Chapter 813

The heavily armed orcs are pounding around the city like tanks. The fragile walls of human buildings can't resist the destruction of large weapons in the hands of orcs.

The walls were smashed, the buildings were destroyed, and those who did not dare to see people in hiding were driven out by the orcs, regardless of gender or age. The orcs strictly followed the orders of demon hunters and distinguished each other according to the degree of variation.

If there is no mutation, stand on the left, and on the right if the mutation is not serious.

The mutation was so severe that it was not human. It was executed on the spot.

If there is an intention to attack, it will be executed on the spot.

Self conscious, on the spot.

Hemingway looked at the fifty heavily armored warriors who, with astonishing efficiency, cleared a street in just ten minutes, while the first Aragon's Apprentice sailis did not even blink an eye.

"Name? Age? What's your specialty? " The apprentice, like a god of death walking in the world, coldly swept over the shivering survivors, recording each other's news with paper.

And then according to their own judgment, cleanly kill a life that can not be saved, no pity, but very firm.

Hemingway himself has gone through numerous tests, and gradually adapted to such a life with amazing experience. However, it took less than a year for the apprentice to become a demon hunter. If it was not for his heart like steel, or something else was supporting him.

It may be both.

In front of Xu Yichen, there are 309 selected lucky children, and there are more corpses on the ground.

She was shocked by the tragedy, even her weapons were unstable, and she subconsciously stood behind master Hemingway.

"Siriya, come and organize these people to line up. We need to hurry up. Every minute we delay, there will be a few more people who can't be saved." Xu Yichen took out a whole box of spirits from the space equipment and poured them into a large jar one by one.

That's what the residents of port Antony used to store fresh water, and now it's given a new mission to make antidotes.

That's right. Xu Yichen thinks his blood may work. He plans to use these people in front of him to do an experiment. If it works best, if it doesn't work, it's a pity.

The sharp dagger left a deep wound on Xu Yichen's hard leather skin. His ability of [advanced regeneration] enables him to control his body to a higher level. When he doesn't want a wound to heal, his self-healing ability will be limited.

This saves him from the stupidity of self mutilation as before. Fresh blood burns when it touches the air full of chaos. The silver flame makes the aberrant retreat in fear, but the strong Orc behind them is like a wall.

The silver flame flowed into the liquor and continued to burn above the liquid. As the demon hunter kept stirring, the spirit turned pale red, like a super large cocktail.

"Does it work?" Hemingway vaguely heard of the particularity of Xu Yichen's blood. He asked nervously that no one would like to see a city saved, which would make his mind peaceful.

"I hope it works. Do me a favor and try someone who is normal." Xu Yichen winked at the demon hunter.

Hemingway nodded, toured the survivors, and picked a girl who didn't seem to have any aberrant tissue. She looked at the front with a dull face and didn't seem to recover from her panic.

The devil hunter thought that the girl looked like his sister, and he sincerely hoped that the apprentice's method would work and give these poor people a way to live.

Like carrying a chicken, Hemingway carried the thin girl out of the crowd, pinched the girl's face with his fingers and forced the other party to open his mouth.

"Let's go." Hemingway even felt a little nervous. He didn't remember when he was nervous last time.

This is the scene that Tom ward, the priest of Shangyin, saw when he arrived at the scene.

A group of civilians are surrounded by a group of heavy armor and green skin. A big pot burning with silver flame shines on two demon hunters in armor. A poor girl is threatened and seems to be about to swallow a handful of flames.

Lady woking, bless me! Once upon a time, the priest of Shangyin thought that he was late. These people had turned to chaos and were holding some cult ceremony.

At that moment, Thomas Ward's eyes were wet, like his crotch.

As the silver flame was engulfed by the girl, the quiet victim suddenly gave out a scream that could shatter the glass!

The priest of Shangyin screamed with fright! Hell, he felt like he was doomed today!

Xu Yichen saw the girl struggling in the hands of a demon hunter. She was very painful, but her eyes were moving. She was changing from a puppet to a human again.

The girl's body suddenly shrunk into a ball, the quick witted and quick witted hamminsk immediately carried the girl to other directions, and the next second the girl vomited out a large mass of black objects.

The thing fell on the ground like punctured eggs, a seven or eight centimeter long, black line like body constantly twitching, and then turned into ashes.After that, she screamed like a girl's right arm burning.

Xu Yichen rolled up the girl's sleeve, where a piece of skin the size of her palm had turned reddish brown, and bubbles were constantly emerging and then burst, and a silver flame came out of it.

Hemingway cut off the injured muscle tissue of the girl's arm with a sword, and the meat on the ground quickly turned into pus.

The girl was also relieved and fainted cleanly.

But the screams did not stop, and the Reverend Shangyin's performance attracted the orc's attention.

Xu Yichen sighed, reached for a look at the girl's eyes: "I think she's OK, first treat the trauma, it looks good."

Hemingway took a look at the war disaster beside Xu Yichen, and then looked at his long sword: "if I don't have a sword, what are you going to do?"

"Amputation." Xu Yichen didn't even lift her head: "you're not helping her. Now we lack doctors and therapists. Large trauma can easily lead to infection. The wound healing time is longer, and it takes longer time to recuperate. She probably can't live to heal herself."

"It doesn't look like he's here to trouble you. We don't need a therapist." Hemingway saw that the priest of Shangyin regained his composure. He patted the soil calmly, and was giggling at himself: "it seems that you must have beaten them up before. Well done apprentice. I'm Hemingway. I'm a wolf hunter."

Xu Yichen laughed: "my name is Xu Yichen, an apprentice of wolf school."

Hemingway's smile suddenly changed.

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