What did you do with the dice?

The orders Sanita issued were concise and clear, without even a single redundant word: "The 13th Regiment's crossbow troops will retreat in an orderly manner, the 9th and 10th Regiments will advance, and cooperate with the 29th Regiment to escort their equipment forward, set up ladders and prepare to ascend the tower to engage in battle."

Although Zhu Lei's army did not coordinate well, the retreat of the 13th Regiment of Crossbowmen in front was a bit slow. Everyone saw that the battle was going in their favor, so they wanted to get some military merit and were reluctant to leave until they had shot all their arrows so that more of them could be left on the corpses (the military merit of the crossbow troops would be identified and distributed according to the arrow marks on the corpses).

This resulted in the troops at the rear being stuck. The infantry at the rear were also in a hurry, fearing that the enemy would run away if they were too late. They even started beating drums and gongs, completely forgetting Sani Tieta's order to march silently, and clamored for the friendly troops in front who were blocking the way to get out of the way quickly.

Those in front are also unwilling to accept it. Why did you pretend to watch from behind when we were firing on the top city wall just now, and now you are here to take the heads and want to have a share? Even if it was the order of Sanita, shouldn't you give us some "preparation" time?

If it weren't for military orders, the two sides would have almost started cursing at each other.

This dragged on for nearly fifteen minutes before the front and rear teams reluctantly exchanged positions. By the time the ladders were set up, there were almost no defenders left on the city wall, and the remaining ones were just suicide squads.

The middle-armored soldiers behind Zhu Lei ran up cursing to capture prisoners, but Sani Tieta did not give the order to enter the city, so he could only send people to find a place to plant Zhu Lei's flag, and then put up shields on the city wall, waiting for the long-range troops of the 14th Regiment to come up and set up bows and crossbows.

"I surrender, I surrender! I am a baronet. According to the wartime nobility regulations, you cannot kill me. My family will pay the ransom to redeem me."

Rusalka grabbed the young staff officer who had his hands raised. He was quite courageous, probably because he was very young, so he was touched by Girard's fearless spirit and resonated with it, so he did not run away, but he was still afraid in essence.

Rusalka was covered in blood, and he slashed his way through with the stick that was shining with holy light. Wherever he went, people and horses fell to the ground. Some were knocked out of the city wall and fell, while others turned into a blazing light and became fuel for the Holy Slash.

This ghostly appearance made people dare not approach him, so when they saw him, they knew he was coming for them. This young staff officer raised his hands faster than anyone else and shouted surrender louder than anyone else, so it was difficult for Rusalka to kill him.

Next to the staff officer was a wizard who looked as arrogant as a tyrant. Although his hands were tied behind his back, he held his head high and chest out, like a winner.

It took Rusalka a lot of effort to chase this mage. If he had wanted to escape, Rusalka, who had no ring position, might not have been able to catch up with him.

But halfway through his escape, he felt he had it all figured out and even turned back to cast a spell. However, when his most confident creation—the thick ice wall he thought could hold Rusalka back until dawn—was shattered to pieces by Rusalka's Holy Slash, he stood behind the ice wall admiring his masterpiece and wisely raised his hands immediately: "My strongest spell was broken by Master Sanitieta. Now I don't have time to prepare any more spells. I surrender to Master Sanitieta!"

He still thinks that Rusalka's stick must be a magic possessed by Sanita. It is said that the Lord of Pearl Tears is good at using a greatsword, but now he has a glowing stick. He killed his own knight with one stick and even broke the ice wall. If you say it was not given by Sanita, he will definitely not believe it.

Rusalka was not satisfied. What did that mean? How could she admit defeat and then choose another person? "What the hell? You lost to me!"

"What a joke! I only accept defeat to a stronger master. You are just a knight. Without the Grand Mage Sanita, you..."

Snapped!

"Tell me, knights are better than mages! Say it or not?! You don't want to say it, right? Oh, I have such a bad temper!"

Snapped!

So, although the wizard walked in a very arrogant manner, there was a swelling on his face and two distinct slap marks that almost overlapped each other. From the fact that he kept cursing Rusalka as a barbarian, a rude lunatic, a half-blood of the sea clan, and a scum of the knights as he walked, it was not difficult to tell who the owner of the slap marks was.

Rusalka watched Sani Iron Tower, who had flown up to the tower under everyone's protection. He didn't kill him immediately, after all, he had surrendered. But that didn't stop him from wanting his brothers to find an excuse to kill him. He pointed at the blue-robed mage and complained to him in the private chat: (Brother, you don't know, he was cursing me the whole way, acting so arrogant, saying that the army lost but he didn't, as if he would rather die than surrender. He has a big rebellious bone in his head, why not chop him off? People like him, if they stay in this world, they will only compete with plants for air.)

Sanitta knew what Rusalka had said to him. He could only say that he understood this kind of wizard who had become stupid from studying magic and had an inexplicable sense of superiority. However, when the wizard tower was first built, it was in need of cattle and horses. The opponent was at least a serious wizard. Through the test of the spell counter just now, it was even discovered that he could perform advanced magic. He was a useful person. If the opponent was not so stubborn, it would be quite useful to keep him.

But Rusalka hadn't finished reading the edict of punishment when, upon seeing Sanitieta, the blue-robed mage dropped to his knees. He leaned forward and said sincerely, "Respected Master Sanitieta, I'm defeated. I'm no match for you, but I still have my strengths. I believe I have some attainments in ice magic. I beg you to accept me as your disciple! I heard you recently established a mage tower, and I've long wanted to join your school. If you don't mind, I'd like to provide for your retirement."

He slid to his knees so quickly that even Rusalka, who considered himself Ochumelov's successor, was momentarily caught off guard. He had just called himself a half-blood mermaid, but was he really a pure-blooded chameleon?!

Rusalka: (Pooh! Disgusting! Where did Saslin come from? Get out!)

Sanitta thought he had been trained by the elves to be able to remain calm in the face of adversity, but he didn't expect that there was a master above this elf. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was indeed a little embarrassed: (Then will you still chop?)

Although Rusalka really didn't like him, when she thought about the fact that he was also a "law student", she felt less unacceptable: (Forget it, it's quite pleasant to see him licking you. This kind of academic licker should be kept. He is useful after all. He must be caught and given a hard time.)

Sanitta felt that Rusalka was too kind. Making prisoners work 996 was truly a blessing in this world. "Okay, but you have to make meritorious contributions while serving your sentence."

The other party was overjoyed. According to the rules, he kowtowed three times and planned to become his disciple on the spot. He had been stuck in the bottleneck of his magical attainments for twelve years and had been unable to make any progress. Moreover, he had no one to teach him and no one to ask questions. Now that this opportunity was in front of him, how could he not be eager for it?

Of course, if Rusalka, the old Chinese doctor, were to make the diagnosis, he would definitely come to the following conclusion: it was caused by playing a mage who used intelligence as the main attribute.

Indeed, if he had a system, he would probably realize that this was just the upper limit of his "intelligence" point card, which means that his talent has reached its limit. After that, he can either use external objects such as rare treasures or equipment to improve, or he can only learn slowly. It is hard to say how "slowly" this is. Without plug-ins, assuming that his intelligence is 14, then if he finds the right direction and practices hard for ten years, it is estimated that he can only increase it by about 0.5-0.8.

After all, Sanita is Sanita. He has the talent that allows him to be a "poet" and a "mage" at the same time, which is equivalent to the superposition of two magic professional talents in one. The superimposed learning ability is not 1+1=2, which is probably the difference between an IQ of 120 and an IQ of 240. Not to mention that he also has some abilities and expertise with hidden worldview effects such as [Diligent Genius] and [Battlefield Spellcaster] to improve his spell learning ability. Naturally, there is no bottleneck.

Sanitieta frowned, but before he could refuse, he heard Alijie yelling in dissatisfaction beside him: "What are you doing? You want to be the mage of our Pearl Tear Territory, and you haven't even asked for the opinion of me, the chief disciple of Master Sanitieta!"

Before Rusalka could tease his brother, Shana quickly took a shortcut through the battlements and rushed over, shouting, "I joined the sect at the same time as you! Why are you the chief? And what about me?"

Alice said as a matter of course: "Because I ate the cake a day earlier than you."

"You..." Shana thought about it and it seemed to be true. She was speechless and only regretted that she was too reserved at the time.

Although these two elves look very lively and a little bit oblivious to the people around them, it is normal for them. The humans around them are just like small animals in their eyes. What can't be said to their faces?

But in the eyes of the mage, the elves, as followers of the God of Nature, were all sharpshooters and powerful mages. He also preconceived that a master like Sanitta should have the bearing and strength to defeat masters of other races. Furthermore, bowing to an elf was not a loss of face. So, he turned to the two elves and said, "Okay, seniors, I will work hard to gain your approval."

Although judging from the age, this blue-robed mage has to fight Sanita for at least two rounds, and is also three rounds older than the two elves with youthful looks, Alijie and Shana, but the seniority of mages is probably so confusing. Talent is king. You call me uncle and I call you senior. It's up to each of us to call each other uncles.

Sanita was speechless.

Rushaka is amused.

Alijie and Shana were happy.

Everyone has a bright future.

Sanita looked at Rusalka and said, "Come to think of it, I've been wanting to ask you since the beginning. Why do you keep making that ringing sound? It's constant and noisy. Are you a pet from somewhere?"

Rusalka then remembered the [Bell to Steal the Ears] he was carrying. He gave it to Sanitita and threw it into the patched space of his robe. Silence finally returned to the auditory world of the people within thirty meters around him.

After Rusalka explained the origin of the bell, Sanita looked at him with an expression of "as expected," and then added: "Yes, I am Phoenix's dog."

Sanita: (What breed are you? Why are you barking so fiercely?)

Rusalka: (I am the wolf warrior among the bootlickers, known as Dreadclaw Reinhardt.)

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The battle to climb the tower was over, and torches were gradually lit in the camp. The troops inside did not intend to fight to the end. According to the opinions of the legion commanders and the correct tactical thinking, everyone began to gradually withdraw from this stronghold with supplies and retreat northward to the big city, retaining their manpower to defend the city.

Rusalka picked up a giant sword from the side and tied the magic weapon to it. He found that the giant sword was more convenient to use.

Next, he would rush into the fortress and have a real life-and-death duel with the three giant dragons that were nowhere to be found, especially the fire dragon Garces that slaughtered his own town. He thought there should be supplies here before the battle, such as a safe place for him to sleep for eight hours and take a long rest.

Unfortunately, this world is the real world, and the three dragons B did not give Rusalka a chance to rest. Instead, they flew up from the roof very gracefully, looking down at the human soldiers in the stronghold who were fleeing like ants after a dam broke, and the Rusalka army who were gradually lighting torches on the city wall.

Sanita had almost no hesitation. When he saw the dragon clan appear, he blew the retreat horn.

As expected, Garces, a man born of evil and chaos, fanned the flames of the existing chaos as soon as he appeared, bringing even greater disorder. "Torches? Haha, how can you humans illuminate a battlefield worthy of me with these inferior flames? Let me show mercy and help you! Flammen, reinigt dieses Land (Flames, purify this land)."

Its daybreak.

But unlike the city of Hendalia, the sky at this moment turned into a burning golden red.

As the dragon language magic was cast, a huge red magic circle with a dragon head painted on it suddenly unfolded around Garces, instantly illuminating the entire night sky. Then, an even more dazzling rain of fire poured down from the magic circle, and wherever it passed, it turned into a raging sea of ​​fire, mercilessly devouring the lives of countless wailers.

Metal, wood, tents, and buildings all burned, melted, crumbled, and collapsed in the sea of ​​fire, as if a god had unleashed his wrath, completely purifying the area with a giant dragon flame so violent it gave people a sense of sacred equality.

In the raging fire, countless rich life forces floated up from the ground and were slowly absorbed into the body of Phoenix on the city wall. Hydra could also feel the life forces around Phoenix constantly being pulled in and absorbed like a vortex. After hesitating for a long time, he walked over and quietly held Phoenix's hand.

The latter looked at her and shook his head. Without stopping his behavior, he said calmly, "I need strength."

Hydra advised, "Sister, I know you're still thinking about revenge for Roland and the Shadow Association, but hatred can blind us. In all the scenes I've seen, you're no match for Theresa, and neither am I. Strength alone won't win her over. She possesses an inner self and obsession far more terrifying than mere strength. And Roland's hatred can't be solved by killing alone. That's why I chose the Holy Light, and why Roland told me to choose the Holy Light."

Phoenix: "Sister, I can't see the future, but I'm very happy now. How about you?"

Hydra was speechless for a moment, and finally lowered his head and let go of his hand weakly.

Rusalka looked at the people struggling in the flames. Although they had been his enemies before, now they were nothing more than a group of pitiful humans who were helpless and slaughtered at will before the dragons. He couldn't help but feel pity: (Why didn't they counter his magic?)

Sani Iron Tower: (What a waste of rings! I've already withdrawn the Pearl Tear Army in advance, just to prevent this move. As long as our combat effectiveness is not lost, it's fine. Be careful, it's coming!)

The dragon's breath swept across the top of the city quickly, and Sani Tieta and the rest of the people immediately showed their magical powers, jumped off the city wall area, and entered the inner city.

Only Rusalka remained unshaken in the blazing flames on the city wall, raising her sword and pointing it at Garces in the air.

"You only know how to bully the weak flying lizard. I, the Holy Knight Rusalka, will grind you to dust and bring justice to the heavens!"

Garces stood facing the wind, arms folded across his chest, flapping his wings. "Haha, Paladin? Come on then. I want to see how many times you can be resurrected, you arrogant ant disguised as a human."

The next moment, the Sani Iron Tower finished chanting, and the no-fly halo directly enveloped the area.

As the three giant dragons fell from the sky, Rusalka suddenly jumped up from the top of the city wall and pounced on their position in the air.

The dragon-slaying battle of Kalbes officially began.

Chapter 242: Garces Red Lotus Annihilation Battle (Part 1)

When the world was in darkness, the first ray of flame brought light and new life, and endowed all things with beauty.

When the world is no longer cold, the excess flames take away hope and life, and devour the peace of balance.

The blazing Kalbes Fortress looked like a blooming red lotus at this moment.

To celebrate its new life, it is necessary to add some life as firewood and nutrients.

When the red lotus blooms and dyes the sky, it becomes Garces' favorite duel stage, a battlefield intertwined with dazzling death and fire.

Rusalka leaped up and swung her sword, slashing at Garces who was falling from the sky because his wings could not flap effectively due to the forbidden flying technique. However, the latter seemed to be in such a disadvantageous state where he could not move, but he grinned grimly, and suddenly adjusted the direction of his body in mid-air, dodging Rusalka's sword, rushed to the back of Rusalka, grabbed the back of his neck, and then dived to the ground.

No-fly zones can only deprive people of air resistance, but cannot prevent flying due to magical effects. Obviously, dragons have the ability to fly without relying on wings.

The same was true for the two thunder dragons beside him. The injured Leah turned into a ball of lightning and flew out of the fortress, wanting to destroy Rusalka's army, while Lipa rushed towards Hydra, the "old enemy", intending to avenge her previous humiliation.

But this time, beside the black cat with its golden wings spread, there was a white cat ready to emerge from the fog at any time. In the first round of the fight, Phoenix pierced her from behind to the chest.

As her body fell rapidly, Rusalka heard the sound of wind whistling in her ears. Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, she laughed and said, "Tian Ji's horse racing? But your horse is not good enough."

"Haha, do you still have the mind to talk nonsense? Take care of yourself first!"

The man and the dragon instantly crashed into the blazing fire. Seeing that Rusalka was still very angry, Garces suddenly grabbed him and then smashed him to the ground.

Rusalka: (I look like I was caught by the ultimate move of the "Beast" in DOTA2. BKB, please save me.)

Before his good brother could complain, Rusalka, who was constantly seeing the [Blunt Impact Immunity] prompt, found that his [Awakening Aura] state had ended and his body was no longer flashing. Then he remembered that he should have something shining, so he directly activated [Eel Transformer] to get out of the captured state. He also found that the physical damage caused by the opponent was very low. Remembering that each battle would be automatically activated, and the [Frenzy] state would be restored after a short rest, he seized the opportunity and swung the sword quickly to hit Garces' arm, which was thrown into the air due to inertia.

Unfortunately, due to the [Eel Transformer], Rusalka only had one ring slot on her body, so she could only use this small ring to activate the Holy Slash. This holy light blew Garces' arm into a bloody paste, but the splashing blood still caused "high temperature" damage to Rusalka.

This guy is simply amazing, "Sunfire, Thornmail, and Landry, hitting me is like hitting yourself", right?

Garces's heartbeat, like a drum, echoed from his chest as his injured arm, enveloped in golden flames, gradually healed. He looked at Rusalka with a look of superior disdain. "What? I can recover, too. Is that unbelievable? You know, in ancient times, besides the great gods, only true dragons like us were truly immortal. I happen to be a descendant of the red dragon. As for my two wives being harmed by you, it's simply because they are inferior dragons from side branches."

Family, who knows what he's talking about? Are you a little overconfident, thinking everyone cares about your dragon affairs?

Sanitita: (Is that so? No wonder the Church of the Goddess of Wealth split apart in history. It turns out there was a disagreement between the True Dragons and their offshoots.)

Okay, brother, you get it.

Rusalka didn't know the history of this world, and he even had a vague understanding of Earth's history, but he was clear on one thing: the berserk state only lasted 100 seconds. He didn't care about his dragon-like immortality; he had a health bar, so why didn't you? Just pick up the knife and kill a few times before worrying about whether he would die.

Fire is the most violent attribute among all magical attributes, and the red dragon that inherited the talent of fire also inherited this violence accordingly. Garces is the only character who dares to confront Rusalka head-on in human form, and even if Rusalka uses violence, Garces is still in the upper hand. The two exchanged three moves, claws and blades clashing, punches hitting the flesh, and neither side is on guard. Rusalka's three Holy Slashes shattered his chest until the ribs were almost visible, leaving only the scales on the heart intact; and Garces's flaming dragon claws and sudden breath also caused 124 points of damage to Rusalka. Even in the fourth move, his strength crushed Rusalka's value, and he directly pushed the greatsword in Rusalka's hand back, and then completely melted it with a breath of dragon breath.

This ordinary white broadsword was so weak that Rusalka had no choice but to throw it away and tried to create distance by holding the glorious clamshell shield with the open medal left on it.

However, although Garces was a proud dragon, he was very decisive in the battle. While quickly recovering from his injuries, he used his long tail like an iron whip to push Rusalka back several meters, and then spit out a breath of hot fire dragon breath.

Rusalka raised his clamshell shield to block the fire, splitting it in two in front of him. Garces took advantage of the gap when Rusalka was resisting and sent a blazing fire behind him. The fire exploded at the landing point and knocked Rusalka away. He also laughed and turned into a fireball that hit his abdomen, pushing him into the air, and then like a falling meteor, it brought him down to the ground.

Watching Rusalka's shattered flesh flying from the ground and then reorganizing itself in her armor, Garces sneered, "Haha, besides your immortality and this powerful holy light, you don't seem to have any other means. No matter how strong a human is, they're still just humans. Even if an ant evolves into a rat, it will still be easily crushed. However, the mermaids' so-called immortality is only seen in the eyes of the weak outsiders. In reality, how many times can you be resurrected?"

Rusalka wiped the nonexistent sweat from her face, pulled a giant sword from thin air, and started cursing in the private chat: (Damn it, this bastard hasn't a drop of sweat or effort on his body, it's all talent and stats. I have 20 points of strength, and he's crushed me. He's also immortal. I've never had such a wonderful start. Is this the "Super Magic Knight - True Red-Eyes Dragon Knight"? As worthy of being the first emperor to enter the list, he can actually kill an invincible fish like me. You're a dragon, that's fine. But no, brother~ The black and white cat and the elf next door are off to deal with that little thunder dragon. If you don't come to help, I'm really going to go AFK and take a shower.)

Sanitta was used to Rusalka putting pressure on his teammates, knowing that the more trash-talking his teammates did, the better their form was, so he said with a smile, "It's okay. You can hold him back with your trash talk for a while while I secretly prepare my spells. Then it'll be your turn to have some fun."

Rusalka: (Really, bro? 1111.)

With his brother's promise, Rusalka suddenly became more confident. It was just a matter of stalling for time. He was such a professional! The plagiarist came online: "I admit that you are a worthy opponent. I am Rusalka, the Great Knight of Pearl Tears. Tell me your name! Dragon!"

"Hmph, playing human tricks? Trying to delay your own death? Or perhaps using this pointless method to gain the courage to face me?" Although Garces still looked disdainful, he was indeed easily fooled. He stopped his attack, crossed his arms, and proudly raised his head as he replied, "But you are the only weak creature who has survived this long in my presence, so I allow you to die after hearing my full name. This is an honor you deserve. Worship me! I am the Red Dragon Baron, the oldest dragonborn, the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, Garces of the Red Lotus Wings."

Rusalka said righteously, "Well, Garces, before we fight to the death, I want to ask you why you destroyed our home and slaughtered my people!"

Garces chuckled. "There aren't so many questions and answers in the world. If I had to give a reason, it would be that I did it because I wanted to."

Even Rusalka, a time traveler, couldn't help but fly into a rage after hearing Garces' seemingly perfunctory answer: "Asshole, what do you think of their lives? If we were your enemy, we should be prepared to face death. But those townspeople are innocent, and you arbitrarily decide their fate just for your own selfish interests!"

Garces glanced at Lipa, who had been blasted into her original form by Hydra's holy light and then knocked from the air by a golden hammer. He turned his gaze away indifferently, flew high into the air, and growled at Rusalka, "Will you repent for every blade of grass you accidentally trampled on? Power is the rule. Come on, use whatever tricks you have to please me. I'm already impatient. If this conversation hasn't prepared you, then you can only die!"

After saying that, Garces swooped down quickly. Rusalka raised her shield to block, but the opponent's dragon claws and flames were more powerful than divine weapons, making the gap in the clam shell shield bigger and bigger.

Under desperation, Rusalka could only fight back, and her sharp claws pierced through his chest, pulling out his beating heart and crushing it, while Rusalka's greatsword also hit the opponent's neck. Although it could only advance half an inch, the subsequent holy light also broke about one-third of his neck, and even the shape of the spine could be seen.

However, Rusalka's resurrection was time-limited, and Garces, despite receiving what looked like a fatal injury, pursued her without a care, completely burning Rusalka's body to ashes.

Ten seconds later, Rusalka was forced to crush his life dice and re-condense his body for the fifth time. After escaping from near death, he was unable to move and could only watch Garces grinning and waving his claws at his head.

At this moment, Sanita activated the spell directly, and the target was naturally Garces.

Countless ethereal chains shot out from the activated staff at the feet of the Sani Tower, directly crossed the space, wrapped around Garces' body, and locked him tightly.

The latter originally thought that this kind of trivial physical magic would be of no use to him as a dragon. After all, all true dragons have strong resistance to magic below the high level.

But he soon discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to break free from these chains that seemed to have little pulling force.

Flames exploded from all around him, knocking Rusalka to the ground. Fortunately, he had 25 HP when he was resurrected this time, and this explosion took away 20 HP, so he was still barely alive. On the other hand, Garces couldn't break free even with his explosive magic power.