Chapter 203: You Dare to Kill Your Own Team Member

Chapter 203: You Dare to Kill Your Own Team Member

Blood Axe didn't expect the opponent to use such a tactic.

Initially, he thought they were just reinforcements from Rentam City, coming to support the defense of the city walls. Now, he was unsure of their identity.

There was no regard for the life and death of either side.

The poison gas spread across the field. Not only were the Warhammer Party members affected, but the knights and gang members already in a tough battle were in even worse shape.

One by one, they lost their ability to fight, collapsing weakly to the ground.

Blood Axe took a potion from his waist, uncorked it, tilted his head back to drink, then ripped off some fabric from his clothes, dampening it with water to cover his mouth and nose.

Staying too long in the mist would affect his senses, making it impossible to discern his surroundings, but he could still identify his position based on the direction the corpses were charging from.

His eyes scanned the direction from which the corpses charged, searching for the Necromancer.

It's said that mages have weak bodies; as long as he rushed over and killed the opponent, the problem would be solved.

Blood Axe's expression grew grim and ugly.

He shouted loudly, "The guy controlling the undead is right across from us. Those who can still stand, follow me to kill him! I'll reward you with gold for his head!"

"Alright." A few scattered responses came from around him, clearly showing that there were not many who could still move.

Blood Axe pushed off the ground and charged straight toward the other side.

His battle axe swung continuously, slicing through the corpses rushing toward him, chopping them into pieces.

However, he had only charged three or four meters forward.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, raising his battle axe horizontally to block in front of his chest.

Clang~!

A flaming longsword sliced through the mist, striking the handle of his battle axe.

A deafening clash of metal echoed through the air.

The immense force caused Blood Axe to take a step back.

Before he could steady himself, another sharp whistling sound came from the side, as a leg covered in armor swung toward him, bringing the poison with it.

Blood Axe's body tensed, blocking the blow with his ribs.

He shifted two steps to the left.

He looked up sharply.

Ahead stood two figures: one clad in iron armor, wielding a flaming longsword; the other bare-chested, revealing a skeleton with an iron-gray frame, its upper armor hanging down around its waist and thighs.

Crack crack~!

Blood Axe twisted his neck, the bones creaking, and he sneered, "Mages really are afraid of death, keeping two bodyguards by their side."

The two skeletons in front of him were different from the corpses he had faced earlier.

From their earlier exchange, their strength was clearly on par with his own.

In any faction, a warrior of this level could easily hold a high position.

Yet, they were now nothing more than a necromancer's undead servants.

Clearly, the identity of the necromancer was not simple either.

But none of that mattered. The Warhammer Party had been surrounded and marked by the Adventurer's Guild.

Their only option was to attack the city.

Whoever the enemy was, it didn't matter.

Since they dared to get involved in this war, death was their only outcome.

In the dark night, no one responded to Blood Axe's words.

He glanced at the figures in front of him, then charged forward again with his battle axe.

His axe swung wide through the air, avoiding the poisonous mist as it slashed toward the figures blocking his path.

Fireblade, wielding his flaming longsword, engaged in combat with him, while Bagdong maneuvered around the orc, seizing openings to strike at his knees, lower back, and under his ribs.

They continuously engaged Blood Axe, slowing his advance.

As time passed, Blood Axe's face grew darker.

The sounds of battle in the poisonous mist were dwindling, a sign that most of his men had fallen.

Even though his own body was strong and could resist the poison better, the prolonged exposure was worsening the effects.

His mind was reacting, but his body couldn't keep up.

After several exchanges, the two enemies found opportunities to leave him with more and more wounds.

And these wounds, when exposed to the poison mist, began to turn purple and fester, further hindering his combat ability.

Pff~!

Blood Axe glanced at his deformed arm and rotting abdomen, cursing under his breath, "Necromancer, is all you know how to do hide like a rat? Dare to come out and face me? I'll take on all three of you at once."

His voice echoed in the night sky, but still, no response came.

Blood Axe continued to shout, "I see, you're just a cowardly worm, filthy scum."

Yelling, he made a feint forward, then quickly turned and shouted, "Retreat!"

He charged forward, knocking aside the iron-gray skeleton, running toward the city gate.

He ran at full speed.

He didn't care whether his remaining men had heard him; he just gripped his battle axe and sprinted.

However, as he reached the city gate.

Blood Axe's face suddenly changed.

The tall city gate had been closed, with dozens of corpses blocking the entrance like sentries.

When the poison mist first spread across the area, it had already cut off the Warhammer Party's entry from outside the city.

The corpses, following orders, had closed the gate without anyone noticing.

Blood Axe turned around, intending to retreat to the city walls.

But at that moment, Fireblade and Bagdong had already caught up, trapping him in the gatehouse.

Now there was no escape.

Blood Axe's expression became even more ferocious. He smashed the approaching corpses into pieces, yanked off his scarf, and gulped down two potions.

He shouted coldly, "Come on, I'm going to kill all of you today!"

......

At this moment, the poison mist still filled the entire area.

The sounds of fighting became fewer and quieter, replaced by low groans.

Whether it was the Knights or the Warhammer Party.

Their levels were not enough to resist the poison mist.

Even if they had some resistance to poison, they couldn't stay in the mist for long. Their bodies would eventually be corroded by the poison, leading to the loss of combat ability or even death.

Choosing to fight in the poison mist was not a wise decision.

But from Wu Heng's perspective, this was exactly the outcome he wanted, after all, he was the one who released the poison.

In the alley in the distance.

The other squad members all showed varying degrees of shock.

They had never seen any profession that could single-handedly turn the tide of a battle involving thousands of people.

And it was done by a newly appointed captain of the guild, who was about the same age as them.

The strength displayed was terrifying.

"Captain, you're too fierce! What are the requirements for the Necromancer class change? I want to become one too," Duke said, scratching his head.

He had been with Wu Heng the longest and knew more about the situation.

Although he knew their captain was strong, he hadn't expected this level of fierceness.

It was truly frightening.

As long as he was on the battlefield and wasn't killed immediately.

Then the number of troops would only keep increasing.

The rest of the group remained silent, their expressions shifting from initial shock to disbelief and even a hint of fear.

Not long after, the battle gradually ended, and as the night wind blew, the lingering mist slowly dissipated.

Revealing a ground covered with corpses.

At the city gate, the towering orc had fallen, Fireblade's longsword had severed the orc's head.

Wu Heng led the team out of the alley and said, "Go check on the Iron Guard Knights. Make sure none of them die here, or we'll have a hard time explaining it."

"Got it!" The group nodded and headed toward the position where the Iron Guard Knights had been defending.

Wu Heng walked straight to the city gate.

He kicked the orc's severed head back and bent down to search the corpse.

Potions, smoke bombs, and a small pouch containing about a dozen silver coins.

As a core member of the Warhammer Party, he clearly wouldn't have just this little wealth.

He must have left his belongings outside before the battle.

Wu Heng placed the head back on the neck wound and directly cast [Raise Skeleton].

He didn't turn this corpse into a rotting corpse like the others for his own reasons.

He planned to keep this body as a personal guard.

After all, it had shown bravery in battle.

And being a core member of the Warhammer Party, its level couldn't be too low.

Necromantic magic enveloped the corpse, the flesh falling away as a towering orc skeleton over three meters tall rose from the remains.

[Skeletal Beast Warrior (Level 14)]

A level 14 Skeletal Beast Warrior, not bad at all.

"From now on, you'll still be called Blood Axe. Pick up your weapon," Wu Heng commanded.

The Skeletal Beast Warrior bent down, picked up the giant battle axe, and rested it on its shoulder.

Bagdong, Fireblade, and the current Blood Axe weren't that different in terms of level; relying on combat skills, they could make up for the gap.

However, just by appearance, the Blood Axe in front of him, standing close to 3.5 meters tall, was far more intimidating.

At that moment, footsteps approached from the side.

Duke, Marta, and the others arrived with the commander of the Iron Guard Knights.

The commander was a middle-aged man with short hair and a beard. They had met during a patrol before, but there wasn't much interaction.

His steps were unsteady, his face pale, and his armor bore many marks.

It seemed he had been through intense combat as well.

"Captain Wu Heng, thank you for your support," the commander said directly as he stepped forward.

Even though Wu Heng's methods had also affected the knights.

But from the current situation, it was clear the problem had been solved, and the city gate was closed again.

Even if he had complaints, he didn't dare voice them now.

There would be nowhere to seek justice even if he were killed.

Being polite was to his benefit.

Wu Heng looked him over and said bluntly, "How's your body? No issues?"

"No issues, I've already taken an antidote, and the others have begun treating the wounded," the commander replied.

Wu Heng nodded and continued, "So, how do you plan to handle things next?"

"According to the City Hall's orders, if the outer district faces an unstoppable situation, we are to immediately abandon the city wall area and retreat to the inner district's walls." The commander glanced at the closed city gate and said, "I plan to take the remaining guards and retreat to the inner district to also treat the injured."

Hearing this decision.

Marta and Duke exchanged worried glances.

They understood the implication of his words—he planned to abandon the outer district to protect the inner district's elites.

This would mean the residents of the outer district were doomed.

Given the ruthlessness displayed by the Warhammer Party, there wouldn't be many survivors among the outer district's residents.

Wu Heng said, "The gate is closed, and the core member leading the attack on this wall has already been killed by me. You're not in any danger. I hope you'll continue to command and defend the wall."

"But... Captain, this doesn't align with the orders from the City Hall," the commander responded.

"The City Hall's orders were to retreat if the walls couldn't be defended. Now that the walls are secure and the gate is closed, if you retreat now, you'll actually be disobeying those orders."

"This..."

The commander hesitated, glancing up at Wu Heng.

He knew the City Hall's orders better than anyone, and Wu Heng's words were a bit of a stretch.

But he also understood Wu Heng's intention.

At least, Wu Heng was still negotiating with him without breaking off relations entirely.

With Wu Heng insisting he defend the wall, the commander had no choice.

And as Wu Heng said, the gate was closed, the Warhammer Party had suffered heavy casualties, and it was unlikely they would continue their assault.

"Fine, I'll follow your advice and continue defending the city, but I'll need to send the wounded back to the inner district for treatment."

"That's fine."

"I'll go make the arrangements then."

The commander left.

Wu Heng glanced at his squad members and said, "You lot, come with me."

He led them into a nearby building.

......

Inside the empty building.

Two torches burned.

Duke removed his helmet and wiped his sweat. "Captain, what's going on?"

The others looked up as well.

Wu Heng's gaze landed on the rogue, Burke, and he said directly, "You were the one who led those gang members to approach the city wall, right?"

Everyone froze, turning to look at the rogue standing at the back.

Under the orange torchlight, the rogue's face looked exceptionally grim. "Captain, what do you mean? We were all together at the time. I was the one who woke you up, so how could I have led them to open the gate?"

The rogue still refused to admit it.

Bang~!

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet pierced the rogue's forehead, blood trickling down his brow.

His eyes widened as his body collapsed.

Everyone was stunned, some not even able to react.

The swordsman, Gaul Bory, instantly drew his sword, glaring at Wu Heng. "You dare to kill one of us?"