When the lightning and thunder on the canopy disappeared again in the dark clouds, the thugs who stood still seemed to have not yet come to terms with the sudden appearance of the "visitors".

"Kill me ......" The leading man had barely uttered a sentence when his left hand, which Zar threw from under his cloak, pierced his neck with a dagger. The distance between the two sides was too close, and Zal's movements were almost blurred in the rain, until their boss clutched the knife on his neck, blood gushed from his mouth, and collapsed, that the thugs roared in anger and picked up their weapons and attacked.

Trailing the trail of water, he flew back, several weapons grazing Zhal's cloak and smashing them down. Letting go of Grohl, the thugs no longer cared about the orc's life or death, and they stared at the backward figure and swarmed up. As soon as he landed on the ground, he moved forward again, and Zal's figure was stunned in the fine rain line, and he rushed back violently!

With a loud "bang", the thug who rushed to the front was kicked to the chest by Zal, and a puddle of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his body crashed through a broken rain mist and flew out of the crowd.

The figures in the rain curtain were entangled again, and almost at the moment of landing, the "Sishua" holding behind Zar had already slashed out a sword, and the dull blade of the sword tore open the chest cavity of a thug, and the splash of blood sprayed the guy next to him.

Several weapons that rolled up the rain fell, and Zal's right arm showed a layer of trembling muscle texture, clenching the long sword and swinging back, and in a low crash, the huge force of "Death Wish" shattered the thugs' attacks, and opened a line of space in front of him.

Picking up the right leg trapped in the mud, a black shadow like a steel whip with dripping muddy water, "snapped" and pumped on the side ribs of the left thug, and the sound of bone cracking sounded immediately, and the other party was also directly hit by this heavy blow and bowed his waist. But he didn't have a chance to get back on his feet. The angle between the cold dagger and his wrist grabbed his neck and slammed it back, sending a bloody arrow from the side of his face.

Holding "Annihilation" and "Sishua" in his hands, Zar unleashed his two weapons, and reflexively spun in place, his cloak spinning in the air and unfolding a black disc. The trails of water like wheels are scattered in all directions. But what was hidden underneath was a cold glow that brought out a pool of blood, and the two thugs were cut open in the ribcage before they even figured out how to block.

Arc-shaped traces of water were thrown out around Zal, turning from transparent to a faint scarlet. As he slashed his sword against the iron rod that had struck him above his head, the three bodies fell almost simultaneously and fell to the ground, smashing into a cloud of muddy sewage.

Pale lightning in the midst of it. The two weapons were pressed together, and the other seemed to have great confidence in his own strength, and Zar could see an almost mad grin on his rain-drenched face.

However, the battle is never a simple comparison of strength, just when the thug thought that he could suppress Zhal, the strength of the iron rod suddenly lightened, and Zar flipped his wrist and pressed the long sword against the iron rod, and then the blade sank. Don't look at each other's hands!

In an instant, the thug's face was covered with all the blood. After a thud, thick blood spurted out of the neat section of his wrist, and the "Sishua" who was brought to his side wrenched a pair of palms holding iron rods.

The thug screamed and stepped back, but Zar's attack returned, as the falling dagger and sword slammed into his chest and slammed into his chest. Zal propped up his knees and threw himself on. There was a loud "click", and blood mixed with rain threw a sky-high arc from the thug's shattered mouth, and flew upside down, a blur of flesh and blood on his chest.

One man, two weapons. Seven Lives...... Such a number stunned the last two thugs and stood in place. Lightning and thunder thundered in the dark sky, and they flinched, their swallowing throats seemingly unable to get moisture from the rain in their mouths.

They watched as the figure stood still in the rain, and the water droplets splashed down from the sky, falling on the weapon he was holding at his side, smashing a series of clanging trills that sounded extremely cold. Thunder exploded one after another, and the lightning that filled the sky seemed to shatter the darkness that pressed on the earth, coating everything with a layer of blinding white flames. In the paleness, they saw that his side was covered with corpses that had been washed and cooled in the rain, and there were droplets of water that had fallen to the ground, smashed up, and patches of crimson blood.

They flinched, their eyes filled with soul-freezing fear, and with almost no hesitation, the two of them turned around and ran towards an alley on the edge of the clearing.

Zal didn't move, just watched through the darkness under the hood, however, someone moved. Gavila, who was standing beside the half-elf, watched the two thugs who rushed to escape rush out, and in the rain curtain of light and shadow, her figure was like a tangent line diagonally hitting the ground, and the speed was getting faster and faster!

Just when the two sides were still separated by a distance of more than ten yards, Gavira suddenly rose into the sky, her delicate figure seemed to tear apart the darkness in the rainstorm, and disappeared in mid-air with a "poof"!

The sound behind him stimulated the nerves of the two thugs, and they looked back in horror to see a vague shadow obscuring the light from overhead. In their slowly dilated pupils, the shadow seemed to be burning, cracking, and becoming clearer and clearer!

Eventually, the shadows dissipated, and a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak emerged from the sky, silently like a ghost coming out of nowhere!

The next moment, the wood elf spun around violently in mid-air, and a dense round of water trails were carried by the cloak and swept around, but her flashing arms seemed to bring out something else!

The rain curtain in front of the wood elf was broken! More than a dozen "air daggers" outlined by the rain cut through the fine rain lines and struck down diagonally! "Puff puff puff!" With the sound of a piece of skin and fabric splitting, the two thugs were slashed out together with the blood sprayed in the air and splashed on the ground!

When the toes landed gently, and when the wood elf stood up straight, the rain curtain that had broken the line fell in front of her again!

The battle is over, and all sounds that are not natural are gone. Between heaven and earth, only light and darkness are intertwined. There was also the roaring sound of rain, the deafening thunder, the earth as if it was boiling, and three figures who had nothing to do with the battle, but were still standing in the field.

Zar took a deep breath and put away the "destruction" and "Sishua", what should come will always come, just like the rainstorm at the beginning, he headed towards the orcs. Walked over.

Grohl was on his back, gasping for air, he was tired, his body seemed to be soaked in rain, he could no longer be driven by his determination, he didn't know how long he would live—tortured like this, how long he would live.

As the rain fell on his cheeks, his mouth opened and closed with his teeth, and he couldn't even care about the battle that had just taken place. All he knew was. Those thugs are all dead, and they are saved, at least today, they should be able to survive safely, at least today......

Gradually, he heard footsteps walking towards him in the rain, and soon, looking straight into the zenith. A figure wearing a hooded cloak broke in. Threads of rain hung down from the sky, and he couldn't make out the man's face hidden under the hood.

A man is lying on the ground. Looking up, another person stood, looking down. After a long time, Zal's body sank, but before he could fully crouch on the ground, the orc's voice came out of the mud. "Thanks. Thank you...... In the name of the ancestors, I, I owe you a life......" His voice was hoarse, as if he didn't have the courage to thank himself.

Zal's body stiffened. But still crouched beside the orc, he didn't speak, just looked at each other through the darkness under the hood. The torrential rain grew heavier and heavier, and layers of rain curtains fluttered in the sky, refracting pale electric light, whistling, and smashing into the silent earth.

In silent staring, Zar gripped the edge of the hood, and slowly faded back right in front of the orc......

"Boom-!!"

The thunder that pierced the sky and the clouds swept away all the noise between heaven and earth, and in the lightning that was as bright as day, the orcs finally saw each other's faces clearly! The gray-blue eyes, the gray-blue eyes that seemed to be rolling mist, repeatedly entangled themselves in countless nightmares, until today, until now!

"It's you—!!" The orc's eyes changed, and a monstrous flame rose in his dark yellow pupils, burning as if it was enough to dry the rain from his eyes! He roared and pounced, his muddy palm slammed into Zhal's neck, and the two of them flew into the air together, slamming to the ground!

With a muffled thud, Zar was crushed to the ground by the force of the rage, and the rain and mud that smashed open exploded in all directions. The next moment, the orc clenched his fist and roared, hitting Zal on the cheek in the torrential rain!

"Bang bang bang!"

Soon, the splatters of blood were brought up from the orc's fists and thrown out!"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" he hissed, his voice shattered, as if to vent the humiliation that had happened to him, punch after punch......

The torrential rain poured down, and he clenched his fists and raised them above his head, dragging the bloodied Zal out of the rain!

Standing in the distance, Gavira gripped the dagger, but her movements were stopped by the half-elf's raised arm, and Cadius pursed her lips and shook her head resolutely.

At the moment when the fist fell, Zal's voice, extremely calm, came out of the blood-soaked mouth. "A battle, no matter ...... Regardless of the outcome, I don't regret it...... You, what about you?......" he asked softly, looking at the orc, hanging his head.

In an instant, the orc's body froze, his fists trembled, as if he had been put on the weight of a thousand pounds, and his eyes trembled, looking at Zal in the rain. Finally, he slammed Zal back to the ground, "Roar, roar, !!" roared, gathered all his strength, and smashed it down with one punch!

"Boom-!!"

The fierce fist slammed into the side of Zal's face, and the mud mixed with the rain was blasted around by the terrifying force, and the figure kneeling in the torrential rain froze and did not move.

"I don't regret it...... Warriors of Mother Earth, die on the battlefield, and I will never regret it!" he said, letting go of Zar's neck and struggling to get up, but he was torn by the sharp pain from his lame leg and staggered back to the ground. But sooner, the orc stubbornly rolled over, as if to prove something, crawling in the torrential rain and mud, crawling little by little, looking up at his dilapidated hut, and crawling with difficulty.

The rain whipped his back, the tense and relaxed muscle textures intertwined with his torso, and the hideous sound of clenching his gums exploded low from his nostrils!

Behind him, Zar stood up from the muddy water, his cheeks and the corners of his mouth broken, but he didn't even want to wipe it, so he walked over to the orc again, and crouched down beside the orc again. Reaching out, he grabbed his shoulder.

"Get out!"

With a thud, the orc roared and slapped his backhand into Zal's face, slamming his head and blood flicking from his long soaked hair. However, Zar did not let go, but slowly turned his head back and looked into the orc's eyes steadily.

"Get out of here!"

Again, the corner of Zal's eye was pulled open by the chain on the orc's wrist, and blood ran down his eyebrow bone, staining half of his cheek red. However, Zhar's palm on the orc's shoulder tightened.

"I don't need your pity! Get out of here—!!"

"Bang!"

A trail of blood was thrown off Zal's face, and when he turned his head again, he looked into the eyes of the orcs in the rain and said, "Fight, fight enough, I'll help you heal your leg ......"

"Get out!" Grohl yelled, grabbed Zal by the collar with his backhand, and jerked him in front of him, "Say it again, get out of here!

Struggling to get up, Zar didn't say a word, and again, grabbed the orc's shoulder.

"I'll kill you!" Grohl roared, slamming his fist into Zal's head!

A moment later, the orc's fist stopped at the side of Zal's face, but Zal's palm was still tightly clinging, motionless. "Why! Why save me—Why !!?" the orc asked, grabbing Zar's collar and clutching it tightly, over and over again, as if not just asking Zar, but more asking himself.

"You have said that in your race, soul healers are revered beings. and a haughty soul in our kingdom should not fall into such a field......"

Zal's voice paused in the rain. "More importantly, I have never regretted fighting with you and me. "But someone saved me when I could only crawl forward with my hands." I think someone should save you......"

Zal's voice was soft, not worth mentioning in the roar of the rain. The orc listened, closed his mouth with difficulty, turned his head sharply, and after crawling forward a few steps further, roared, arched his back, trembled, and smashed his fists into the muddy water.

His roar was hoarse and desolate, echoing through the torrential rain until it was hoarse, until it was no longer sustainable...... (To be continued.) )