Half-elf Notebook

At the same time, Rick had already triggered the scroll, allowing the magic power to wrap around his entire body.

Unfortunately, the time was up and he only gave himself ten seconds to fight.

But I didn't expect to meet such a tough enemy, and I wanted to kill him so much.

To the point that he gave up the rationality in thinking and almost put himself in danger.

Now he has wasted his most powerful and most reliable backup.

If he doesn't leave now, he will face siege from more than ten orc leaders of the silver rank.

The chances of escape will be slim.

Rick slowly retreated towards the door and his body began to fade away.

Along with the breath, smell, and existence, they are slowly returning and moving closer to the darkness.

The gray pupils continued to stare fiercely at the orcs who were still on guard until they were completely assimilated into the surrounding environment.

"He's gone, a smart guy, but also a dangerous guy."

In the dark space where only the orc leader was left, a deep voice speaking in orcish suddenly appeared.

A tall figure, considered thin among the orcs, climbed onto the top of the door frame and crouched down to enter another side room that was broken into by the injured orc leader:

"You know him, Hound?"

he asked with a sneer.

"I have seen very few humans who can fight me to a draw."

The orc leader named Hound straightened his dislocated arm and said.

"Draw? Come on, look at your attitude, if the other party lets you use one hand, your chances of winning will not exceed 20%."

"This is the result of him not using any of the human race's gadgets and fighting you barehanded. Haha, you can actually say it's a draw."

The newly emerged orcs openly mocked the hounds.

Although there is a clear visual difference between the two bodies, his actual rank is one level higher than that of the hound.

"That was when we captured this city. It's not like you haven't seen the speed at which the human race's rank grows, Thin Wolf."

The Hound replied disdainfully.

"You should have killed him back then. He's already on the verge of becoming a tribal leader. Haha, maybe he'll be promoted in the next ten years and come back to kill us all openly."

Suddenly, a solid black shadow appeared in front of the two orcs for no reason, standing at the place where Rick disappeared:

"If that's the case, you should have held him back and eliminated the instability that could harm the tribe."

It was a black werewolf, similar in shape to a hound, but much stronger than the previous two.

The breath of war overflowed from him from time to time, like a high-temperature flame, distorting the air around him.

Its mere appearance made the surrounding environment a little more depressing.

"Didn't you hear what I said, Black Wolf?"

"Based on human rank, I am only a mid-level silver, and the monsters that just escaped, no, retreated, are also the top ones among the upper-level silvers."

"He also added some trinkets down there. If he wants to get rid of me and the injured hound, all he has to waste is a few more scrolls."

"It's not my character to go to great lengths to gain impossible military exploits. In a few months, the two leaders will arrive, and we can leave this matter to them."

"By the way, wasn't Yin Yue here with you? Where did he go?"

"His arm was cut off by the air blade, and part of his internal organs were ruptured. He is being treated by the priests who rushed over."

The black wolf stared at the thin wolf with its golden eyes. It turned around and left the room without saying a word.

The hound teased with some surprise:

"You seem to have a poor relationship with your kind."

"Not really. If you have a fellow tribesman who lives ten years less but is able to compete with you for the position of future leader, will you have a good relationship with him?"

The thin wolf shrugged very humanely.

…………

Two days later, in the morning, in the eastern district of Lei Shi City.

Ina changed into a standard hunting suit consisting of a shirt and a black leather coat in front of a full-length mirror in the guest room.

She used the flame-shaped hairpin to fasten her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail.

It seems quite heroic.

She stayed in the club all day yesterday. Besides meditating, she practiced spells in the practice field provided by the club.

But the results were minimal, which made her a little anxious, which was unusual for her.

The eagerness to make progress, wild thoughts and low mood are all problems that apprentice magicians have to deal with.

Every time a magician meditates, he actually amplifies his own emotions unconsciously and uncontrollably.

Mental power is simply the power of the mind.

It is the magician's unique bridge to magic.

When used as a "herding" magic, the long whip in the magician's hand is also the ship that carries the magicians.

If left alone without intervention or correction, the magician will develop subtle but profound personality traits over time.

For example, irritability, arrogance, aloofness, etc.

Just like ordinary people who have been in a low point for a long time, their personalities will become more or less extreme.

Ultimately, it will become an opportunity for backlash in the future.

Of course, they are not deadly.

But Ina still planned to go out.

Go find Shu Xi to engrave magic on the blessed weapon, buy magic potions, and check out the changes in the guild commission.

And more than half of the commission has been spent.

To be honest, she had never felt that gold coins would be so wasteful...

One thousand gold coins - even if she got rid of her status as a wanderer, she got to know some families with small savings in the city through school.

It is also an incredibly huge sum of money, enough for a family to live comfortably for decades.

…………

There are fewer guards patrolling the streets, and they no longer check pedestrians for weapons... What happened again?

Ina wondered as she walked along the busy streets, observing the completely different changes in order that had taken place two days apart.

The streets in the East District were noticeably less crowded than on the day of the parade.

More people still have to return to their original work, and the hunting celebration will last for a week.

But for most workers, all they have left is a day or two of rotation off, or celebrating this special holiday in a bar after get off work.

They all have families and lives to maintain.

Go straight along the street and turn left at the intersection.

Ina soon saw the building that looked like a large tavern, and its actual clientele was similar.

As soon as she stepped in, the noisy conversations and boasting quickly poured into her eardrums.

Ina could still smell the slight aroma of mixed alcohol in this semi-enclosed space.

She couldn't help but sigh at how correct the guild's decision was to set up a wine bar instead of drinks or desserts.