Constructing-Style Wizard

- 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3

- 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3

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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.

In less than half a minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by a few walking dead.

“Thank you.. huff huff.. I was almost done for, these strange undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this alley by these damn undead.”

Yog gasped, giving a thumbs up to the guard who blew up their enemies.

Just as he was about to praise the other party’s marksmanship, he saw the gun aimed at his walking dead.

Yog hurriedly stood up from the ground and waved his arms, yelling:

“No, no, no, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, these walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind of strange.”

Noland deliberately aimed his gun at the walking dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who had never met Yog before.

Seeing that the guard didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun at him instead, Yog’s expression suddenly turned mournful:

“Don’t shoot, don’t hurt me…l just wanted 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 do anything…”

Tears streamed from the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face, as he knelt down on the ground:

“Don’t kill me…whimper…l just wanted to help… I have a serious illness, even

Division Intelligence Unit Three can’t cure me, my hands 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 help you… Don’t kill me, please stop chasing me…l’m a good person, I’m not a Death Notice Spy.”

Noland sighed silently, reaching into his backpack and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain and quickly leaving the scene.

Yog wept for a while before finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled to his feet.

“Hemostatic and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I really needed these!”

Yog grabbed the bottles and looked up towards the rooftop, but the guard was nowhere to be seen.

He opened his mouth, his eyes showing confusion and contemplation.

He applied the hemostatic to his wounds, stopping the bleeding, and drank the Life Elixir to replenish his vitality.

After thinking deeply for five seconds, he placed the elixir bottles on the ground, ordered the walking dead to crush them with their feet, and then swept all the glass shards into a nearby sewer grate.

“No matter who 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, I will erase these traces for you. I have never seen you before, never seen you. You are a good person. Whatever you do, I will bless you.”

Yog wiped the water droplets from his face, unable to distinguish whether they were rain or tears.

He waved to his walking dead:

“Let’s go, mates. We’ll go 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 kind…”

The brief encounter with Yog didn’t affect Noland Lee’s following plan.

Noland wiped the rain off his visor goggles, standing in the shadows and looking around.

Howling, screaming, roaring, gunshots, explosions.

Deep in the center of the battlefield, like standing on a mountain engulfed by a torrential flood.

The black rain never stopped, the flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming a circle that strangled vitality and hope.

A gust of cold wind pierced through the gap in the hood, causing Noland shivering and feeling he was being targeted by an invisible killer, like the scythe of the Reaper lurking in the rainy night.

Noland understood that this was the psychological effect of life’s hope gradually diminishing.

The casualties of the fortress’ garrison were approaching the critical point of morale collapse…

Noland re-identified the direction and ran towards the city walls.

After having been discovered by Yog, he became even more cautious.

Lowering his body’s center of gravity, using shadows to conceal his figure, moving through exposed areas at the fastest speed.

Paused briefly in the shadows to make sure no one had noticed him before breaking through the rain curtain and moving to the next foothold.

If the undead outside are as numerous as dumplings, I’ll move clockwise around each part of the city walls. If I can’t find a place to climb over… I’ll have to use the backup route.”

The so-called backup route was actually a route without much certainty…

When Noland and Sully were playing along, they only went around the ground a few times and never went underground to check the situation. Theoretically, there should be several escape routes underground.

They were the backup routes chosen by Noland.

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It would probably be Sully – Noland admitted there were hormonal factors in his reasons for thinking of her.

Mars, Mike Adams, Alvin Stafford, and Murphy should still be near Grave 717 completing their tasks.

Those who had befriended Noland inside the city were only Sully, Melinda, and Yog.

Yog had just said that he was going to join the nurses.

Well, Sully and Melinda’s safety should be guaranteed then.

Noland paused, looking in the direction of the Nurses’ Dormitory.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn’t choose to go check on Sully and the others.

It wasn’t that he was callous and didn’t care about the safety of the people he knew, but rather that he had his troubles and going to help might cause a counterproductive effect.

All he could do was wish them well, hope they were safe and sound..