Four Split Personalities
Chapter 74 - 74 29 Can't Do It_2

74: Chapter 29: Can’t Do It_2 74: Chapter 29: Can’t Do It_2 “Ah!” Double Leaf instinctively hid behind Crab, covering her own eyes.

“There are many well-trained beast soldiers!” As one of the only two women in the squad, Yenna had much better endurance than Double Leaf.

Looking at the black silhouettes in the distance, she reported loudly, “They are bearing the emblem of the Fire Claw Leader!”

“I know!

Look at him first.” Nate’s face turned pale.

Kneeling down, he pressed against the abdomen of a young soldier but still couldn’t stop the crimson blood from oozing out from his wounds.

He looked up and shouted, “Hei Fan, he needs to stop the bleeding!”

Motan could only shake his head helplessly.

The prayer of Resilience, which could alleviate the effects of blood loss, was still under cooldown.

He had casted other prayers on Nate to reduce the cooldown, so that he could cover more people during potential upcoming battles.

However, he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this…

“If I were like Tan Mo, would I make such a mistake?”

Self-mockingly sighing, Motan stretched out his hands and a pale gold glow appeared around the critically injured soldier.

The glow then gradually infiltrated into the hideous wounds on his body.

Yes, that was the ‘Holy Healing Technique’ he learned at the beginning, the low-tier model…

A healing skill that restored a small amount of health to the target and with a cooldown time of only one minute~

Of course, Motan didn’t forget to bring out the 20 copper coin valued book.

Although it didn’t have any combat ability (please do not think about using it as a hammer chain), this off-hand equipment added one point to intelligence which may be of some help.

As it turned out, it really was ‘somewhat’ useful…

The young human warrior swallowed a mouthful of bloody foam, holding Nate’s hands tightly as if he wanted to say something…

Nate leaned down, while Motan was focused on his Healing Prayer which was about to cool down, his hand not holding the book was already pointing at the Ember Squad member.

There were 10 seconds left till the cooldown finishes!

If the blood can be stopped, there’s a chance he can be saved, even though the Beastman warriors have begun to slowly move in, but…

There were 4 seconds left till the cooldown finishes!

It’ll be ready soon!

Just as Motan was about to make the first gesture, Nate had already stood up and let out a long sigh.

“He’s gone…”

[Skill use failed, target status: deceased]

The voice and system notification came simultaneously.

The Ember Squad soldier ultimately didn’t make it till Motan’s skill cooled down.

The previous Holy Healing Technique could merely delay the grim reaper’s footsteps and give him just enough time to say his last words…

“They’re coming!” Sara stood out at the front of the team, staring at the about twenty Beastmen, armored in half-body armor, at the bottom of the slope.

She declared firmly, “it seems they’re not planning to let us return intact…”

Nate stood up with a gloomy expression, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, “Trash game, worst experience.”

What!?

Motan, who was a bit down, and Double Leaf, who was hiding behind Crab, both looked at Nate in shock.

What did he just say…

What did he call trash?

And what was worst?

“I’ve witnessed death too many times.” Nate raised his sword, muttered, “But this young man’s last words are definitely the most bizarre…

alright, everyone get ready to fight!

Otherwise, we’re going to die here as well!”

Motan and Double Leaf glanced at each other, both realising that the man who just passed away was not an NPC, but a player like themselves.

After all, those ‘last words’ definitely didn’t seem like something the inhabitants of Innocent World would say.

For some reason, knowing that it wasn’t just a bunch of data that ‘died’, but an actual player, Motan felt relieved.

His previously heavy mood had surprisingly lightened.

After all, no matter how severe the death penalty, players will not truly die…

“Where are the rest of Ember Squad?” Crab drew his battle axe, walked over to Yenna and asked, “Are they…

all gone?”

Yenna forced a smile: “There are several corpses in the distance.

Counting the numbers, the soldier that just died was probably the last one from their squad…”

Crack!!

Suddenly, Sara lunged towards Silverna, raising her hand to slice sideways.

She split a war spear that was flying towards them in two with a single strike, and barked, “Enough of the talk.

They’re here!”

Before her words could fully register, a regiment of neatly organized orcs began to roar and charge from a not-too-distant place across them, rapidly reducing the distance between both parties.

Due to the time wasted trying to save their fellow soldier, they would unlikely escape from the orcs’ attack range.

Turning tail and fleeing would only result in being pierced to death by the countless thrown spears.

If they choose to directly confront the orcs though…

The difference in numbers seemed slightly unfavorable!

“We can’t run away now!” Ned, standing at the front of the group, shouted loudly, “Form up in a double right-angle array and retreat!

I’ll be the arrowhead.

Drag them towards Stacked Rock City!”

Saying this, he swung his sword violently at the chest of an orc that had just rushed up the slope, forcing the orc to defend while he used the opportunity to leap back.

However…

His short leap had somehow brought him right to the rear of the group.

The members of Fenrir’s squad hadn’t shifted at all.

“What are you all gawking at?!” Ned’s eyes flashed, “Just do it!”

“But, Captain…” Crab was currently swinging his axe at an enemy who had just crossed the crest of the hill.

After dealing a strike that forced his fellow orc to spew blood, he blinked and yelled in confusion, “What does a double right-angle array mean?

What does being an arrowhead mean?”

Sara caught the shoulder of an attacking orc warrior with her trailing hand, quickly turned around and landed a back-spinning elbow strike.

She swatted it off balance with a tail whip and finished off the creature with a knee strike, performing a dazzling quick offensive Martial Monk style.

She shrugged towards Crab, “The Captain is talking about the double right-angle array.”

“You understood that?” Within Silverna’s elongated shadow, it seemed like for a second, three feather arrows shot out.

Silverna reappeared, a dagger gripped in her teeth, as she asked Sara, her head tilted to one side.

“I don’t.” The latter shook her head nonchalantly, then pulled an absent-minded Double Leaf back to dodge an orc’s heavy overhead strike.

She nearly received a scratch herself, “Pay attention!

The enemy is well-trained!”

At this point, Ned had already rushed back, sheltering Motan and Double Leaf, the spellcasters, while letting out a dry laugh, “Sorry, I forgot we’re just a motley crew.”

At this point, twenty or so enemy forces had completely taken the upper slope.

The two orc warriors who had been taken down earlier had also gotten up – their injuries didn’t seem to be serious…

“Dogs of the Marshall family!” An elderly, grey-haired orc wielding a war hammer was charging directly at them, shouting furiously, “You all must die!”

A gold and a red trail whizzed out from behind Ned, halting the orc’s charge!

Fireball Technique, Solidifying Light Arrow.

Motan and Double Leaf had released their spells almost simultaneously, but after halting the elderly orc, they found it was only a drop in the bucket.

“Kill!”

With roaring cries, the curtain of battle was pulled apart.

These far-from-disorganized orc warriors applied pressure uniformly from all around, using their weapons, bodies, and ferocious teeth to wildly attack Fenrir’s Squad, who were faced with an absolute numerical disadvantage.

They were savage and frenzied!

Almost as soon as the fight had begun, the team were immersed in a brutal battle.

Ned, Crab, and Sara were each battling with three or four enemies simultaneously.

Silverna, whose agility and flexibility were stripped of their advantage on this small slope, was struggling to dodge the attacks, managing to shoot a few arrows back only when she had the chance.

As for Double Leaf and Motan, who were being protected in the center of the formation…

The former looked pale.

Despite her wand constantly waving, the low-level fireballs and Arcane Missiles she sent scattering out could barely penetrate the enemies’ defenses.

The spells, which had been meticulously calculated by their mistress for the best angle and rhythm, would have amazed even grand magicians with their stunning magical attacks.

But against the enemy, they failed to make a dent.

As for the latter…

The moment all her support and healing capabilities went on cooldown, Motan dropped her hands helplessly.

“I can’t… I can’t do it…”

“I…I can’t do anything…”

Chapter 29: The End