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 pale man guarded

managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught

a thumbs up to the guard who blew

he was about to praise the other party’s marksmanship,

up from the ground and

are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind

gun at the walking dead to maintain the appearance

but aimed the gun at

to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted to help. All of my comrades died on the battlefield, right in front of me, and I couldn’t

Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face, as he knelt

wanted to help… I have a

can’t stand the sunlight. This

few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain

a while before finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled to his

and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I

and looked up towards the rooftop,

his

the bleeding, and

ground, ordered the walking dead to crush them with their

you are, no matter why you carry the Life Elixir, and no matter why you act alone. Since you helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry,

droplets from his face, unable to distinguish whether

to

help at the nurses’ dormitory. Their combat abilities aren’t as strong as the soldiers’. We need to escort them to the defensive line as soon as possible… Sully shouldn’t want to kill me… She’s so

didn’t affect Noland Lee’s

his visor goggles,

roaring, gunshots,

battlefield, like standing on

and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming a circle that strangled

gust of cold wind pierced through the gap in the hood, causing Noland shivering and feeling he was being targeted

that this was the psychological effect of