Half-elf Notebook

"Run! Go find the team of elite warriors and gather together!"

The leader orc roared at the remaining orcs who were still sitting there.

The boss's sudden attack startled the three orcs, causing them to subconsciously jump up and grab their weapons.

They turned their heads in confusion until their sight caught the human walking slowly towards them.

He was fairly strong.

But compared to any other orc, he is only short.

He was wearing a normal, even somewhat thin, half-buttoned robe coat, and there was no armor anywhere that could be seen.

The only weapon he had was a sword, and its owner didn't seem to have any intention of drawing it.

A man is like a lost traveler who is unaware of the danger.

Seeing this situation, the orcs' vigilance immediately dissipated.

They walked towards the man with weapons in hand, sneering at the poor prey, not taking their boss's words to heart at all.

The three orcs naturally respected the orc who was in the lead.

Otherwise, they would not react immediately when the boss gave a warning.

But the weakness displayed by the man, without any sign of fighting, was very real.

As a result, the orcs did not give up their dignity and followed instructions to escape at the first moment.

On the contrary, it reinforces the idea that men are just prey.

Just like a gambler who just sits down at the gambling table and is hoping for a lucky win.

They also always trust their own judgment.

"Idiot! Didn't you notice the abnormality of its smell? How could an ordinary human being hide it from our noses..."

The orc leader's roar was too late.

The silver-white sword curtain slashed out like a scorching sun, cutting off everything in its reach like the darkness at dawn.

Even though he knew his accomplices were beyond saving, the orcs did not dare to turn around and run away.

He knew that if he showed his back for even a moment, he would be slashed.

His instinct was strange, but it told him for sure that he would never be able to withstand the man's attack at that time.

So, the orcs did nothing, not even a step back because of the death of their companions.

The man was still unhurried, just as he had just appeared.

The only difference was that he was holding the one-handed sword that should have been tied at his waist.

The fighting gradually dissipated and returned to peace.

Three scarlet flowers made of a mixture of meat, liver, and blood blossomed behind him.

Even under the scorching sun at noon, it is hard not to feel terrified.

In a few blinks of an eye, he was already standing on the other side of the fire, facing the orc more than ten meters away.

The orc had already seen the face of the person who came... no, with his rank, he could already remember the man's face as soon as he appeared.

However, this time the orcs finally understood the source of the danger.

Those grey eyes, and the anger buried deep beneath them, frozen into ice.

If Rick had not had no intention of suppressing himself, as a mere mid-level bronze-level orc warrior, there would be no way he would have reacted to his appearance at all.

In a second, the only sound of Rick's footsteps disappeared.

All the orc leader could hear were the chirping of birds and insects, the sound of firewood popping in the fire, and his own heavy breathing.

The next second, a black shadow suddenly occupied most of the orc's vision.

In an instant, Rick crossed the distance between the two and arrived in front of the orc.

Even patrolling birds of prey cannot match its speed.

The orc subconsciously raised his hand to block, but unfortunately he couldn't keep up with Rick's sword.

The swirling and flickering silver-white sword shadow was reflected in the beast's pupils, and the battle axe that was supposed to be wielding the sharp blade fell uncontrollably under his gaze.

The orc knew that his forearm had been cut off by the blow.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked directly into those gray eyes for the first time.

Then, he fell heavily to the ground.

The orc could feel his life slipping away rapidly, but having lost control of his right arm and his entire lower body, he was powerless to do anything about it.

The heaving of his upper torso began to decrease until it finally stopped altogether.

Rick retracted the sword, and with a slight click, everything came to an end, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

He walked indifferently around the corpse with blood gushing out, and disappeared again in the dense jungle.

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The residential area of ​​the sub-city of Blackstone Fortress in the Earldom of Kersroy.

Since the fall of the fortress, the sacked city has been deserted.

The tenacious long grass began to grow wildly in it, becoming part of the city.

The burned houses collapsed into ruins.

The collapsed ruins even covered and blocked off many streets.

The clogged ditches have lost their original function and rainwater gathers in them, forming pools that are difficult to dry up.

If you look carefully and lift one or two stones, the white bones are not so rare.

In this deserted city, most of the valuable things have been taken away.

There was no extra food except bugs and rats.

The place was so barren that even the orc troops that conquered this place only left a few warriors to garrison inside the fortress.

But even so, Rick still remained vigilant enough.

He was considered tall and strong among ordinary people, but he stuck to the broken wall, sometimes running fast, sometimes climbing over, and occasionally hanging on the wall.

Relying on the force of fighting breath and the ultimate control of muscles, he was like a nimble and swift leopard, shuttling silently under the sheltered eaves.

As warriors, orcs generally have high corresponding ranks.

Relying on the height of the fortress, they can overlook most of the secondary city without the use of metal equipment such as telescopes.

But that doesn't mean they can notice every shadow underneath.

Combined with the magic power armament, the smell emanating from the body was eliminated.

Even if you are really unlucky, you might run into a silver-level elite orc warrior on patrol.

Rick can also choose not to expose himself to the other party's sight.

Everything around him was very different from when he left, but it was not a hindrance for him who was familiar with the city.

This isn't the first time he's come back here.

A few minutes after entering the city, Rick stopped for the first time.

It was a townhouse that was no different from any other, with the same structure, having also experienced the burning of a fire, and becoming a corner of desolate ruins.

The partition floor between the first and second floors, and the dozen or so wooden columns that fit in between and served as support and load-bearing structures, were all burned to ashes.

Most of the main body of the house has collapsed.

The sunlight shone through the huge gap in the ceiling, almost illuminating the house, which was very similar to the one Rick owned in Lei Shi City.

And under the other half that has not collapsed, a jade-white marble cross stands quietly.