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.

less than half a minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man

tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this alley by these

thumbs up to the guard who

praise the other party’s marksmanship, he saw

stood up from the ground and waved

walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind

deliberately aimed his gun at the walking dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who

the guard didn’t shoot, but aimed the

to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted

his hands covering his

just wanted to help… I have a

This is the only way I can help you… Don’t kill me,

elixirs, then leaped off, his

before finally noticing the elixirs

and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank

and looked up towards the rooftop, but the guard was nowhere to be

opened his mouth, his

his wounds, stopping the bleeding,

the walking dead to crush them with their feet, and

Since you helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I

droplets from his face, unable to distinguish whether they were

waved to his walking

combat abilities aren’t as strong as the soldiers’. We need to escort them to the defensive line as

brief encounter with Yog didn’t

his visor goggles, standing

roaring,

the battlefield, like standing on a mountain

stopped, the flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming a

shivering and feeling he was being targeted by an invisible killer, like the

the psychological effect of