Half-elf Notebook

Rick took a look and frowned.

William seemed to have noticed Rick's gaze, and he waved his hand holding the cigarette and explained lightly:

"No, it's not that kind of stuff. I just mixed some magical materials into the cigarette, the blood of the green blood python. You should be familiar with it."

"Once it is ignited, it will emit a gas with a certain amount of anesthetic and trace magical power."

"Ordinary people cannot take too much into their bodies, as they will be burned by the magic power. However, for magicians and professionals, it is a good method of anesthesia."

“It’s important that it doesn’t overpower the flavor of the tobaccos, it just gives them a slightly different flavor.”

William said, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to Rick:

"Mr. Lake, would you like one?"

"Even if you're extremely resistant to most things, these can still have some analgesic effect."

"No, being slow won't help in the battle later. The orcs haven't retreated yet."

"I can still bear this kind of pain."

Rick declined the cigarette and then asked:

"How's the situation in the East District?"

If the situation is not good, he will go to help after trying his best to stabilize the situation.

The good news is that the silver rank is not like roadside mushrooms that can be found at random.

At least on this battlefield, Rick didn't sense anyone else.

William smiled awkwardly and stuffed the cigarette back into his blood-stained pocket.

Now he can no longer help in the battle.

Although the anesthesia had not yet taken effect, he was completely relieved. At this moment, he was like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme and suddenly released, and he could no longer muster any strength.

Only 10% of the magic power remains.

At this time, even two lower-level bronze orcs could beat him to pieces.

It straightened its face and told Rick what it knew:

"There should be two silver-level orc generals attacking the east district. Commander Naiheil is leading four hundred guards on duty on the city walls and one thousand reinforcements to fight them."

"President Shu Xi and Vice President Shu Xi have also arrived at the scene."

"An orc general and an orc troop went around to the southern area. Unfortunately, I was unable to stop them..."

William was quite frustrated about this.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on him.

Although there is no such thing as being absolutely invincible between opponents of different levels.

But when it expands to a larger level, the gap in the upper limits of the two sides' abilities will become desperate and out of reach.

Especially since the opponent is an orc who crawled out from the pile of corpses of his own kind and is known as a natural hunter.

At least without the help of magic items and magic weapons of the same level, even for William who can use magic, the difference is just an instant kill or a delay of a few minutes.

William's deliberate letting of the black wolf and some orc warriors was actually a wise move.

At least they held back an orc force that was of similar or even greater number than their own.

Soldiers can rely on their expertise in shield formation rotation to resist wave after wave of orc attacks, and use long-range weapons and artillery to launch attrition counterattacks.

This decision greatly curbed the spread of the disaster and prevented the main defenders in the East District from being attacked from both sides.

In small-scale battles, defeating the strong with the weak is a result of the combination of multiple factors such as strategy, timing, opponent's decision-making and the surrounding environment. Such miracles are not common.

The strong will always be strong, this is the norm on the battlefield.

As the weaker side, William was able to rely on tactical decisions to incur similar casualties to the enemy and achieve certain strategic goals, which was already a good result in the use of tactics.

But William couldn't let it go.

This would have been the case with any soldier who volunteered to step onto the city walls.

Because not far below... is their or their neighbors' home.

"They are starting to retreat..."

Rick, who was just about to leave, suddenly said something out of the blue.

This caused the two soldiers who were approaching to be the guard to be stunned, and their eyes revealed suspicion and confusion.

Orcs and soldiers were still fighting on the city roads, and people were bleeding every minute.

But no one dared to question Rick's judgment.

The image of him slaying orcs like a powerful knight in the legend is still etched in everyone's mind.

At this time, Rick had already taken off into the air again and leaped towards other battlefields where the battle was still going on.

Did they realize that their generals had been dealt with by Mr. Lake, or did the East Wall achieve a decisive victory, forcing the main orc force to retreat?

While everyone was still looking at each other in bewilderment, William, who had completed the emergency response, slowly came to the edge of the city wall, and while looking outside the city, he was thinking.

His perception was far inferior to Rick's, but he always knew how to observe the battlefield on the city wall.

For example, the "air prism" hanging in the sky.

"Deputy Legion Commander!"

A soldier saw William, who was covered in wounds, exposing himself outside the pile of stones without any precautions.

He quickly held the shield in front of his deputy legion commander to prevent him from being hurt by the flying arrows.

But then the soldiers soon discovered that the stones falling from the sky and the arrows shot from the city had stopped for a long time.

Orcs are dumb when it comes to siege tactics, but not stupid when it comes to combat.

He would not aim his arrows where they might hit his colleagues.

With extraordinary strength and almost innate hunting skills.

They could accurately throw stones and arrows onto the heads of soldiers who were also using bows and arrows, or nail them into the heads of defenders who were using crossbows and loading cannons to prevent them from climbing the wall.

And now those attacks have stopped.

Even if such a tempting target appears and seems easy to obtain.

The soldier followed William's gaze downwards.

Within 200 meters below the city wall, there was no orc warrior using a bow and arrow, nor any slinger.

As for catapults and artillery? Orcs don't have these when attacking a city.

All that remained was the bare grass and mud under the city wall after being cut down, and a hundred or so orcs retreating further away.

Immediately afterwards, many orcs leaped down from the city wall.

As they fell, they kept pulling at the iron or wooden spears nailed along the outer wall to cushion their fall.

During this process, many orcs were hit by arrows fired by the defending archers and fell to the ground.

He was shot and turned into a hedgehog during the retreat.

The cannons were still firing, and the cast iron shells fell among the fleeing orcs, crushing them into minced meat the moment they were hit. Most of those that were blown away were unable to get up again.

The orc troops, who had already suffered many casualties in the fighting on the city wall, were now completely routed.

There was no doubt that this was a retreat, in the unique orcish way.

Just as the departed Instructor Rick said.

And when the last orc warrior was pierced by the spears of seven or eight soldiers and pushed off the city wall.

The city defense battle in the southern district was officially declared over.