forest growing upside down in the sky.

You don't have even half an inch of dry space on you, take off your cloak and throw it to the wind.

Before you know it, you're at the forefront of the entire rebel army.

He patted the orc's broad, solid back, urging her to keep going. A premonition arose: the monstrous waves that fell from the sky would reappear, far more than once. The houses in the civilian areas near the guild are relatively simple, and they can't resist the bombardment of such a torrent, and the rubble and broken wood will be rampaging on the road, which is very deadly. Move forward as soon as possible, get out of the poor neighborhood, and get closer to the black street, the more sturdy houses there are, the safer it is.

You're walking briskly when the orc suddenly veers off course, turns around and stabs a market guard stunned by the rain with his sword.

What is she doing, she doesn't leave quickly, but she is here to finish up the knife.

"Every enemy who is still gasping for breath has the potential to stab us in the back. The orcs took a few steps diagonally forward, raising their swords and stabbing another immobile market guard under the wood, "They have come with the determination to kill us, and they should be prepared to be killed." At least ......"

She charged forward, sword in hand, splitting the market guard who had just stood up and coughing violently, as if the rain under her feet was not bright red enough. "At least I did it. ”

Indescribable circumstances.

At the dawn of thunderstorms, there was a little white of dying fish belly in the eastern sky. The streets of the once neat houses are now half in ruins like a typhoon in the blink of an eye. Every time lightning swept through the sky, more and more people in the darkness of the night, either bending over their knees or standing on their backs, kneeling in front of the rubble, crying or cried, or clutching their smashed foreheads like zombies, slowly and aimlessly, and it became more and more difficult to distinguish which figure was the market guard and which figure was the innocent who had just woken up from their sleep and were in hell. The rain that washes over your body is bleak and cold.

Perhaps, the field of vision is limited...... There are also benefits......

The orcs swung their two-handed swords in front of them to fight their way through. Until now, you haven't seen any companions behind or on either side, but there are more and more enemies, and you're basically back in a fighting state. When the half-orc was killed, killed, and killed, he swung his sword and slashed at the seventh market guard, who had already woken up from his fainting, and raised his sword to resist while calling for help to his companions, and after falling to the ground, not only did not escape, but also raised a handful of muddy water and splashed it on the face of the half-orc, actively fighting back.

I can't open my eyes,

But it didn't prevent the orc from bowing his head to avoid the long sword and slashing the opponent in two. There is a specialty called blind fighting.

You look up from time to time to observe.

"Master, is Leia still there?"

I touched the neckline of my robe, and the little guy was still there. She will definitely not be able to fly in this kind of storm, once she falls from your arms, she will either drown or be trampled to death, so she has been carefully guarded.

There were no drowned people around, at least you didn't see along the way. The flood came and went as fast as it came, and probably Coco and the others would be fine, unless someone was like Annette who was stuck in the water and didn't let go of something. This belongs to the group that would rather drown than get out of the line.

Suddenly, the orc smiled fiercely,

Because five or six enemies appeared ahead. The guy with the long stick in the center yelled "Kill them!" and pounced on two shield-wielding and one spear-wielding enemy, as well as two guys shooting arrows as they moved forward. You raise your force field shield, and Annette throws out a magic missile.

What does the onomatopoeia "poof" conjure up with you? A broken cake or a drop of cream on the table?

The orc leaped to his feet, bent his body into a reverse shrimp in the air, and then smashed the greatsword in his hand with all his strength. Humans, shields, armor, bones, flesh, and stagnant water and stone pavements all became sparse in an instant! A thousand sounds finally converged into a creepy "poof", and there was no humanoid object in this world.

"Die!" The orc knocked down the second person with his shoulder, swung his sword and slashed the round shield in the third person's hand, laughing wildly, "It's all dead haha!"

Completely unable to comprehend what had touched her excitement, her expression had changed from her usual solemn and gloomy to ecstasy, and her eyes flashed with passion and piety. The rain continued to fall, setting off a dance of blood flowers in which pilgrims offered sacrifices to the god of war.

Laughing duet – you faintly hear the red-haired Octavia's laughter not far to the right, accompanied by the roaring fire under the torrential rain, making it hard to imagine how a fire of this magnitude could be lit in the rain?

Laughing trio – you faintly hear Scarlett's laughter on the left, which eventually merges with the wails of the crowd to make a symphony!

You've messed with the wrong people, Viscount Polz is too powerful.

He also messed with the wrong people, the embodiment of trouble.

When! The metal clashed, and the long stick stopped the dancing greatsword. The force of the impact shook off the enemy's hood, revealing short round hair. The expression here is hideous and ecstatic, and there seems to be a chess opponent at all, and the physical gap does not prevent the two sides from wrestling with each other at all!

Turning the long stick slightly, the end hit the orc's flank but not even stiffening; raised his knees and jaws, and was bent down by the enemy to avoid or even go around behind him; swept his legs straight to his knees, and the orcs stretched out their legs to actively resist with their leg guards. The cloth shoe kicked against the metal leggings, emitting a faint glow. This guy with a stick is a high-ranking warrior monk.

You shout: Don't rush into a rage!

Arrange.

Maybe it was because the instructor in the front row was well trained, and the orc actually shook his whole body after hearing it, and regained some calm, otherwise he would have gone berserk soon. This is not a heads-up, not a small battle of adventurous missions, and you can rest afterwards, but a long war against a total of thousands of market guards, nearly a thousand underworld forces, and hundreds of underworld masters. Isn't it self-defeating to start the rage early now?

You raise your sword to fend off the market guards who pounce on you, and suddenly you find that the enemy level has become uneven. Heavy rain, all wearing cloaks and hoods, it's hard to tell who's from which, but it's definitely not just the market guards who are fighting.

Annette uses a magic missile to support, but it doesn't have much effect on the longstick monk, and although she is injured, the true qi wrapped around her body is very effective against force field-type spell damage.

The warrior monk has repeatedly looked for opportunities to find trouble for you and Annette, because of the profession of each other. The half-orc never let him go, as long as the other party dares to forcibly leave the battle to find the two of you, it will immediately trigger an attack to ensure that there is one more wound on the back of the warrior monk!

Suddenly!

A high-ranking assassin with his hood pressed and pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, mingling with the miscellaneous soldiers, stabbed you in the left rib at an unfathomable angle!

Intense pain!

It just so happened that you were going to jump up a little and slash the market guard in front of you, causing the knife that was supposed to take you straight to the heart to be slightly lower and shallow.

Thinking that he could succeed in one blow, the assassin hesitated for a moment.

He tilted his head to dodge your swinging staff, then his ears were slashed by your +1 short sword, a Terran, and then he was hit in the chest by a short musket from Annette and flew away. The leather armor could not stop the direct attack of the musket at very close range, and he lay in the water twitching slightly, and never got up again.

"Master, is it poisonous?"

You shake your head, it doesn't feel like it. Such a heavy rain, you are a sudden surprise attack, if the assassin's dagger is poisoned a few days in advance, the effect is already very weak, and you can't afford to resist the rain from washing like this.

Annette crouches down to examine your wound – it's not deep, and it's slowly healing on its own.

She looked at a sturdy house next to her: "Master, let's hide there and deal with the wounds first, maybe the poison is chronic!" This was said, and even Annette herself did not believe that the dagger used by the assassin in war would be slow poisoned. But there is a "what if" in everything, and she can't bear this "what if".

You glance up, cover your wound, and nod.

Just about to shout to the orcs to stop fighting, they retreated into the house first, only to find that she was already surrounded by groups!

Don't hesitate, you have to save her! Once such a burly meat shield falls, it will be your turn and Annette's turn.

The situation is very urgent!

A, the long-stick warrior monk slammed a straight fist into the orc's abdomen, making a terrifying sound like a water bag being crushed. This guy is quite of a high rank. (Difficulty 7)

B, appears to be an assassin. It's like super glue, no matter how the orc moves, he clings to his back, stabbing the back with a dagger again and again, and if the orc is not a barbarian, I'm afraid he would have died from backstabbing several times. (Difficulty 6)

C, in terms of strength alone, is not inferior to the tall bald guy of the orc, wielding a long-handled war hammer and smashing majestically. Even if you choose to look at it, you can be sure that the hands of the orcs holding the giant sword have long been numb. (Difficulty 5)

D, not a single accidental injury, from just now hiding in the distance to shoot arrows in the market guard is quite good, from the gap between his own people into the half-orcs non-vital place at least four arrows. (Difficulty 4)

E, who doesn't seem to be of a very high level, but is very good at using a shield to protect the market, and in the master's hand, she finds an opportunity to use the shield push to disturb the balance of the orc, and the shield hits her elbow to offset the trajectory of the giant sword, actively doing field control. (Difficulty 3)

You're a bit far away from the orcs, and now is not the time to save spell slots.

You deal with one, and the second one is solved by Annette casting spells. If they miss, the orcs will die.