What did you do with the dice?

Rusalka, who simply ignored number 3, said: (Ahhhhhh.)

Sanita: (Even if you're going for strength, you should still choose 1. There's a talent called [Thorn Shield] in your abilities. You can use a reaction action to have your shield reflect half of the incoming damage each time, and the damage changes based on the shield type. So, wouldn't a light shield reflect radiant damage, and radiant damage becomes a light shield? Although the reaction action only restores one every ten seconds, which is equivalent to triggering it once every ten seconds, I think it's enough for a one-on-one duel. You'd be the invincible one-on-one duel king.)

Rusalka: (Really? Haha, luckily I didn't react, I would have regretted it.)

Sanita: (Fuck, I almost forgot you used your reaction to fill in the style skill, that's fine. So I guess you chose 4 because of that inexplicable belief in your head, just like the keyword trigger. I believe that if there is a talent called "Way of Pearl Tears", even if the talent effect is "gives you a free attribute point", you will definitely choose it immediately.

Your behavior is just as outrageous as spending 100 points to choose this template from among the many invincible templates. You're simply buying antiques at the Yiwu market. Even if it's from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, it's like it's from last week.)

Rushaka said happily: (Bingo, but I don't think it can be said to be bad. It's cool to be able to destroy barriers and armor.)

Sanita was amused by his stubbornness: (In other words, you are a hammer.)

Rusalka suddenly became unhappy.

Rusalka now has 158 HP, plus damage-reducing gadgets all over his body. If Sanitieta was worried that he would rush to death when he crossed over before, now Sanitieta is even more curious about how he can rush to death.

After the two of them discussed the upgrade situation, the messenger delivered the latest information.

"Captain Rusalka, the coalition forces say they're almost there, capturing the City Lord's Mansion, but are currently encountering resistance from their warlocks using unidentified tactics. So, I hope you can bring a trusted confidant to their outer city camp to attend a combat meeting."

A reliable confidant? Rusalka glanced at Sanita.

Sunita: (I don't like peanuts, and there's no place for me to offer suggestions. They're a bunch of sneaky people hiding secrets. No one's telling the truth when you go there. What kind of meeting is there? I won't go. Any intel I have can be shared on the PL channel anyway. Just leave me alone to think through those questions.)

Rusalka: "Okay, that's perfect. You wait here for Phoenix to come back. If she asks where I am, just tell her I'm in a meeting next door."

Sanita: "Will she ask?"

Rusalka covered her chest and pretended to make a heartbroken gesture, then smiled and followed the messenger out of the tent and rode to the meeting.

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After he arrived at the enemy's tent, a special person led the way for him, holding his horse. It seemed that the Allied forces were really in trouble this time and were planning to hold a formal military meeting. The guard who led the way took Rusalka in a roundabout way and ran to a basement. It was estimated that they chose to put the command room underground to prevent the bombardment of magic cannons.

When they reached the door, the guard indicated to Rusalka that he could not bring weapons in and asked him to take off his sword and shield and put them in the box at the door.

This scene made him feel like he was dreaming of Viscount Conesnutt's mansion.

Rusalka also spoke frankly. The shield was of no importance, but the Ashbringer replica, regardless of its value, was a gift from Theresa. How painful it would be to lose it. "This is a gift from a member of the opposite sex who I have a good relationship with. What if it gets stolen?"

He temporarily forgot that he had bound this weapon and it could be automatically recalled and would not be stolen. This was not important. In fact, he just wanted to show off.

"Don't worry, the box is on the steps at the entrance of the conference room. You can see it at any time."

That seemed more humane than the Viscount's mansion, so Rusalka threw her weapons in, lifted up her clothes, and asked the soldier if she could wear this "light armor" in.

The soldier's answer was of course no problem.

Rusalka: (Level 3 Armor, you are invincible. I am deeply sorry for looking down on you before.)

Sani Tower: (6.)

Then I saw a lot of fully armed people standing inside, and many of their equipment even emitted enchanted fluctuations. Judging from their gorgeous weapon configurations, it seemed that they were not standard military equipment.

Rusalka glanced around but didn't see the legion commanders and the two marquis' sons from the previous combat meeting. So she asked the heavily armored warrior sitting in the main seat, "Am I early?"

The other party first looked at Rusalka, then at the guard at the door. After receiving a nod from the latter, he asked, "Did Lord Pearl Tear come alone?"

Rusalka nodded, found an empty seat, pulled up a chair, and sat down. "Well, everyone else is busy. By the way, why am I the only one who has to hand over our weapons? Aren't you guys going to hand over yours?"

The other party was obviously stunned, but he did not answer the question. Instead, he took out two crystal plates from his arms and placed them on the table.

At the same time, Rusalka, who had 18 points of perception, clearly felt that the guys standing around him were moving towards him. They had a clear division of labor. Some were guarding the stairs going up, some were standing beside him to prevent him from standing up suddenly, and some were chanting spells or aiming secretly.

The wary look and hostility emanating from him were very obvious, which made Rusalka very puzzled. He was fine two days ago. Could it be that he wanted to arrest me and put me in solitary confinement because he found out that Phoenix and I had stolen peanuts?

Sanita: (How is that possible? You should first understand what the other party thinks. You can talk about it if you want.)

As expected, a voice came from the two crystal plates, but it was not the voice of the two marquis' sons who led the army. Instead, it was a more elderly and steady voice: "Hello, Lord Pearl Tear, I am Marquis Momola."

"I am Marquis Allen."

Rusalka smiled and said, "Hello, my two marquises. I am a trainee of Pearl Tears who has been training for two and a half years."

There was silence. Sanitta knew that this was the case every time he greeted someone, but he was still controlled for three seconds.

Marquis Allen did not ask Rusalka what she meant by these words, which he found somewhat incomprehensible. Instead, he asked in an accusing tone, "Lord Pearl Tear, do you know what crime you have committed?"

Rusalka nodded and said, "I admit that I stole the peanuts. Phoenix has nothing to do with it. I will never betray my accomplices. You can forget about it."

There was another moment of silence.

Marquis Allen might not be able to speak anymore, so Marquis Momola added on his behalf: "Phoenix? Is that the name of the Filin assassin beside you? Well, since you mentioned her, I'll tell you that she colluded with the enemy and opened the gates of Mingyue City, causing the city to fall under the attack of the El Empire.

Not only that, she also killed the soldiers at the bell tower turret position and organized the assassination of Marquis Banner, killing a very important member of the royal family during the operation. This was said by the guards at the Marquis's residence. A white-haired Filin assassin. Pure white Filins are very rare. The only one beside you is right?"

Marquis Allen returned online and echoed the others, "Lord Pearl Tear, how can you prove that all this wasn't done with your acquiescence, or even your instigation? Your army had just arrived in Bright Moon City when this happened. Is there really such a coincidence in the world? Now you not only need to hand over the murderer from the Filin tribe, but also provide evidence to prove that you are not guilty of treason."

Rusalka spread her hands and said, "Did you bring a polygraph tester? If not, I'll find one for you."

Marquis Momola said, "Lord Pearl Tear, we cannot let you leave until you are cleared of the suspicion of treason. I know you are a valiant knight, but I would like to remind you that there are four knights here, and each of the others is an elite warrior on the battlefield. We do not wish to harm you, the Viscount of the Kingdom, so we hope you will not do anything unwise or impulsive."

Rusalka: (Hey, brother, you heard it too, what do you think?)

Sanitta: (I think what they said makes sense. The only flaw is that Phoenix couldn't have been the murderer of Marquis Banner and that very important royal family member, because Marquis Banner was still alive before we came, and Phoenix followed you after we left. Besides, what else can I say? Are you really planning to hand Phoenix over?)

Rusalka: (Brother, you understand me. Is there a simpler way to say it? I don’t want to argue with them about this.)

Sanita: (So, that's what you said...)

Rusalka: "With all due respect, these were definitely not done by Phoenix."

Marquis Allen: "Oh? How do you prove it?"

Rusalka leaned back in her chair and leisurely crossed her legs under the tense gazes of the people around her. "If it was really Phoenix who did it, I wouldn't leave any of you alive as witnesses."

Marquis Momola: "It's an established fact that she is an enemy spy. Now we are only discussing your crime. If you express it this way, it means that you have no evidence to prove your innocence?"

Marquis Allen: "However, since you carried out the order to defend the city and did fight against the army of the Aiel Empire, we will not be so arbitrary as to convict you based on speculation. We will set aside some time for a thorough investigation. You must remain here until evidence proving your guilt or innocence is found."

Sanita: (Hmm, they took action. A magic cannon bombarded our tent. Just two rounds? Oh, Phoenix fired a flare. It seems she killed the gunner in the clock tower.

The enemy's elite troops should now be deployed to defend against you. I've ordered you to temporarily assume command and treat the coalition forces as the enemy, directing the entire army towards the City Lord's residence. Destroy the enemy's camp here and then rendezvous with us. Is that ok?)

Rusalka: (Haha, I'm sure there's no problem on my side. But you're commanding 3000 men against 20000. Are you going to say I have the advantage? Forget it. No matter what their excuses are, if they dare to stab me in the back, I'll fight them. Even if I can't defeat them, I'll at least bite off a piece of their flesh and find a way to escape back to the City of Silver.)

After Rusalka ended the PL channel communication, she smiled and said to the two crystal plates, "Actually, a few days ago, if you all thought I was guilty and wanted me to prove myself, I might have to think about how to exonerate myself."

Marquis Allen: "What difference does it make?"

Rusalka slowly stood up, looking at the two long swords that were instantly placed on her neck, and shrugged helplessly: "You think this is a female-oriented novel? What the hell level am I at now? Do I need to give you a reason? Just wait for death at home, you two old men."

He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Sword!"

The sword in the box suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it was in his hand.

The gift effect of the magic weapon binding allows you to summon this main weapon at any time.

He ignored the longsword and the crossbows that were aimed at his neck, and after avoiding at least three control spells, he turned around and chopped the two swordsmen behind him in half.

"I've surrounded you! But there's no point in laying down your weapons, because I think this basement is perfect for making coffins for you!"

The Marquis' voice came from the crystal plate: "Kill him."

"You don't have to tell me, they are already executing it." Facing the sword stabbing towards his eyes, his bravery and fearlessness prevented him from even closing his eyes. Instead, when his eyeballs blocked the sword, he swung his backhand with the Holy Slash, cutting the opponent in half and turning him into ashes.

In this small space, he didn't even need to use the Phantom Step. He picked up a chair and smashed it at the mage in the distance who was performing a buff. Then he raised his foot and stepped on the shield warrior's foot. The spurs on his boots bounced and stabbed, and he used the Holy Slash to directly shatter the opponent's leg armor.

Before the latter could react, he kicked the opponent's unarmored calf again, and sent a two-ring Holy Slash to seriously injure him and fall to the ground. Then he bent over and chopped wood, and with the dual weapon master talent, he hit the opponent's throat directly, and finally chopped off his head.

It couldn't possibly be like the Dragonborn, still able to move, right? Rusalka felt uneasy, risking two blows and striking again.

Rusalka: (I said choosing 4 would be useful. Being able to break armor is incredibly powerful.)

Sunny Tower seems to be quite busy, and the replies are very perfunctory: (Yes, yes, you are right.)

The mage's buff made the warriors move very quickly. They surrounded Rusalka and used wrestling, tripping and pushing techniques to try to knock him to the ground and hack him to death. However, Rusalka stood still like a pillar. Not only did he greatly outnumber them in terms of attributes, but he also had a noble immunity advantage. These little tricks of theirs had no effect on him at all.

If they could bombard Rusalka with large weapons like magic cannons, or use dragon-hunting crossbows and catapults to smash him, they might be able to force Rusalka to flee in panic. But unfortunately, the space here was too small, and the terrain that was originally intended to restrict Rusalka's movements had now become the most advantageous terrain for a melee against him.

After cutting off one of the opponent's arms, Rusalka sighed, "Don't kill me, I am..."

Rusalka didn't waste any words and cut the man in half with one blow. Then he said, "Oh, garbage."

It's you I'm going to chop off, even if you're the son of God.

Facing the retreating enemies, Rusalka shook the bloodless magic blade in his hand, looked around, snorted and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting him. I mean, everyone here is trash."

I finished saying the lines that I most wanted to repeat in my career. It felt so good.

Chapter 111 Three Roads

"The Marquis will not let you go."

"Hey, wagali mashida~" Rusalka swung the sword and cut off the last head.

It didn't take long to clear the basement, and then all it took was a Holy Slash to blow open the locked door at the basement entrance.

What greeted him were countless flying crossbow arrows at the command of the commander. However, with the talent of the evolved double armor master, the arrows shot by these ordinary soldiers no longer posed any threat to him.

He raised his shield to block two seemingly powerful armor-piercing spiral arrows that he sensed mixed in with the arrows, then rushed directly towards the shield wall closest to him, and chopped down with the sword in his hand with great force. The soldier and his shield were smashed to pieces by this full-strength blow.

"Bowmen, stand by, hold the formation! Shieldmen, suppress him! Spearmen, thrust!"

The order was indeed very clear, but whoever carried it out knew how outrageous it was. Three or four large tower shields pressed down on Rusalka from all directions, but could not restrict his movements at all.

You have to know that heavy armored infantry combined with a tower shield weighs several hundred pounds, but Rusalka can kick the opponent down with one kick, just as easily as kicking a quilt.

When he stepped forward and stepped on the soldiers who were being crushed down like bowling balls, those people on the ground could not move at all, creating the illusion that the person on the opposite side was the tower shield bearer.

Then, facing the stabbing spears, he did not dodge or evade. The spears could not pierce his body, but were grasped by Rusalka. The latter snorted and stretched out her arms to hold the spearheads of four or five spears, and pulled them back suddenly. A group of spearmen seemed to have the illusion that the spears in their hands were caught by a giant elephant. Before they could get rid of them, they were pulled over together with the spears.

Rukasa was not polite either. He mainly took things as they came. Facing the soldiers in the army who fell in front of him like ears of wheat encountering a harvester during the autumn harvest, he just fiddled with the sword in his hand casually like a child playing with dogtail grass. Whoever he hit was unlucky, and those who were not killed lay on the ground. He was too lazy to finish them off, so he considered it their luck.

But there were too many people, and hacking his way through wasn't an option. So he pulled out the megaphone he always carried with him and shouted, "Everyone, don't waste your energy. I, Rusalka, have the blessing of the gods. Weapons can't hurt me. And I have the pride of a great knight and a benefactor of the gods. If you ordinary people don't get in my way, I won't kill you."

The enemy commander shouted, "Don't believe him! Keep attacking! He's exhausted and is just bluffing!"

This made Rusalka very happy.

He ignored the weapons that were striking him and walked towards the soldier in front of him who wanted to retreat but was blocked by friendly soldiers from behind. When they were almost face to face, he sneered, raised his greatsword, and cut the soldier who had stabbed him in the throat in two. "Really? It seems you all trust the commander's words more. Well, since you want to die, I will grant you your wish."

After saying that, he swung his sword violently and spun around, cutting the surrounding soldiers in half. Then he kicked over a large group of people and swung his sword repeatedly, causing a bloody storm.

There are no elite troops here. It can only be said that those people underground just now are indeed capable. They actually destroyed half of his holy healing pool reserves. But unfortunately, the two marquises were too clever for their own good. Their act of gathering all the masters together instead created an opportunity for Rusalka to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Now there is no such group of people to harass him, and these guys who are regarded as miscellaneous soldiers by Rusalka cannot cooperate with the strong ones to cause trouble to him. All he has to do is to kill the commander of this area, take a long rest to restore the Holy Slashing Ring that has just been used up, and then rush to the center to meet up with his own troops.

As Rusalka continued to advance slowly, a soldier in front of him, with nowhere to retreat, dropped his weapon, raised his hands and shouted, "Wait, I surrender! Please don't kill me! I have family waiting for me. I can't help it."

Seeing this, Rusalka nodded, broke the tip of a spear that was sticking out from behind, turned slightly, changed the angle and stabbed straight at it. After ripping open the shield-holding soldier's belly, she ruthlessly pulled the giant sword in her hand.

"I surrender." The spearman hiding behind the shield soldier hurriedly dropped his weapon and raised his hands.

But Rusalka didn't let him go. Instead, she chopped off his head with a knife: "Didn't your instructor teach you? When you attack, you must be prepared to face death."

"What are you doing? If you don't dare to attack me, why don't you get out of the way? I'll give you three seconds. 3, 2, 1, time's up."

As the seconds ticked by, Rusalka raised her hand and chopped off the arm of the hesitant soldier who was still trying to resist. The soldier screamed in pain and fell to the ground, but Rusalka didn't finish him off. Instead, she stepped on his chest and continued walking forward: "If you had just gotten out of the way earlier, everything would have been fine."

At this moment, the surrounding soldiers did not dare to take action anymore. Many people dropped their weapons after being glanced at by Rusalka. Such a large army formation had forcibly opened up a passage for Rusalka. Everyone stood on both sides with their heads down, not daring to look at him, as if they were watching a king ascend the throne.

After walking out of the army formation, Rusalka saw five or six heavy crossbow carts locking onto his position from different angles.

He used to be quite afraid of this thing, as one arrow could cause him to lose dozens of blood points.

Now, six heavy crossbow carts were fired at the same time. Rusalka didn't even want to use his shield and directly took a hit by an armor-piercing crossbow arrow. It can only be said that the quality of the crossbow cart and the crossbow arrow was good. This arrow deducted 15 blood from him, but it could only deduct 15 blood from him at one time. The rest of the attacks were absorbed by Hamlet's Shield.

If there were still people who doubted that Rusalka's words were a bluff to get away, now no one felt that he was really telling the truth. For these soldiers, they had only seen the scene of a crossbow piercing through people and shields like a string of candied haws, directly impaling three people and nailing them to the ground. But they had never seen a person being hit by five or six heavy crossbows longer than him, and then the arrows fell to the ground, patting his body, and continuing to move forward as if nothing had happened.

He didn't even pause in his steps because of such a terrifying attack. There was only one explanation: it must be the blessing of God!

Soldiers who believed in God had already begun to drop their weapons and kneel before Rusalka. They prostrated themselves on the ground, muttering in prayer, "Emissary of God, please forgive our unintentional offense. Please do not take away my humble life."

Rusalka ignored these guys who had completely lost their will to fight and walked towards the crossbow carts. After thinking about it, she realized that she couldn't take them with her, so she decided to use her sword to chop these iron lumps first.

In the past, he would definitely not dare to use his weapon to try to confront the iron lump head-on, for fear of breaking the weapon.

But what he was holding in his hand now was the "Ashebringer Replica" that the Great Saint Theresa of Esdi hung in her boudoir (this was made up by Rusalka herself, and the authenticity is questionable). It was just the iron armor of a fine iron heavy crossbow cart. How could it be possible to cut this thing and make the blade bend?

I'm riding a horse and chopping, chopping, chopping, chopping.

After destroying the six crossbow carts, Rusalka wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, then continued to hold the sword. He grabbed a soldier who was sitting on the ground to surrender and asked, "Where is your leader?"

"In the red-roofed house a little to the west."