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The flames continued to burn, and the mechanism turned into wreckage.
There is dust left behind after the magic is cast everywhere.
The fallen body smashed the hard stone wall into pieces,
The towering sentry was cut into two pieces by the aftermath of the grudge!
clang!
clang!
clang!
clang!
The sound of gold and iron fighting is endless, and fighting spirit and magic continue to wreak havoc on the earth!
Joan of Arc and Henry the Commander. The battle in Dominica is still going on. At the center of the battle, they seem to be flying up and down with their swords, fighting back and forth with their opponents, but their mentality has gradually begun to waver.
The vampires are fierce, and their offense and defense are relaxed. As time passed, there were fewer and fewer soldiers in the base who could resist their attacks. Those carefully designed military traps hiding in the corners of the castle had no effect at all.
Although only about half an hour has passed since the initial attack, many vampires have already completed their missions and are guarding the edge of the center of the battle with relaxed expressions.
These vampires did not seem to be in a hurry to intervene in the battle between the leaders. They watched calmly, tasting the fresh blood newly filled in the blood bags, communicating softly with their associates from time to time, and occasionally giving out excited cheers.
This feeling is like the nobles drinking afternoon tea while watching a football match on the observation deck, or like a group of vultures waiting for the death of life on the branches of a dead tree. The only difference is that no one knows that these hateful undead will be there. It’s time to join the fight!
Suddenly, countless bats flew across the sky, and people with keen hearing could vaguely catch it. From somewhere outside the fortress, the sound of a charging horn was blown——
Human reinforcements are coming, or to be more precise, Joan of Arc's militia is coming to rescue their leader!
The joy on Jeanne's face could no longer be concealed, but her opponent, the crusader who led the vampires, rarely stopped attacking and muttered an intriguing word to himself -
"It seems that my son is now an upright general."
The sword flashed, and the Crusaders attacked again. Joan of Arc once again raised her shield to defend. At the moment when the sword and shield met, the long sword that fell like lightning suddenly turned in the air, like a The flexible snake bypassed the gauntlet in Joan of Arc's hand!
Oops!
When Joan realized that the situation was not good, it was already too late. After the long sword turned half a circle in the palm of the opponent's hand, the hilt broke through the magic shield's defense from bottom to top, accurately stabbing Joan's jaw and back of the head. And the scene in front of her gradually dissipated with these two fierce blows.
"Hail to you, Saint."
After knocking down Joan of Arc, the crusader said this, but the movements of his hands were not gentlemanly at all. He picked up Jeanne, carried Jeanne on his shoulders like a rag sandbag, and strode away into the distance.
"Your Majesty the Saint! I'm here to save you now!"
Seeing Joan of Arc captured, Commander Henry. Dominic naturally wanted to go to the rescue. His whole body was full of energy, and his fighting spirit rushed forward violently with this straight blow!
For a moment, this fighting spirit was like an oncoming storm, forcibly knocking the vampire away!
good chance!
Just as the commander took the opportunity to turn around and sprint in the direction of the Crusaders, before he had taken two steps, a force in the opposite direction suddenly came from under his feet, and a long whip wrapped around his ankle from the shadows! The commander wanted to cut off the whip with the blade on his hand, but the strong pulling force coming from the other side of the whip was faster, and he was thrown to the ground unexpectedly.
Then, a cold and biting strange force eroded the commander's body along the wounds torn by the whip. In just a few breaths, he was frozen into a popsicle!
"Fat pig, who gave you the power to challenge our deputy leader? Do you really think we are just watching a show on the sidelines?"
From the shadows, another vampire came out. He slowly put away his whip and looked at Commander Henry. Dominic's eyes were filled with murderous intent!
On the other side, the crusader carrying Joan of Arc also put down the saint and returned to the battlefield. With a sneer, he pulled out the vampire who was knocked away by fighting spirit and whose entire body was embedded in the city wall.
"Hahaha, Brut, how does it feel to challenge the strongest humans? Not to mention our leader who grows as fast as a monster, other humans are not as weak as you think! After you go back, you still have to practice ! Guys, the enemy’s reinforcements are coming, we should withdraw!”
"Deputy Captain Uther, what should I do with this fat pig? Can I kill him?"
Upon hearing the order to retreat, the vampire who sneak-attacked the human commander was immediately unhappy.
"Leonardo, have you forgotten the commander's order? Just like other soldiers, you have to disarm and draw blood. Just leave him with the most basic amount of blood needed to survive. Be sure not to make this thing flesh. Dead, do you understand?"
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Time passed bit by bit, and the sound of charging from outside the fort was getting closer and closer, Commander Henry. Dominic still maintained the same posture as when he was frozen. Fortunately, he could feel that the cold air that invaded his body was gradually fading away.
Several soldiers who were also weak due to the blood draw finally noticed their commander. They rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time. They didn't know what to do with this fat ice sculpture. They didn't know who came up with the idea of warming themselves over the fire. With the idea, a few people picked up some sticks and rags nearby and made them into torches. They formed a circle with the ice sculpture as the center and waved the torches to relieve the commander from the cold.
Their clumsy appearance resembles the sacrificial ritual performed by some cannibals before eating.
To talk about the effectiveness of this method, we can probably compare it to the turkeys heated in the oven, or the rotisserie sold by roadside vendors. The effect of repelling the cold is still more or less, but a soldier accidentally turned on the torch. He got too close, and the wind blew and set the commander's trousers that he had put on on fire on fire.
I have to say that the velvet pants on this commander were too high-quality, and in the blink of an eye, small flames suddenly jumped up!
"Ah! Hot! Hot! Hot!"
"Drink! Fighting energy turns into wind! Let me disperse!"
The pain of burning bird feathers inspired the commander's potential. In order to ensure that he would not annihilate his descendants, he forcibly used most of the remaining fighting energy in his body to dispel the remaining cold air in his body. After breaking free from the shackles of the popsicle, he immediately used the remaining remaining A little fighting spirit dispersed the fire caused by the pants!
Unfortunately, the pants could not be saved in the end. A gust of wind blew over, taking away the smell of burned hair and the charcoal leftover from the "forest" fire. All of a sudden, there was only one thing left below the belly button. The remaining bare belly was trembling in the cold wind.
I briefly inspected the lower half of the body. Although the surface was a little burnt, luckily the inside was not yet fully cooked. As long as I quickly found a priest to treat it carefully, I could continue the family lineage for the rest of my life. It was a great blessing among misfortunes.
"Sir, it's great that you're okay."
Only then did the other two soldiers who were still able to move surround him, and the commander immediately recognized them. They were the two patrol soldiers who had sent Joan to the fortress.
Although I really want to kill these two idiots, now is not the time for internal strife.
"Soldier, how far do the militiamen outside the city have to go to reach the fortress?"
"Reporting to the commander, according to visual inspection, the enemy will be approaching the city in a quarter of an hour!"
Damn it, it seems that the matter of seeking medical treatment from a priest has to be slowed down.
"Hurry up and count the number of people. How many people are left alive in the fortress?"
"Sir, except for those who fell off the wall and a few unlucky ones who were frightened to death, everyone else survived! No one's life was in danger. They were all knocked down by vampires and then fainted after drawing blood. This is simply It’s a miracle!”
"Miracles? Oh, miracles! It's a pity that miracles can't happen twice on the same day! I don't know why the vampires don't kill us, but those militiamen will not be merciful!"
After his blood was drawn and all the fighting energy in his body was used up, the commander felt a little dizzy and chilled when he thought that there were still militiamen to deal with outside the city wall. He casually pulled a piece of cloth from the ground as a crotch cloth, and stood staggeringly on the city wall with the help of the soldiers.
However, just when the commander took the telescope from the soldier and wanted to look far ahead, a cold light was inadvertently placed on his neck.
He raised his hands and slowly turned around. What met his gaze was a pair of eyes as bright as emeralds, and half of his blond hair peeking out from the worn helmet.
"Arthur Pandagon, the supreme commander of the Crusader Legion, is it really you? Ha... If I surrender now, can you let these ordinary soldiers who have no fighting power go?"
"Okay, I accept your surrender."
To the commander's surprise, Arthur put away his sword without hesitation.
"My friend, now is not the time to dwell on personal vendettas. The Pelada Empire is already in tatters. No one should be killed or injured in meaningless internal strife, right?"
After seeing the confused expression on the commander's face, Arthur said a line that seemed familiar to him seriously.
"Oh, I'm so lucky to have General Arthur's promise, so... I... have another unkind invitation."
In Arthur. Under Pandagon's bright gaze, Commander Henry. Dominic's voice became softer and softer.
"Um...except for Lady Jeanne who was just kidnapped by a vampire, are there any other priests in your team?"
