The wound on the broken wrist stopped bleeding, and Mr. Knight, who Violet was watching, was still swallowing bottle after bottle of holy water of life, when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the intersection of the alley, the footsteps were very dense, and it seemed that there were not a few comers, and she quickly remembered the murderous mob-

The girl's face turned pale, and Mr. Knight, who was slumped in the corner, raised his head, then reached out and pointed to the side—

Next to it is a garbage heap.

The girl's eyes widened, and she looked at Mr. Knight without saying anything, just shaking her head desperately - it was too much to let a girl who was accustomed to neatness and cleanliness into the garbage heap, but it was the best response right now.

The recovery effect of the Holy Water of Life is in an uphill tug-of-war with the Origin Collapse posture -

Not only is the debuff of the Origin Origin consuming his HP, but the blood flowing from the countless wounds on his body is also taking away his life force, after drinking the Holy Water of Life, Gross felt a numb and itchy feeling from the skin all over his body, he knew that this was the muscles and skin were growing and healing, and the blood loss was gradually weakening, and after a few minutes, all the subtle wounds had completely healed-

The rate of health loss was fixed, and finally, the recovery effect of the Holy Water of Life gradually began to gain the upper hand in this battle.

The bright green subtitles beat little by little, and at this time, he also waited for the owner of this burst of footsteps - it was a group of men dressed as mercenaries, but looking at their fierce faces, they must not be good people.

It's just that Gross doesn't have much extra mind to teach these things a lesson at the moment - he glanced up, and continued to swallow holy water while observing his character's state.

And then everything happened so suddenly—

Gross lost his sword, but he got the Blue Knight Hayden Relgar's Soul Reaver's Scythe, although this epic weapon can't be officially used yet, but in terms of the material and sharpness of the weapon itself, it is completely enough to cut people, especially these low-level mercenaries with low strength-

Compared to the average standard longsword, the Soul Reaver Scythe is closer to a large killing weapon on top of a battle array, it has a long handle and a wide curved blade, and it only needs to swing it casually, it can inflict massive damage on enemies in a large circle in front of it-

Undoubtedly, this characteristic of it was very much in line with the situation at hand, and when the thugs swung their swords at him, he swung his Soul Reaver to make a very large defensive block—

The Steel Heart Flow Warrior's [Sword Qi Slash] was activated instantly, and the next thing was a sword qi slash emitted with the wide scythe blade of the Soul Snatching Scythe!

At the current level of strength of the awakened mid-level of Gross, even if his attributes are reduced by half due to his weak state, it has caused a complete crushing situation for these low-level mercenaries who are generally employed at the middle and low levels-

With a single stab, all the mercenaries had lost their heads, and even a few bits of warm blood fell on Gross's face.

It's just that swinging this heavy weapon touched his wound, and the fragile skin that had just healed under the action of the Holy Water of Life burst out again, and he put down the Soul Reaver Scythe and sat limply in the corner—

After this shot, he could barely move a finger, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl sitting quietly beside him, and then, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't know anything.

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Violet turned her head sideways, staring at the young man who had fallen on her shoulder, and had to admit that Gross's body was so heavy that the girl seemed to be crushed by a huge rock—

The girl tried to struggle to get up at first, but when she saw the man's head almost hit the ground, she couldn't bear to lift Gross's upper body—

Civilians in the market often describe drunk men as heavy as dead dogs, Violet original h2