What did you do with the dice?

The wolf cavalry captain and the fox witch who were watching below naturally noticed the unusual situation on Rusalka's side. After all, his side had the most wolf cavalry surrounding it, but they could only see wolf heads flying out, bodies being split in two and falling down, or people and their mounts falling off the edge of the city wall.

Rusalka was covered in blood, as if she was soaked in a pool of blood from head to toe. The blood pools around her gathered into a small river, flowing down along the corner of the wall, painting this section of the wall with bright red dye.

His entire body was covered in sticky blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was the wolf cavalry's blood or his own.

But in the eyes of the enemy, no matter how many times this guy was stabbed or where he was stabbed, he could stand there silently, his hands and feet were intact, and there was no sign of scars on his armor.

There were even several times when the wolf claws had pierced into the gaps in the opponent's armor, which should have blinded the opponent's eyes, but the opponent acted as if nothing had happened. He simply chopped off the head of the wolf that was unable to move due to its claws stuck in the gap, and drew his sword to cut the fallen cavalry in half.

Then he would calmly thrust his greatsword aside, and while constantly being stabbed, he would gracefully reach out and tear the half claw out of his helmet, and then smash it at another wolf rider next to him. Then, with a twist of his fingers, he would flip the ridiculously large sword in his hand as easily as a butterfly knife, and then he would kill the next unlucky guy.

It was unknown what the cavalrymen were thinking, but even the war wolves, who were always known for their bravery and brutality, scratched the stone ground with their claws restlessly when facing him. They no longer rushed forward to bite him recklessly like their dead companions. It was obvious that the war wolves had been frightened by the murderous aura of Rusalka and became a little scared.

The emotions of animals are the most straightforward and simple. Once one wolf shows fear, all the surrounding wolfs will start to shrink back. No matter how the wolf riders beat and scold them, they dare not rush forward mindlessly again.

The encirclement expanded incredibly little by little. Rusalka stood in the middle. Seeing that they finally got the point, she began to attack them actively.

This scene stunned the wolf cavalry commander holding a telescope. Even the six-tailed fox priestess sitting in the command room was slightly stunned: "The immortality of the mermaids? No, that's not right. Immortality does not mean they are invulnerable to swords and guns. They can also be injured. If the core in their head is pierced, they will still die.

There were no signs of magic line manipulation on his body, and he did not look like a summoned creature like a golem.

With such terrifying defense and physical strength, could he be a descendant of the legendary guardian knight family from the founding of the Kingdom of Sneedi? Tsk, even among the weak human race, there are occasionally one or two powerful individuals.

Unfortunately, she guessed wrong. Although the thing she imagined in her head did exist, yes, it was the family of the Great Duke of God, but Rusalka certainly could not be a guardian knight.

He is much scarier than the Guardian Knight because he is a scoundrel and a strong man with a DIY module.

Let me ask you if you are afraid of the law of cause and effect skills.

As long as this group of wolf riders don't suddenly burst out with a magic weapon that can automatically switch damage types, with their all-standard scimitars and the single ridiculous slashing damage, Rusalka with Hamlet's shield can take a nap and then get up to fight them without any problem.

Just as he was killing everyone, he felt the exchange from the Sani Tower.

To be precise, it was sensing that Sanita had launched his legendary move: Castling.

But the target of the translocation was not him, but something else, because Sanita probably knew that Rusalka's current position was not suitable for teleportation.

But he did send a message asking for help: (Brother Xiao, the enemy is at least level 13, we're about to be wiped out, hurry up, help!)

Level 13? So exciting?

Rusalka instantly ignored the wolf riders who were treating him as a formidable enemy, changed direction, and ran towards his brothers.

Chapter 97: Mingyue City Defense (8)

Gorol was a born slave. He was obviously a member of the noble Rhine tribe, but from the day he was born, he was deemed to have filthy blood flowing in his body and was branded with the stigma of slavery.

That's right, he is a dragonborn. Dragons in this world symbolize strength, but they are also envied because of their excessive strength. The dragon's arrogant and contemptuous character means that any creature facing them can only have the relationship of "submission" or "resistance". Therefore, the dragonborn, a species that is born powerful, has been labeled the world's public enemy - if I can't beat the dragon, why can't I beat you?

It's funny to say that there are many good dragonborn in the world, just like there may be good goblins in the Goblin Slayer worldview, but the whole world is hostile to dragonborn. If they are in the territory of the Kingdom of Snidi, they will be captured by wizards for research. If they are in the territory of Esdi, they will be regarded as evil and attacked by paladins. The same is true for other countries. Even the dragons themselves look down on their mixed-race descendants and prohibit mixed-races from entering the island.

Only the Aiel Empire, a country that advocates the use of force and is regarded by the outside world as a barbaric country that eats raw meat and drinks blood, is willing to give the Dragonborn the minimum level of acceptance - they will treat them as slaves and train them to be gladiators.

The same goes for Golor. Ever since he stopped drinking wolf milk, he has been thrown into a cruel training ground for training. His daily life consists of fighting with monsters, then returning to the cage to rest, fighting again, and resting again, over and over again.

Until one day, the trainers told him: He graduated.

This does not mean that he can end such a life, but it symbolizes that he will truly begin to use his life and all his life's learning to enter the real arena of life and death to please the high-ranking aristocratic audience.

In the El Empire, the distinction between noble and inferior bloodlines is even more serious than in the Snidi Kingdom. For a slave like him, there is no way to leave the cell and the arena unless he can complete the most brutal challenge in the arena, kill the previous champion, and take the title of champion himself.

Like most slave fighters, his life was like a frog in a well, and he only went through three places: the prison cell, the arena, and the battlefield.

On the day of his official graduation, he and a group of orcs of other races who were also slaves were escorted by guards to an arena called "Blood Song".

All the slaves were tightly shackled and locked in iron cages covered with black cloth, unable to see anything outside.

Just on this road that they had walked countless times, an accident happened. This small escort team was attacked by a human slave-hunting team.

Gorol was not clear about the course of the battle, he only knew that the human side was the winner in the end.

There were corpses everywhere. The surviving slave-hunting team member lifted the black cloth covering his cage. When he was shocked by the vastness of the outside world, those people pointed at him and whispered to each other:

"Tsk, I thought it was some good stuff, but it turned out to be a dirty Dragonborn. Damn, this is bad luck."

"Forget it, forget it. Luckily, there are two underage Filins in this caravan, one black and one white, with pure fur. They look like they're going to be used as tribute toys for those disgusting long-haired lions. What a pleasant surprise! I guarantee that the nobles will like them. If we sell them together, I estimate they can fetch several thousand gold coins."

"Haha, now that you put it that way, I feel much better. Brothers, after all, our trip wasn't in vain. So, what do we do with this unlucky guy?"

"We need to walk back through the suburban roads of Esdi. This guy is too big to carry. Even if we do, we won't get a good price for him. We can only sell him to mages as spell materials. I don't want to deal with those lunatics, so we might as well just leave him here. These two Filins are enough to earn me money anyway."

"Okay, then let's see if there are any good things left on the bodies of those guards. Just pick up some and leave."

Two short sentences determined Grol's fate. He only saw the humans leaving with several other prison carts carrying other orc slaves.

Although in the end, Gorol was "rescued" by the guards who arrived late, he finally arrived at the arena smoothly.

But from that day on, a seed took root in Gorol's heart - the world is so big, I want to go see it.

----

He is very strong. The bloodline of dragon descendants also has different degrees of purity, and he inherited the most crucial part: the heart of the dragon.

But when he became the champion and applied to leave, the owner of the arena turned against him. He did not agree to let Golor, a cash cow, leave this place and threatened him.

He gave Gorol two choices: either stay and continue to be the king of the arena. Except for occasional exhibition matches and killing those foolish challengers, Gorol enjoyed all the "freedom" in the arena.

But if he did not choose this, but chose another kind of "freedom", then I am afraid that only corpses could be carried out of this arena.

The angry Gorol killed the opponent on the spot. While being chased and blocked by a group of guards, he rushed out of the arena, killing everyone in his way.

However, in addition to the brief freedom, what greeted him were the Rhine Guards who sealed off his residence the next day, and the six-tailed Fox Warlock.

Although he was very brave, he eventually fell and was captured by the mysterious power of the curse.

It was thought that he would be executed on the spot, but those powerful figures seemed to have other ideas, so he was locked up in a dark dungeon day after day.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the fox witch who had used a spell to make his consciousness chaotic appeared before him again.

"The great empire is about to launch a war against the Kingdom of Snidi. As long as you can win the upcoming battle to seize the city, we will give you freedom."

In the darkness, a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened.

The heavy breathing stirred up the dust on the ground, and the heartbeat gradually grew stronger, as strong and powerful as a drumstick hitting the drum.

A hoarse growl, accompanied by the clanking of chains, slowly echoed in the dungeon:

"It's a promise..."

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Sky, sunshine, forest, earth.

Also, the long-awaited fight.

Gorol once believed that humans were powerful. When he first saw humans, they killed the guards while chatting and laughing, and easily decided their own fate with a few words.

Therefore, during the nearly one hundred years in the arena, he constantly honed himself and became stronger, so that when he regained his freedom one day, his fate would not be decided by humans again.

And now, he is undoubtedly successful.

The greatsword pierced through the knight in front of him, whose body was flashing with golden flames. Ignoring the torn wound on his waist, Golor pulled up the piece of iron welded on the battlement with his backhand, and then smashed it hard at the mage in the distance who was protected by everyone and whom he deeply feared.

The wizard deployed a barrier to block the attack, but during this gap, Grol had already killed the last two knights around him.

In the past, I was imprisoned for countless years because I lost to this mysterious power. Now, those Fox warlocks have carved some runes on my body. It is said that these runes can fight against these Snidi wizards.

Gorol didn't know whether it was useful or not. Even if it wasn't, he would choose to bet his life here without hesitation for the sake of freedom.

But now it seems that the Vulpix Warlock did not lie to him. When the magic of that wizard came into contact with his body, it was completely absorbed by the strange runes drawn on his body by these witches.

The surrounding knights, though all brave and skilled in combat, were fearless, even willing to sacrifice themselves to disrupt him, giving their teammates the chance to exploit his weaknesses. To protect the mage, they rushed forward one after another, unhesitating even when they knew their ultimate fate was death.

Unfortunately, Gorol had seen too many fearless opponents like this in his long career in the arena. He had even defeated monsters the size of small buildings. These were just tiny humans in front of him, and they couldn't even withstand a single one of his moves.

The man who looked like their leader was also the only one who could fight with him for a few rounds. The annoying flame was still burning on Gorol's chest, and a burning smell kept coming from his chest.

However, in the face of the dragon's heart's resilience and the runes' absorption power, the golden flame could only continue to singe his skin, which was also constantly regenerating. After launching this attack, the captain was hit head-on in the chest by himself, and he also followed up with the three consecutive hits he had used to break a tower shield into four pieces in the arena.

If his teammates had not risked their lives to drag him away, perhaps he would have completed the decapitation mission ordered by the warlock.

However, such a critical injury would take at least ten days or half a month to recover.

Gorol drew his sword and took a deep breath.

There were no living people around. Even the wolf riders did not choose to climb the wall nearby because they were afraid of him. As for the human soldiers, they had all turned into corpses, just like the fight to the death of a hundred people in the arena. He was the last one alive, and it was natural that he was the last one alive.

How many did he kill that time? At least fifty.

This time, twenty people? Thirty people? Far less than that.

But it doesn't matter, there are still many humans, and he will soon be able to continue killing, breaking the record of his career, letting the blood wash over his body, and celebrating his freedom and new life.

And now, his only opponent is the mage opposite who is hiding and teleporting all the time.

Oh, there is one last knight left by his side. It seems that he was the one who stabbed his thigh first, then had his arm broken by a hammer, and then ran away?

Humans are really strange. This is not a closed arena. Since he was able to survive, and I chose to let him go because he was the first one to hurt me, why would he come back to die?

Komodo's left hand hung limply, and his left arm and arm shield were flattened by the opponent's hammer.

After briefly retreating to recover his energy and stabilize his injuries, he realized his left arm wouldn't work any time soon. He discarded the heavy sword he couldn't lift with one hand, stubbornly unsheathed it, and returned to Sanitieta's support position. "Sir Sanitieta, you should withdraw from the city wall first and have the central magic cannon fire at him. This guy's regenerative ability is terrifying. Not even the paladin's flames could burn through his skin. I'm afraid only the magic cannon and the dragon hunting crossbow can effectively damage him."

Sanita: "What about you?"

Komodo replied, "I'll hold it back so the magic cannon can hit it. We must kill it here, otherwise if we let it run to the other side, my brothers will die. They are no match for him."

Gorol whispered, "Choose an honorable death in battle? Fine!"

He roared, bent his legs slightly, and then jumped suddenly, leaping a distance of dozens of meters, and then jumped down with a powerful and heavy attack.

Komodo didn't dare to take the attack head-on. He quickly moved to the left to avoid the slash, then raised the long sword in his right hand, mobilized the energy in his meridians, and pierced the opponent's throat like lightning.

But the sword was grasped by Gorol's palm. He completely ignored his cut and bleeding palm, and bent the blade of the sword with a grin. Then, in Komodo's incredulous eyes, he loosened his hand holding the giant sword, raised his right fist and hit Komodo's chest at a high speed.

“Ugh—”

Komodo's body was knocked five or six meters away by a punch and fell heavily to the ground. Ignoring the dry heaves caused by physical discomfort, he quickly slapped the ground and stood up.

The armor on his chest was slightly deformed by the punch. If it weren't for the protection of the heavy armor, this punch would have seriously injured him.

Komodo spat out a mouthful of blood foam and gnashed his teeth, saying, "Damn it, their strength is totally not in the same league, damned Dragonborn bastard, I'm afraid only the Guardian Knight can be his opponent, come on, you orphaned half-blood bastard!"

When Gorol heard this, he became furious. He pulled out the giant sword stuck in the ground and rushed towards Komodo.

Komodo looked at the Sani Tower which was no longer there, and knew that he had escaped during the gap just now. After breathing a sigh of relief, he said to himself: Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Mage.

But it’s not that easy for me to die. I, Komodo, am the great knight of the kingdom!

You must not be hit directly by his weapon, nor should you even think about fighting or attacking him. You just need to dodge all his attacks and wait for the magic cannon to fire.

Yes, as long as the magic cannon fires, my mission will be accomplished.

But... it's so strange. Logically, the situation on this side of the city wall should be visible from the clock tower. Why hasn't the magic cannon fired yet when there are obviously no friendly troops left?

Could it be that something went wrong with the clock tower?

Oops!

In the moment of distraction, Gorol seized the opportunity and quickly kicked Komodo's lower leg, breaking his center of gravity. While he was standing unsteadily, he raised the giant sword in his hand and made an execution gesture.

"It's over, ant."

Komodo did not lower his head, but raised it, staring at the huge sword with angry eyes as it was swung down heavily. A true knight would stare at his opponent on the battlefield even if he died, and use his life's courage to witness his own death with his own eyes.

Then, as the shadow obscured his vision, a loud noise was heard beside his ears.

I saw a big sword blocking the attack from above.

"Are you a real man? Am I too late? Here comes the blue flash!"

A "short" figure was sandwiched between the two little giants, but this figure held a giant sword that was as big as his body in one hand, and thus steadily blocked the attack that even the knights combined could not withstand.

Rusalka, arrive at the battlefield.

Chapter 98: Mingyue City Defense (9)

Sanita: (Brother Xiao, the opponent is very strong. A head-on fight is far more terrifying than Phoenix. If you don't want to die, please give it your all. He seems to have some kind of magic resistance rune on him. My magic is useless against him, so I can only do my best to support you.)

Sani Tieta was almost killed by the opponent at that time. Fortunately, when he opened the card, he thought of the poet's fragile body, so he also made a few life-saving passive skills. In addition, the poet had a reaction talent that reduced damage, so he managed to survive.

But even so, his 4th and 3rd ring positions have now entered a locked state and cannot be used or restored because he has triggered the [Substitute Death Ring] talent twice.

[Death Substitute Ring (10 points): Activation priority is 3. When you receive fatal damage, you will be immune to the damage and enter an invincible state (lasting at least 2 seconds). At the same time, your highest ring is blocked and your health is restored by a*b points (a represents the blocked ring level, and b represents the number of unused ring levels of that level). If you no longer have unblocked spell rings, this passive skill will not be activated.