Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3

Translator: 549690339

A cry came through the rain, although it was drowned out by the gunfire, Noland heard the incredibly weak voice.

“Guards! Guards! Yes, you! The one standing on the rooftop lost in thought!

Quickly, save me! I can’t hold on any longer!”

Noland felt surprised that there were still living people nearby.

This was really strange. He had always been using “Tracking the Living” and actively avoiding soldiers and civilians who were alive, so how could he be discovered by someone?

Noland looked towards the direction of the voice, and the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask and hood, twitched slightly.

It was actually Yog, the man who controlled the walking dead…

This guy was slumped on the ground, his arms bleeding profusely, severely injured.

His face was as pale as yellow wax paper, cheeks sunken in, skin and bones, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy.

Most importantly, his life force was incredibly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him to his sudden death.

Under the magic vision of “Tracking the Living,” Yog’s appearance outline had already become close to transparent.

Furthermore, he was at the limit of “Tracking the Living” vision, which was why Noland hadn’t detected the man covered in death energy in time.

Considering that the other party was using death-type magic with good intentions, Noland decided to follow his own code of conduct.

Let the righteous receive a rightful end, and the wicked be punished. Noland hopped and ran on the rooftop, speeding up until he was about ten meters away from Yog.

He raised his hand and fired ten shots in succession, using bullets to sweep and lure the dark wrathful spirits surrounding Yog away, and then blew them up one by one.

successfully rescued the

for, these strange undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this

giving a thumbs up to the guard

praise the other party’s marksmanship, he saw the gun aimed

hurriedly stood up from the ground and waved his

walking dead…um…these soldiers are just

dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who

didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun

shoot, don’t hurt me…l just wanted to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just

the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face,

kill me…whimper…l just wanted to help… I have a serious illness,

won’t stop trembling, I can’t even hold a gun, and I can’t stand the sunlight. This is the only way I can

his backpack and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain and quickly

noticing the elixirs that had rolled to

you! Thank you! I really

looked up towards the rooftop,

his mouth, his eyes showing confusion

his wounds, stopping the bleeding, and drank the Life Elixir to replenish his

ordered the walking dead to crush them with their

alone. Since you helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I will erase these traces for you. I have never seen you before, never seen

unable to distinguish

to his

combat abilities aren’t as strong as the soldiers’. We need to

didn’t affect Noland Lee’s

goggles, standing in the shadows and

roaring,

the battlefield, like standing

rain never stopped, the flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming

and feeling he was

that this was the psychological effect of life’s