Chapter 189: I'm Human, and I Don't Need a Reason to Help My Own
2025-01-05 Author: Amnesty L
In the few breaths it took for most people to stand there dumbfounded, the mysterious figure in gray armor had already walked in from the perimeter.
That's right, it was like a stroll.
The figure only needed to swing the weapon in their hand, and all the obstructing Gray Dwarf soldiers were cleaved apart by a single sword strike, as if they were made of paper.
Alar trembled subconsciously. In the instant the figure casually swung their sword, she felt an immense and terrifying power.
It was just like when she was a child facing her Grandfather's anger, the kind of aura he would emit!
In Alar's vision, the gray-armored figure's entire body seemed to radiate an indescribable, terrifying might.
So strong!
She felt that if she were to stand before that person, she would likely end up just like these Gray Dwarf soldiers, sliced in half by a single sword strike.
"I'm going to kill you!!"
Seeing the large number of his kinsmen fall, the Gray Dwarf general's eyes immediately turned bloodshot as he roared and charged toward the figure in gray armor.
"Meteor Strike!"
While running, the Gray Dwarf general swung the meteor hammer in his hand, smashing it heavily toward the gray-armored figure.
Bang! Bang!
The meteor hammer was sliced in two by the gray-armored figure's sword. The heavy hammer heads separated in mid-air and slammed into the sand on either side with a dull thud.
The gray-armored figure lifted their head slightly, as if this was the first thing to catch their attention.
"Cleaved in two?" The Gray Dwarf general stood frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.
Swish!
A shadow enveloped the Gray Dwarf general, and in the next moment, a greatsword came slashing down.
Thump—
Under Alar's stunned gaze, the Gray Dwarf general, just like an ordinary Gray Dwarf soldier, was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.
The rune armor he wore, which could even defend against her attacks, seemed to offer no defense at all.
"Monster!"
"Monster!"
Following the death of the Gray Dwarf general, an atmosphere of terror spread, and all the Gray Dwarf soldiers screamed as they scattered in every direction.
Alar, who hadn't shown any fear even in her recent desperate situation, now had terror surfacing in her silver pupils.
She hurriedly returned to the remaining human soldiers, wanting to flee with them, but in the next moment, Alar extinguished that thought.
She could only watch!
The figure in gray armor merely flickered slightly and instantly vanished, reappearing like a series of afterimages in front of the fleeing Gray Dwarf soldiers.
Across the entire battlefield, only screams remained.
"We can't escape!"
Seeing the speed the figure displayed, Alar turned to look at the injured kinsmen behind her, knowing that besides herself, no one else could possibly escape.
"Go quickly, Alar."
"...!"
"We'll hold him back!"
Her battle-scarred kinsmen immediately ran over, their voices filled with both terror and determination as they urged Alar to leave.
"It wouldn't be so bad to die together."
Alar glanced at the anxious faces before her and, contrary to their expectations, revealed a somewhat stiff smile.
She wasn't good at smiling.
Soon.
Alar realized that the figure seemed to be targeting only the Gray Dwarves, showing no intention of attacking her group.
The screams gradually subsided as all the Gray Dwarf soldiers were slaughtered by that terrifying gray figure.
Whoosh!
The goshawk that had been hovering in the air now descended, landing on the gray-armored figure's shoulder.
The gray-armored figure turned and looked towards Alar's group.
The air became eerily quiet at this moment!
The blood of the Gray Dwarves had long since stained this stretch of sand red. Mutilated corpses, severed limbs, and ruptured organs were everywhere.
The thick, bloody scent constantly assaulted everyone's sense of smell. Even Alar's side, who had experienced many wars, couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines at such a scene.
The gap was too great!
"Who are you? Why did you help us?" Alar's voice trembled as she pursed her lips and asked loudly.
The gray-armored figure's strength was simply too immense. Nearly five hundred Gray Dwarf soldiers had been slaughtered by him alone. If he had wanted to kill them, they would already be dead!
In this Despair Valley, there was no such thing as help without a reason.
The gray-armored figure approached them, carrying the bloodstained, heavy greatsword, and everyone's heart tightened.
Hummm—
A slight vibration emanated from the figure's body.
The next moment.
The armor enveloping the gray-armored figure's body unbelievably transformed into a cloud of gray mist and was absorbed into his body.
A young man with black hair and a gentle face, appearing to be around the same age as Alar, materialized before all the humans. He was dressed in exquisite black clothes, the likes of which none of them had ever seen or could describe.
"I'm human. I don't need a reason to help my own people."
Tang Zheng's gaze was gentle as he looked at this group of humans who lived here, their faces sallow and gaunt.
Their hair colors varied, but were predominantly silver, and everyone's skin was wheat-colored. This group of humans didn't seem very old, estimated to be around 20 years of age.
If not for their recent battle with the Gray Dwarves, Tang Zheng would have mistaken this human army for a group of refugees.
They didn't even have decent armor or weaponry. Only the silver-haired girl at the front bore any resemblance to a common soldier from a human nation.
Alar's dry lips parted, her silver pupils staring at Tang Zheng's face in disbelief.
It wasn't just Alar; the other humans also stared at Tang Zheng in shock. But soon, everyone fell silent again.
"Esteemed powerhouse."
"Thank you for your assistance. We humans only have a few of our people left in this Despair Valley."
Alar planted the spear in her hand into the desert sand, raised her arms to her chest, and bowed deeply to Tang Zheng in gratitude:
"It is our honor to be the subject of your joke."
This valley, filled with all sorts of threats and hardships, is a world for the strong and powerful races, and they, the humans, were one of the weakest races in this valley.
If her grandfather hadn't stepped into the 'hero' realm and conquered one of the three great oases, their human race would have probably gone extinct long ago in the harsh environment of this valley.
Seeing that this group of people actually didn't believe he was human.
Tang Zheng was stunned for a moment. This was a situation he hadn't anticipated at all.
"Do you think if I were from another race, I would disguise myself as a human?" Tang Zheng let out a soft chuckle and said lightly.
Scree!
The goshawk on his shoulder also let out a sharp cry.
This was, of course, the Ghoul Dog in disguise.
After all, he knew too little about this mysterious region. Before rushing over, Tang Zheng had the Ghoul Dog put on a slight disguise.
He had originally intended to use magic, but after some thought, he decided that using the abilities of a warrior might make it easier to get closer to the humans of this region.
Alar blinked.
Indeed!
How could those proud powerhouses from other races possibly disguise themselves as weak humans?
"Are you really human?" Alar's voice was a bit hoarse, a tremor in her tone.
"Of course," Tang Zheng nodded. "I am a traveler. I suddenly appeared here after being hit by an unknown magic."
Traveler?
Magic?
Hearing these two completely unfamiliar words, the humans present had bewildered expressions on their faces.
Only Alar understood a little. She had once heard her grandfather mention that there were larger places outside of Despair Valley, as well as miraculous magic.
Perhaps her father knew something as well.
Previously, Alar hadn't paid it much mind. Those were all things far too distant. Their life in this valley was already difficult enough; they simply had no time to consider other matters.
"Can you save us?" Alar took a step forward, looking at Tang Zheng with reddened eyes.
"Alright."
Tang Zheng nodded. "So, can you tell me what the situation is right now?"
A moment later.
Tang Zheng finally had a basic understanding of the situation. It perfectly matched the information he had obtained using *Charm Species*.
The silver-haired girl before him had not lied.
He raised his head.
Tang Zheng looked behind the silver-haired girl at the roughly 50 remaining humans, each of them bearing injuries to some extent.
"Do you have any water?" Tang Zheng asked.
"We do."
A young man of about 20 looked at Tang Zheng with some trepidation and nodded, speaking in a low voice.
With a thought, Tang Zheng made five glass bottles of alchemical potion appear on the ground. "Pour these alchemical potions into your water pouches and mix them with water," he instructed. "Drink half, and pour the other half on your wounds."
After speaking.
Tang Zheng took out another alchemical potion and handed it to Alar. "Drink this."
Everyone stared blankly at the crystal bottles, which glittered with a crystal-clear light under the sun.
"What are you gawking at? Hurry up and do as the Lord commands," Alar shouted. Though she didn't understand why Tang Zheng wanted them to drink the liquid from these crystal bottles that looked like works of art, she still gave the order immediately.
(end of chapter)