It's not an easy task to retreat in the midst of chaos.

The humans and elves launched a frenzied counterattack, with bullets harvesting lives indiscriminately.

In the end, the Dark Elves lost over seventy percent of their forces before they could safely retreat to the Dark Forest.

In this battle, the human and elf alliance achieved a great victory.

The greatest contributor was undoubtedly the sniper who never showed his face.

Back beside the Purple Wisteria Spirit Tree, everyone cleaned the battlefield, piling the corpses of the Dark Elves and the Black Beasts together for the elves to drag away later and for the Tree God to purify their fallen souls.

"Where is that sniper? I want to meet him."

The man in green clothes with a short beard looked around.

The others also turned their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.

What kind of person was that terrifying battlefield god of death?

Several images flashed through their minds: a stern military elite, a dark assassin with a mechanical eye, a long-haired unrestrained wild hunter...

However, when the figure carrying the long sniper rifle appeared in view, everyone was stunned.

It was a tall, upright young man with a stern face, his gaze as calm as an unruffled lake. Despite so many eyes staring at him, his expression showed no sign of discomfort.

He looked like someone with an extremely firm inner resolve.

"So the Headshot Demon is this young."

"Yeah, I thought he was a man in his forties or fifties."

"Being so young and able to snipe Tier Four experts, the Headshot Demon has limitless potential."

The whispers reached Qin Tian's ears, and he twitched slightly, silently complaining in his heart.

What the heck is Headshot Demon?

Can't you come up with some nicer names?

"Qin Tian!!"

Alan shouted Qin Tian's name, running over excitedly, saying:

"You were so amazing just now, you almost single-handedly changed the entire battle situation."

Qin Tian smiled faintly, not speaking, but to others, it appeared like the demeanor of a thoroughly cool expert.

Da, da, da

At this time, a team of elf warriors came over.

The elf captain at the forefront stood in front of Qin Tian, surveying him before saying seriously:

"This esteemed human warrior, what is your name?"

"Qin Tian."

"Qin Tian."

The elf captain repeated, then earnestly said: "Qin, without you just now, we might have lost the Purple Wisteria Spirit Tree, and the casualties would have been even more tragic. On behalf of everyone present, I want to say thank you to you."

Qin Tian nodded, calmly accepting the elf captain's gratitude.

"Qin Tian, so that's his name."

"The name has a nice ring to it, but I still feel Headshot Demon suits him better."

"Headshot Demon, those four characters are a bit much, how about calling him Brother Headshot."

"I think that name works!"

I'll blow your ****

Qin Tian's forehead veins twitched; what kind of ridiculous nicknames are these, can't they come up with something better?

"Qin, we will clean the battlefield first, and when we return to the battalion, the battle achievements will be tallied. The Elf Race will not treat any brave warrior who fights for the elves unfairly." The elf captain said seriously.

"Okay!"

Qin Tian nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

The Silver Moon Tribe is the Elf Royal Family, their treasury is certainly much more abundant than the Golden Oak Tribe's.

As the Elf Guard left, the man in green clothes with a short beard immediately approached, a carefree smile on his face:

"Brother Qin Tian, my name is Feng Mochuan, I am the leader of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps, and also the captain of Team 15, shall we get to know each other?"

Feng Mochuan reached out his hand to Qin Tian.

Qin Tian stepped forward half a step and shook Feng Mochuan's right hand.

Seeing this, Feng Mochuan's smile widened, and he said:

"Brother Qin Tian, your spear technique is truly impressive, to kill a Tier Four Dark Elf with a shot, if not for you, I would have lost at least seven or eight brothers, I also need to thank you for my brothers."

"Just a small matter."

Qin Tian smiled faintly. Compared to the aggressive and overbearing Brother Lei, Feng Mochuan gave off a very pleasant feeling, and since Feng Mochuan is the mercenary corps leader, this contrast makes the Huoshan Mercenary Corps seem even more unbearable.

"Director Feng, Director Feng!"

At this moment, a young man with a wounded left shoulder ran over, his face full of anxiety:

"My friend is barely hanging on, do you have any elixirs left, please give one to sustain my friend's life, when we return we will definitely repay you doubly."

"Xiaohan, where is your friend, take me to see his injuries!" Feng Mochuan said with a serious expression.

"This way, this way."

Xiaohan quickly led the way, and Qin Tian also went to join in the excitement.

They saw a slender young man dressed in black lying on the ground, his clothes open, revealing a sunken chest with a clear cyan handprint.

The young man's lips were blackened, on the brink of death, seemingly having little time left.

After checking the injuries, Feng Mochuan shook his head helplessly:

"Xiaohan, it's not that I don't want to save him, it's just that his injuries are too severe, my elixirs cannot save him."

Hearing this, tears almost fell from Xiaohan's eyes as he pleaded:

"Director Feng, can you try once, regardless of the elixir, we will surely repay you afterwards."

"Xiaohan, it's not an elixir issue."

Feng Mochuan explained: "If an elixir really worked, I, Feng Mochuan, would not hesitate, but his heart pulse is already shattered, the injuries are too severe, it's not something the elixirs I have can resolve."

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Xiaohan's eyes were red, the whole person falling into despair, the injured person was his dearest friend, they had been through so much together, closer than brothers.

He could not accept his closest friend dying in front of him like this.

"Sigh~"

Feng Mochuan sighed, if there was an elf skilled in Life Magic around, perhaps they could prolong his life, however, even among the Elves, those who master Life Magic are exceedingly rare, and these elves mainly stay in the frontline camps, seldom appearing on the first battlefield.

He also did not wish to see a young life perish like this, yet war is this cruel.

Everyone dies

including himself.

"Da Peng!"

Xiaohan knelt heavily on the ground, the stones digging painfully into his bones, his hands shaking as he held onto his friend's shoulders, his throat releasing shattered sobs as hot tears fell in large drops onto the other's pale face, forming rivers mixed with dust and blood, while the body in his arms grew colder inch by inch.

"I can save him."

At this moment, a calm voice came from the crowd.

Hearing this, Xiaohan turned his head sharply, Feng Mochuan and the onlookers also turned to look at one person.

Qin Tian walked over slowly, green threads of light sprouting from his palm, connecting them with the injured person under the gaze of everyone.

A stream of life force was extracted from the surrounding flowers, grasses, and trees, and transmitted into the injured person's body.

Gradually, a hint of blush appeared on the injured person's face, and his chest began to rise and fall.

Seeing this scene, the place erupted instantly.

Qin Tian, the fearsome sniper, turned out to be a "healer"?

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