Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 445 - 438: The Eccentric Elf Girl

Chapter 445: Chapter 438: The Eccentric Elf Girl

"Lord Luo’er, we have no ill will towards each other, why would you do such a thing? Let’s talk this out. Whatever you want, I can give. If you want me to change, I will. Isn’t that okay?" Perhaps it was because his strength was nearing its end, Kroel’s tone became more and more respectful, pleading with Luo’er to pull him up.

"You can change after making a mistake, but can the people you’ve burned to death be resurrected? Can the people you’ve decapitated come back to life?" Luo’er calmly picked up the bullet casings from the ground, put them in his pocket, and then stared at him and asked, "We may not be good people, we also kill. But we have our own bottom line and we won’t hurt innocent people. We also cannot turn a blind eye to those who inflict violence."

"Lord Kroel, you’ve killed quite a number of innocent people, haven’t you? What we’ve seen is probably just the tip of the iceberg. Since you’re a devotee of the God of Light, why don’t you beg her to help you? We’re from Earth, we don’t have an obligation to help you." As he said this, a faint smile appeared on Luo’er’s face.

Kroel stared at Luo’er with his teeth clenched tightly and his forehead dripping with large beads of sweat, unable to utter a word anymore.

Just as Luo’er was about to continue speaking, suddenly, a disturbance erupted from the jungle. He clearly heard the Northern-accented Tasta language, probably from the Judgment Legion. Kroel seemed to hear the commotion too, using all his strength to shout out, trying to draw the attention of those people to come to his rescue.

Luo’er turned his head to look, then looked back at him, and without any hesitation, raised his pistol and shot him right in the forehead. The bullet instantly pierced through his forehead and exploded out the back.

With his eyes wide and mouth agape, Kroel didn’t even make a sound before he was sent falling off the cliff by the impact of the bullet. Two seconds later, Luo’er heard a thump from the bottom of the cliff.

At that moment, several armed followers of the Judgement Legion burst out from the jungle on this side of the cliff. They had heard Kroel’s cry for help and hurried over, but they were still one step too late.

Facing these men armed with cold weapons, Luo’er showed no mercy and started to fire his pistol. Within a distance of ten meters, the power of a pistol was very evident. Several followers’ heads were blown away by his shots, their chainmail unable to resist the penetrating power of the bullets and they were instantly downed.

However, these guys were all foolhardy. Despite seeing Luo’er with a gun, they showed no fear or retreat, instead drawing their short swords and charging at Luo’er.

The pistol’s ammunition ran out, and Luo’er quickly stowed it away and opened fire with his rifle. His rifle was always primed for action, only needing to flick off the safety to fire.

"Da da da da da!!!!!"

When faced with dangerous circumstances, everyone’s reaction is similar. Although Luo’er was cold enough, at this moment he still immediately switched to automatic fire. Dense rifle bullets sprayed out in a fan, instantly sweeping away the charging followers; some even received special attention and swallowed several bullets.

In a blink of an eye, Luo’er had brought down all the followers, with many screaming in pain and rolling on the ground. He didn’t immediately leave, but instead switched to a new magazine, then switched the safety to semi-automatic mode, and started to make sure everyone was dead.

Firearms are powerful, but it doesn’t mean that everyone hit by a bullet will die. Hence, finishing off the wounded has always been a good practice of the Advance Team.

With a series of semi-automatic shots, Luo’er finished the job. At this time, there were about seven or eight bodies on the ground, and the rotten and decaying leaves were dyed red with fresh blood.

Having assured himself that every single one of these people was dead, Luo’er finally felt at ease and left to meet up with his companions.

Just as he was about to enter the jungle, he felt a chilling attack coming. Instinctively, he retreated and blocked the attack with his rifle, avoiding the strike aimed at his throat.

Taken aback, Luo’er retreated a step and realized there was a follower who had escaped his notice. This follower was glaring at him, a sharp short sword in his hand. At this close range, Luo’er had no time to adjust his gun to fire. He wanted to use his pistol to finish off this man, but then remembered that he had run out of bullets and had yet to reload.

Taking advantage of Luo’er’s confusion, the follower launched another attack, the sword aimed straight at Luo’er’s chest. Luo’er was forced to retreat again, almost losing his footing. He wanted to strike back, but his only option was to block the short sword with his rifle.

Although he had undergone close combat training, trying to use a dagger to fight this follower was clearly a death wish. The dagger was a dagger because it was shorter than a short sword. The length of the man’s short sword was similar to a Roman short sword, and the saying "an inch longer is an inch stronger" held true. He definitely could not win with a dagger.

Luo’er was trying desperately to align his gun with the follower, but the man kept pressing forward. Luo’er knew that if he wanted to open fire, he would need to take a hit from the follower’s sword. If the sword hit a part of his body that was protected by his bulletproof vest, that would be fine, but if it hit an unprotected area, it would be a huge loss.

Despite being able to use magic to heal wounds in this Otherworld, Luo’er’s physical condition was poor and he could not tolerate the use of magic needed for treatment. The last time Tangmo treated him, he used the lowest level of magic, constantly casting for a long time before he was barely healed.

Just as Luo’er thought he had no choice but to trade one for one, something flashed in front of him. The follower suddenly trembled and stopped in his tracks.

Luo’er retreated a few steps, only then noticing that an arrow had pierced the follower’s neck. The arrow shaft was milky white and had entered from the right to the left of the follower’s neck. Luo’er noticed that the shaft of the arrow, now blood-covered, had a peculiar elongated shape and was colored gold, though he had no idea what type of metal it was.

Backing away a few steps, Luo’er watched as the follower fell directly in front of him, finally allowing himself to breathe a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to figure out where the arrow came from, he heard a girl’s voice from his right.

"Hey, are you okay?"

From the jungle to his right emerged a tall, slender girl. She was dressed in simple, tight-fitting adventurer clothes, wearing a light green hooded cloak that fell to her waist. She wore a pair of leather gloves and in her hand was a uniquely designed recurve bow; a quiver was also attached her waist.

The girl was about 1.7 meters tall, making her appear quite graceful. Despite donning a hood, her light-colored long hair was visible. She had a leather eyepatch covering her left eye, making her look mysteriously radical.

The girl was fully clothed, presumably to prevent mosquito bites. Her exposed skin showed her complexion to be rather pale.

At the first glance, Luo’er thought she was an elf. Both her skin and hair were light, and her facial features were delicate and pronounced. However, her eye color was not that typical of the Elf race, but instead was a very rare dark color in the Otherworld, almost black.

Luo’er, panting, stared at the girl for a moment. Noticing his gaze, the girl paused and asked hesitantly, "You, are you... a half-elf?"

"Ah, oh, yes!" Luo’er recovered, nodding hurriedly.

"Wait, why do you have a northern accent?" Sensing something off about Luo’er, the girl took a step back and drew an arrow from her quiver, placing it on her recurve bow.

When she spoke in Tasta, Luo’er could hear her strong southern accent. Strangely enough, northerners knew very little about southerners, but southerners could instantly recognize their northern accent.

"Don’t shoot, I’m one of you!" Luo’er raised his hands hurriedly.

"You’re part of Theron?" She asked, her brow furrowed as she studied him.

"Of course!" Luo’er nodded.

"What about your accent?" She asked hesitantly.

"I fled from the north, these people have been chasing us, it was Theron who saved us." Luo’er, at this point, was lying so smoothly he didn’t even blink an eye.

"I see!" Although the girl seemed shrewd, she believed Luo’er’s words and lowered her bow.

"Why aren’t you in the battle? What are you doing here?" Luo’er asked, lowering his hands.

"I," she looked troubled by the question, "I’m on the outskirts, looking for those who escaped!"

"With arrows? The Theron mostly use guns!" Luo’er said.

"So what? The bow is also powerful, didn’t I just kill that person?" The girl retorted, her brow furrowed.

"Alright!" Luo’er nodded, bent down, and pulled the fatal arrow from the corpse, handing it to the girl.

He stared at the long, fine design of the arrow, deep in thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Wait, this is an Elf Arrow, how do you have an Elf Arrow?"

Luo’er recognized the Elf Arrow, because his mother had told him about it. The Elf Arrow is a fearsome weapon with excellent armor penetration, capable even of penetrating Earth’s bulletproof plates. In the war back then, Luo’er’s mother, Nina, had used an Elf Arrow to pierce his father Luo Chuan’s bulletproof vest.

"How do you?" The girl asked, puzzled. But when she saw Luo’er’s face, she immediately understood. The man in front of her was a half Wood Elf, of course he would know about Elf Arrows.

"Give it, give it back to me!" She reached out for her arrow.

Luo’er handed the Elf Arrow to her, and she casually wiped the blood off on the corpse before placing it back in her quiver.

She looked up to find Luo’er watching her again, she turned away and said, "Don’t look at me like that, my mother is of the Elf race, so of course I can have an Elf Arrow."

"But you..." Luo’er pursed his lips, refraining from speaking his mind in the end.

The girl in front of him should’ve been a half-elf from all angles, but her eye color gave her away. Elf eye color is a very dominant hereditary trait; Elf descendants normally have Elf eye colors, virtually without any exceptions.