Chapter 259: Grab Chapter 284B: The Heaven Collapses and the Sea Reverses (3)

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 259 Grab Chapter 28.4-B: The Heaven Collapses and the Sea Reverses (3)

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You stretched out your hand and your fingertips touched Coco's shoulder armor, but you couldn't grab it because it was too slippery. You watched helplessly as a fainting Dog-eared girl was swallowed up by the torrent and disappeared into the distance in the rainy night.

Before she had time to worry about whether she would drown, the next guy who was rushed towards her also approached at high speed. It was the female half-orc from "Elk Stalker". Even though she was so strong, she was knocked unconscious by the sudden rainstorm.

It was a natural disaster. You leaned out as far as possible and stretched out your arms! You tried your best to grab her cloak, but you were almost dragged into the flood.

It's so heavy, you pull the orc to your side and put it on the spear shaft.

In such a short period of time, two more people were washed away from you, and you had no choice but to save one.

Soon, the torrent that was as high as your waist subsided quickly, and the water level dropped to your knees in a few seconds. It was as if God poured a huge basin of water, which came hard and went away quickly.

"Ahem...! Huh?" The half-orc suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head, his eyes temporarily unable to focus, "What happened?"

You didn't answer her. Because the floodwater quickly decreased, you were surprised to find that Annette was hanging on your already numb legs. She also passed out and had been immersed in the rolling torrent, holding on to your trousers with both hands──You

I thought there was some broken debris in the water that caught my pants.

She stopped breathing!

But there is still a weak heartbeat!

You immediately drag her to a high place, press her chest, and perform artificial respiration. If she hadn't persisted in holding on to you, she wouldn't have been drowned by the waist-high flood. Is she crazy?

"Ouch!... Cough cough!" Annette spit out a lot of water in her mouth, curled up on her side, and finally came to life. When she opened her eyes, her first reaction was to look for you, but even if she saw you, you couldn't be sure that she was

You can't really tell who is who.

The orc coughed and stood up, leaning on the wall. He seemed fine. Annette was helped up by you, looking confused: "...Master? What happened?"

You are not sure, you only know that the heavy rain accumulated for more than ten seconds and then fell in one fell swoop. It was more terrifying than standing under the waterfall. The impact was wide, covering the whole town of Wuxiangwan.

"It must be divine punishment... This is the wrath of God! Last Friday, the Poseidon Festival was destroyed, and Poseidon was furious!" The orc looked serious when he said these words.

It is not absurd at all to have divine wrath in this world, but you don't think so.

If I have to say it, it is more like a man-made disaster than a natural disaster. However, the "Hedaville Arcane Association" has withdrawn from the fight. Even if Viscount Boltz himself hires other archmages, there are by no means a few spells of this scale.

What a master can do with his human power. Man is man, and heaven is heaven.

The torrent dropped to ankle height again, violently washing away rubble everywhere on the street.

The visual distance dropped back to thirty meters again, and the lightning in the distance was like a forest growing upside down in the sky.

There isn't even half an inch of dry space left on you. Take off your cloak and throw it to the strong wind.

Before I knew it, you were at the forefront of the entire rebel army.

He patted the orc's broad and solid back and urged her to move forward. A premonition emerged spontaneously: the huge waves falling from the sky would appear again, far more than once. The houses in the civilian areas near the guild were relatively simple, and it was impossible to resist this.

When the torrent hits the road, rubble and broken wood will run rampant on the road, which is very deadly. Move forward as quickly as possible and leave the poor neighborhoods. The closer to the black streets, the more solid houses there are and the safer they are.

You were walking quickly when the orc suddenly deviated from the route, turned around and raised his sword to stab a market guard who was knocked unconscious by the rain.

What is she doing? If she doesn't leave quickly, she's here to finish the job.

"Every enemy who is still breathing may stab us in the back." The orc ran a few steps diagonally forward, raised his sword and stabbed to death another market guard who was pressed under the wood and unable to move. "They are holding

If you are determined to kill us, you should be prepared to resist being killed. At least..."

She charged forward, raised the knife and cut the market guard in half who had just stood up and coughed violently, as if the rain under her feet wasn't bright enough. "At least I've done it."

An indescribable sight.

At the dawn of a thunderstorm, there are a few dying fish belly whites on the eastern horizon. The originally regular residential streets have now turned into half a ruin like a typhoon passing through in the blink of an eye. Every time lightning passes across the sky, there are more and more people in the dark night.

There are so many people, either bending down and holding their knees, standing in a daze, kneeling in front of the rubble, crying, or holding their smashed foreheads, stumbling slowly and aimlessly like zombies. It is becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish which figure is the market guard and which is.

A figure is an innocent person who has just woken up from his sleep and is in hell. The rain washing your body is desolate and cold.

Perhaps, there are advantages to having a limited field of vision...

The orcs waved their giant swords in front of them and cut a bloody path. Until now, you haven't seen any companions behind or on either side, but there are more and more enemies, and they have basically returned to the fighting state. When the orcs kill instantly, they kill instantly, and they kill again instantly.

Later, when he slashed at the seventh market guard with his sword, the latter had already woken up from his coma. He raised his sword to block while calling for help to his companions. After falling to the ground, he not only did not escape, but also threw a handful of muddy water on the orc's face.

On the face, fight back aggressively.

Can't open my eyes,

But this does not prevent the orcs from lowering their heads to avoid the sword thrust and cutting the opponent in half. There is a specialty called blind fighting.

You look up from time to time and observe.

"Master, is Leia still there?"

He touched the collar of his robe and saw that the little one was still there. She would definitely not be able to fly in such a violent storm. Once she fell from your arms, she would either drown or be trampled to death, so she was always guarding her carefully.

There were no drowned people around, at least you didn't see them along the way. The flood came and went quickly, so Coco and the others would probably be fine, unless someone was like Annette, hanging on to something at the bottom of the water and not letting go.

This is one of those who would rather drown than leave the team.

Suddenly, the orc showed a ferocious smile,

Because five or six enemies appeared in front. The guy in the center holding a long stick shouted "Kill them!" Then two enemies with shields and one with spears rushed over, and two more moved forward while shooting arrows.

Guy. You raise the force shield and Annette throws out the magic missile.

What does the onomatopoeia "puff" remind you of? A crushed cake, or a drop of cream falling on the table?

The orc jumped up, bent his body into an inverted shrimp at low altitude, and then smashed the giant sword in his hand with all his strength. The man, shield, armor, bones, flesh, as well as the water and stone pavement were all transformed in an instant.

It was smashed to pieces! Thousands of sounds finally converged into a blood-curdling "Puff", and there was one less humanoid object in the world.

"Die! Haha──!" The orc knocked down the second person with his shoulder, slashed the buckler from the third person's hand with his sword, and laughed wildly, "Die all, haha!"

She couldn't understand what triggered her excitement at all. Her expression turned from the usual serious and melancholy to ecstasy, and her eyes flashed with passionate and pious flames. The rain kept falling, causing pilgrims to offer sacrifices to the God of War.

Dance of Blood Flowers.

Crazy Laughter Duo─You can faintly hear the laughter of red-haired Octavia not far away on the right, accompanied by the blazing fire under the heavy rain. It is hard to imagine how such a large-scale ignition could occur in the heavy rain.

of flame?

Laughing Trio─You can vaguely hear Scarlett’s laughter coming from the left, which eventually merges with the wailing and screaming of a group of people into a symphony!

You have offended the wrong person. Viscount Boltz is too powerful.

He also messed with the wrong people and became the embodiment of trouble.

When! Metal collided, and the long stick stopped the wildly dancing giant sword. The impact knocked off the enemy's hood, revealing short round hair. The expression on this side was ferocious and ecstatic, and the other side seemed to have finally met his opponent. The physical difference did not hinder the two sides at all.

Wrestle with each other!

Slightly turning the long stick, the end hit the orc's flank hard, but it didn't even freeze; he raised his knees to press his jaw, but the enemy bent down to avoid it or even went behind him; he swept his legs and took his knees straight, and the orc stretched his legs to protect his leg armor.

Actively resisting. The cloth shoes kicked on the metal leggings, emitting a faint light. The guy holding the stick was a high-level monk.

You shouted loudly: Don't be in a hurry to be violent!

pause.

Maybe it was because the instructors in the front row had trained well, but the half-orc was shocked when he heard it, and regained some of his composure, otherwise he would have gone berserk soon. This was not a one-on-one battle, not a small battle on an adventurous mission, and he could still do it later.

Instead of resting, we are facing a long war involving thousands of market guards, nearly a thousand evil forces and hundreds of underworld masters. Isn’t it just asking for death if we start the violent attack early now?

You raise your sword to fend off the rushing market guards, and suddenly realize that the enemy's level has become uneven. It's raining heavily, and they all wear cloaks and hoods. It's hard for you to tell who belongs to which force, but it's definitely not just the market guards who are fighting.

Annette used magic missiles to support her, but they had little effect on the stick monk. Although she was injured, the energy wrapped around her body was very effective against force field spell damage.

The Monk has repeatedly looked for opportunities to cause trouble for you and Annette, because their professions are incompatible. The Orc has never let him go. As long as the other party dares to forcefully leave the battle to find you two, it will immediately trigger an attack of opportunity, ensuring that the Monk is behind

One more bone-deep wound!

Sudden!

A high-level assassin lowers his hood, pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, blends in with the soldiers, and stabs your left rib with a knife at an unpredictable angle!

Severe pain! Burning pain!

It happened that you were about to jump up and slash the market guard in front of you, so the knife that originally struck your heart was slightly lower and shallower.

He thought he could succeed with one blow, which caused the assassin to hesitate for a moment.

He tilted his head to avoid your swung staff, and then his ear was scratched by your +1 dagger. He was a human. Then he was hit in the chest by Annette's short musket and flew far away. The leather armor couldn't stop him at all.

He was hit directly by a musket at an extremely close range. He lay in the water and twitched slightly, and could not get up again.

"Master! Is it poisonous?"

You shook your head, it didn't feel like it. It was raining heavily like this, and you were suddenly attacked. If the assassin's dagger had been poisoned a few days in advance, the effect would have been very weak and it would not be able to withstand such a washout from the rain.

Annette knelt down to check your wound - it wasn't deep, and it was healing slowly.

She looked at a sturdier house next to her: "Master, let's hide there first and treat the wounds. Maybe the poison is chronic!" When she said this, even Annette herself didn't believe that the dagger used by an assassin in war could be so good.

Apply slow poison. But everything has an eventuality, and she can't bear this "event".
To be continued...