Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 50 Hunt

a few days later.

Karl and his party have already ventured deep into the city.

The majority of creatures here are not ferocious beasts or strange beings, but rather half-dead creatures that have been mutated by the yin energy.

They retain some of their instincts from when they were alive, are fearless of pain and unaware of fatigue, and their speed and strength have increased to some extent.

Moreover, they desperately crave fresh blood.

Once they set their sights on you, it's often a fight to the death.

The key point is that if someone is scratched by these things, and the injured person does not receive timely treatment, they may also experience alienation.

Therefore, few people are willing to provoke them.

"Waaah..."

Several half-dead men staggered down the street.

Their clothes were tattered, their skin pale, and their fingers covered in calluses; they must have been miners underground in life.

Don't be fooled by their slow movement at this moment; once they spot a target, they will launch a frenzied attack.

No weaknesses, tireless...

All they know is killing!

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft!"

Several arrows pierced through the air and struck the half-dead man.

Three of the heads emitted white smoke and let out mournful screams, while the other head showed no reaction and even accelerated towards the group.

"Konan!"

Aya exclaimed:

"You forgot to dip your finger in the holy water again!"

"I got it." Xiao Nan's forehead was sweating.

"It must have dried out."

Holy water contains divine power, but it is still just ordinary water. If it gets on the arrow too early, it will evaporate over time.

By then,

It loses its ability to control undead creatures.

For example, right now.

"Don't make a sound."

Karl drew his broadsword:

"It's charging at us."

With that, he swayed and rushed towards the charging half-dead man, his broadsword creating a gust of wind.

prick!

sweep!

hack!

……

After several sword strikes, the headless, half-dead corpse lay at his feet.

Aya and the others also rushed forward.

After being weakened by the holy water, the half-dead man is like a slow-moving corpse, and his threat level is greatly reduced.

The result was obtained in a short time.

Aya pulled out a dagger and chopped off the little finger of the half-dead man, using it as collateral to exchange for supplies with the city guards.

Karl then collected the soul powder from the ground.

"Um?"

Karl's ears twitched slightly. He stood up and looked at the dark alley not far away. His face darkened, and he raised his hand to activate a fire seal.

"call……"

The fireball roared out and exploded in the darkness.

"roll!"

Karl's voice was icy, and figures moved rapidly away in the dark alley, accompanied by a cacophony of noise.

"Uncle."

Aya walked over:

"Is someone trying to take advantage of us again?"

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"This area is deep in the city, and the dangers extend beyond the half-dead creatures to include the living. Let's call it a day."

"what!"

Xiao Nan looked disappointed:

"Uncle, it's still early. Why don't we look around some more? Maybe we'll find something."

The others nodded in agreement.

With holy water weakening half-dead creatures and Karl in charge, the battle shouldn't be too easy for them.

Unfortunately, Karl always had to end the session before he could fully enjoy himself.

"Human energy is limited, and after a certain period of time, fatigue is inevitable, making it difficult to react in time when danger arises."

Carl shook his head:

"When you go back, be in high spirits and go back as soon as you still have the energy. Don't be too greedy."

He only had one bottle of medicine left for backup, and he also needed to go back to replenish his holy water, plus it was indeed getting late.

The crowd had no choice but to agree.

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Carl and his party encountered almost no danger as they ventured deep into the city.

Firstly, the holy water greatly reduced the threat of the half-dead creatures; secondly, the group worked together and outnumbered each other, saving them a lot of trouble.

Others, however, are different.

A certain street.

A pair of identical-looking twins were stopped by a group of people.

"Hand over the items, and you may leave."

The leader, bald and with a face covered in strange patterns, held a club covered in spikes and grinned coldly.

"otherwise……"

"It's not worth losing your life for something you have."

The twins' faces tightened, they exchanged a glance, and then, in perfect unison, turned and fled without uttering a word.

"Oh……"

The bald man shook his head upon seeing this:

"madness!"

After a while.

Two almost identical heads were severed and hung on a flagpole, their faces contorted in a grotesque grimace.

…………

"cough!"

"Ahem!"

A man stumbled forward, wielding a strange longsword, coughing up blood from time to time, yet he dared not stop.

Only when there was no more sound coming from behind did he lean against the wall, panting heavily, his body trembling violently.

"Damn it, how can there be a paladin here?"

"I almost died!"

"Ahem!"

"Huh?" At this moment, a surprised voice rang out, and then several people appeared one after another from the intersection ahead.

One of them laughed and said:

"I'm lucky, I ran into prey delivered right to my doorstep."

"A dying man probably doesn't have much on him." Someone shook his head, picked up a large machete, and walked over.

"I'll send him to meet the god of the underworld!"

"puff!"

A sharp thorn pierced through the speaker's chest and emerged from his back, the long, thin thorn covered in blood.

The strange thing is...

The spikes trembled slightly as if they were alive, and the blood that stained them was gradually swallowed up until they were shiny and new.

"Clang..."

The great cleaver fell heavily to the ground; instead of sending someone to see the god of the underworld, he himself had already departed.

"Heh..." The man leaning against the wall chuckled softly, looking down.

"Honestly, what kind of trash are they, daring to act arrogantly in front of me?"

"Whoosh!"

The man gently flicked the thin sword in his hand.

moment.

Countless afterimages flashed by, and the corpse in front of them was cut into pieces and scattered on the ground like tofu blocks.

"hiss……"

The man raised his neck, his face full of satisfaction:

"The fresh vitality is truly intoxicating."

Only then did the group get a clear look at the man's face. He had ordinary features beneath his disheveled blond hair, but a strange scar stretched from his forehead to his chin.

It was as if a sharp sword had cleaved him in two.

"you……"

"He is Bloodthorn of the Shadow Alliance!"

"Run!"

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, the group's expressions changed drastically. They lost all desire to fight and turned to flee.

"snort!"

The cold snort was still several meters away when it started, but it was already right next to his ear when it landed, accompanied by flashes of sword shadows.

The sword in the man's hand was thin and long, like a thin thorn growing on the hilt.

He strode forward, gently waving his slender sword, and one by one, the people in front of him fell to the ground.

No one can withstand a single sword strike!

"don't want!"

A woman cried out and knelt on the ground:

"Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything you want!"

"oh!"

Bloodthorn stopped what he was doing and reached out to pinch the woman's chin.

The woman had delicate features and smooth skin, which was extremely rare in Black City, and she immediately put on a flattering expression.

Her eyes were alluring.

"Tsk tsk..."

Bloodthorn clicked his tongue lightly, then thrust out his sword.

The rapier pierced through the woman's mouth, exited at the back of her head, and then with a gentle flick, split her head in two.

"She's quite a pretty woman, what a pity."

…………

On a distant rooftop, a man frowned and looked away.

"elder brother."

The woman beside him spoke up upon seeing this:

"What's wrong?"

"I saw a madman." The man took the longbow from his back, nocked an arrow, and aimed at the distance.

"collapse!"

The bowstring trembled, and a long arrow swept through the air, pinning a wandering half-dead man to the ground in the distance.

With its incredible range, terrifying power, and precise archery, any archer who witnesses this will feel despair at the gap between them.

"madman?"

The woman shook her head.

She doesn't have her brother's Eagle Eye technique, so she can't see that far, but she has her own strengths.

"Brother, the Brotherhood's Ratwoman is here."

(End of this chapter)