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Chapter 51 The first drop of blood
Drake led a mid-level swordsman in a charge, while another mid-level swordsman immediately returned to defend, attacking Hill who had broken into the formation.

Marcus held his shield in front of him, but he was no match for Drake's charge.

With its body enhanced by battle aura, the impact force is far beyond what a lower-level warrior can withstand.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Marcus felt as if he were wrestling with a rhinoceros. He was thrown back, shield and all, his head spinning.

Gak then faced the intermediate swordsman head-on.

He roared and swung his broadsword down vertically. His height of 2.2 meters, combined with his superhuman strength, made this strike incredibly powerful!

But the opponent did not dodge at all, and actually met the vertical slash with an upward thrust.

Gak was shocked. The handle of his broadsword had been sliced ​​open by the opponent's longsword!
The bluish-white battle aura swirling around the sword blade directly destroyed the thick axe handle.

The iron axe fell to the ground; Gak's attack missed, leaving him with only a bare wooden handle.

The swordsman twisted his wrist again, and the blade spun sharply downwards, turning the upward slash into a diagonal cut!

If this strike lands squarely, it could sever Gak's entire right arm at the root!

At the critical moment, Gak, relying on his keen combat instincts, suddenly retreated.

But the longsword still left a deep wound on his body, slashing from his right shoulder all the way to his chest, tearing flesh apart.

Fresh blood gushed out, soaking the breastplate and clothing.

Gak fell backward.

"Get away!!"

Gray roared as he charged from the side, thrusting forward with a fierce, almost desperate, momentum, barely managing to force back the swordsman who was preparing to press his advantage.

The swordsman took a few steps back, a disdainful expression on his face, and his fighting spirit once again enveloped his blade, preparing to launch his next attack.

"Tch, you two think you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent bolt of lightning tore through the air.

"boom!!!"

Vales' Thunder Arrow arrived just in time and hit its mark!
The terrifying destructive force blasted a large hole in the swordsman's chest, destroying his lungs and heart along with it.

The intermediate swordsman died on the spot!

On the other side, after Drake knocked Marcus away, he didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He kept slashing down with his sword, trying to cut Marcus in two.

Marcus had no chance to get up and stand firm; he could only roll around on the ground in a sorry state to avoid Drake's swings, living in constant danger.

However, a dazzling blue light suddenly shot out from the side!
Drake instinctively raised his shield to block, but the light contained extremely strong magic, which shattered Drake's left arm along with the shield!
"boom!!!"

The violent explosion engulfed half of Drake's body. He collapsed to the ground, clutching the gaping hole in his severed limb, howling madly.

"Ugh!!!"

What is that?! It has such terrifying destructive power!
Drake turned his head in horror and discovered that it was actually Zellir's magic!
The arrows from the two rangers just now grazed Zelil's arm and his calf, respectively.

Fortunately, none of the attacks hit vital points, and Zellir was still able to cast spells and participate in the battle.

At this moment, Zelier's gaze turned icy, and magic once again condensed at the tip of the ash wood.

"Drake, die...!"

Before he could even utter a word of pleading, an invisible wind blade had already flashed past.

Drake's head spun a few times in the air before landing.

The final battlefield was between Hill and that intermediate swordsman.

Assassins have a natural advantage in surprise attacks, but when it comes to a face-to-face, real fight, they are definitely inferior to warriors.

The swordsman was generally stronger than the assassin, whose attacks were extremely fierce, like a storm.

Hill could only dodge with her agile movements, and for a time she was unable to fight back.

But suddenly a surge of magical power erupted from above!
External interference slowed down the swordsman's movements.

Although the time was short, it was enough to decide life or death for an assassin of Hill's caliber.

She lunged forward, dodging the longsword's slash, but still aimed her dagger at the other man's neck.

"Pfft...!" This thrust, amplified by Hill's battle aura, possessed immense penetrating power, instantly piercing the opponent's throat bone!

Blood spurted out, the intermediate swordsman's eyes widened, he collapsed to the ground, and soon lost his life.

From the start to the end of the battle, which lasted no more than a minute, six corpses had already appeared in the forest clearing.

Zellir put down the ash wood, breathing heavily.

The heavy pressure spell he had just cast had drained his last bit of magic power, and waves of extreme weakness washed over him from the depths of his soul.

Zell looked down at his hands.

It's very stable, with no shaking.

I didn't feel nauseous or want to vomit.

His performance in his first murder... was not bad.

However, a sharp pain soon followed in my calf.

Zellir was in a state of excitement during the battle and hadn't reacted yet.

The stinging sensation was now pounding against his nerves, causing Zelil to gasp and hiss.

"Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?!"

Vales then snapped out of his daze and realized that his actions had been entirely instinctive.

He glared at Hill and snapped, "Going through with your professional habit? You won't feel good until you've got a knife to your throat?"

"These guys were the ones who tried to kill us first. Should we just let them go?"

Hill kicked the corpse on the ground nonchalantly. "Are you sure they won't launch a counterattack? Of course, we should strike first while we have the upper hand."

"All right!"

Marcus struggled to his feet and stopped the fight, saying, "Let's treat everyone's injuries first!"

Gak was the most seriously injured in the squad. The sword wound stretched from his chest to his right shoulder, causing a lot of bleeding. He needed immediate emergency treatment.

Then it was Zeliel's turn; one arrow grazed his left arm, and another grazed his calf.

However, the wound on his calf was obviously more serious, having cut several centimeters into the flesh and was bleeding.

"Lie still and don't move."

Hill pressed down on Zellir's chest, then slashed open the cuff of Zellir's injured leg.

The barbs of the arrow tore through the surface skin, exposing flesh and blood, making it a truly frightening sight.

Hill examined it carefully.

The blood was bright red and did not exhibit any abnormal purplish-green color.

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You're lucky; you weren't hit directly, and the arrowhead wasn't poisoned."

"I've always been very lucky," Zellier forced a smile.

There's no special treatment for this kind of skin wound; you just need to disinfect the wound, stop the bleeding, and then wrap it with clean cloth.

Hill is very skilled at this.

Now Zellier is finally experiencing the feeling of Gray being doused with firethroat liquor.

The cold liquid was poured onto the wound, and for the first half second, Zellier didn't feel anything.

However, very soon, a sharp pain, as if pierced by a steel needle, struck.

The burning sensation from the alcohol caused his body to convulse uncontrollably. Zellier made a suppressed sound in his throat, trying his best to hold back from crying out, and clenched his fists tightly.

The disinfection process only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Zellier. Only after the stinging sensation subsided slightly was he finally able to control his breathing.

Zellier was panting heavily; the back of his clothes was completely soaked and clung tightly to his skin.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! Bonus chapter added—

　　
　
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