The sky is getting dark, but the war is getting more intense.
By sticking to one corner, even if it solves the problem of being surrounded by enemies on all sides, it also cuts off the retreat.
After all, the Ancient Kings Guard is still not very mature at the technical level.
Although during the duration, Carlos had an extremely powerful thug, and he had soul connection with the guards of the ancient kings. Unless the guards of the ancient kings were destroyed, Carlos' body would not be harmed.
But summoning the guards of the ancient kings exhausted all the power of the Holy Light in Carlos' body. This is an unavoidable problem.
The powerful continuous combat ability of the Paladin comes from the healing and strengthening ability of the Holy Light on the body.
Except for a few life-and-death battles, Carlos had not experienced this kind of situation for a long time when he called for the holy light in his body but got no response.
I have to say that although my system master has a thin presence, the benefits he brings to him are real.
At least on the road to the Holy Light, he is already ahead of all the priests in Azeroth.
However, thinking so much will not help solve the current difficulties.
"Khadgar, come on, stop hiding it, I know you have a secret spell, use it, it's time to save the world!"
After more than an hour of non-stop fighting, Carlos felt exhausted. One hundred, two hundred, or three hundred?
These thugs are simply endless to kill and eradicate.
"Hey, if you still have the energy to laugh at me, then go help your soldiers, the enemy is here again!"
In this era, Khadgar had not yet fully mastered the ability to suppress the magical effect that his teacher Medivh had exerted on him, whether it was a blessing or a curse. The excessive use of magic made Khadgar look like an eighty-year-old old man at the moment. Although his mental state was still good, his physical weakness was almost killing him.
"Okay. Stop throwing fireballs and find a way to open the portal. Either we leave. Or call someone to come. This is not an option."
Carlos had previously been focused on fighting. It wasn't until this short rest that I noticed Khadgar's changes.
He tried his best.
If it weren't for Khadgar exploding fireballs again and again, those thugs would have rushed up long ago.
Heroes also need time to grow. At this moment, Khadgar is not the master who can compete with the big guys in the world in the future.
Carlos gasped, finally understanding something.
Nothing that the bronze dragon intervenes in can be easily solved.
"Got it, got it. You've got a whole legion of awesome guys waiting to serve their king!"
Khadgar repeated the wisecracks Carlos had made before, but did not rush to use teleportation spells. His body was too weak and he needed to rest for a while.
If I still have the power of Holy Light... no, even if I still have half of the power of Holy Light, I have to teach these scum what sorting and recycling is!
Carlos thought hard, took off a cloth band from his arm and tied it to his hair.
[Samson's headband].
If possible, Carlos really doesn't want to use this prop with obvious effects and side effects at this time.
After losing the recovery effect of the power of Holy Light, use Samson's headband again. It's simply a slow suicide.
However, if you don't use it, it won't work. Your magic power, which is relatively meager compared to a mage, is about to bottom out and you will lose your aura bonus. Carlos couldn't guarantee how long these soldiers who had calmed down from their frenzy could last.
A beautiful counterattack must be launched!
"Soldiers, charge with me and let your descendants remember this epic battle!"
Carlos took a deep breath and shouted some very seductive words.
Yes, one hundred of us are surrounded by five hundred, no, eight hundred, no, a whole thousand people!
We can win!
We are strong this time!
High morale suppressed physical fatigue. In addition to being brave and unafraid of death, the opponent was no match for the well-trained Alterac soldiers in terms of technique and tactics.
For a while. More than 40 soldiers around Carlos let out loud roars.
But Carlos was not so optimistic.
An enemy who is not afraid of death is the most terrifying enemy.
Not afraid of death. A farmer can also kill the world's most powerful witcher with a pitchfork.
Carlos had not escaped until now, partly because he was unwilling to give up the soldiers who were following him, and partly because he believed that Chromie would not sit idly by.
Because his own defeat would not do any good to the bronze dragon.
[Samson's Hairband] worked. Fatigue seemed to be far away from him, and strength continued to surge up. Carlos threw away the sword and shield in his hand, picked up the Austrian sword and put it aside. The ax blade turned black after the blood dried up. Golden Axe, trots and charges into the enemy group with a big jump.
Chopping, lifting, and sweeping, Carlos seemed to be in a no-man's land.
Seeing the heroism of their king, the soldiers once again let out a thunderous war cry.
Then, a wave of small guns was fired and all the enemies were wiped out.
"Khadgar, I probably don't have enough physical strength to support the next battle. If you don't have any good ideas, let's prepare to run away."
During the interval between the next wave of enemy attacks, Carlos pretended to be relaxed and walked up to Khadgar and said some serious words.
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."
"Don't take it for granted."
"The power that interfered with my spellcasting is fading."
"Oh, that's really good news."
"However, I still can't keep the portal in shape. If I want to summon your legion, the power that interferes with my spellcasting must be reduced by at least one third."
Carlos smiled and patted Khadgar on the shoulder.
"I respect you as an old man, so I won't beat you."
"Hey, I'm younger than you and I'm just telling the truth."
While Carlos and Khadga were having fun, chatting and spanking, Cromilly took Ilucia for a slow walk in the dense forest of the island.
"Your talent for space magic is astonishing."
Cromilie couldn't help but admire.
"No, I just have a little experience with spatial positioning."
Ilucia responded to the praise of the high elf next to her without stopping.
According to her, this spatial node with some distortions hindered Carlos from finding himself.
These are some spatial distortion points that cannot be observed using conventional observation methods, and are difficult to locate without professional technical tools.
But Ilucia seemed to be able to feel these twisted spatial nodes.
After Chromili fixed the first distortion point, Ilucia joined in.
"Cromiley, according to what you said, Carlos is in some trouble right now. So why don't we act separately? You see, I can complete the elimination of distortions on my own."
Ilucia couldn't help but ask out of concern for her brother.
"No, no, no, without me covering [beep], you will encounter [beep], and Carlos will kill me."
Regarding the other party's self-silencing words, Ilucia was confused but not too curious.
Because from being kidnapped to now following a high elf woman to correct the space distortion point in the island jungle, it is a very strange thing in itself.
If the guy who called himself Cromile hadn't brought out Carlos's seal, Ilucia's first reaction would have been to use Pyroblast to smear her face.
Ilucia and Chromili's work worked.
"Hey Carlos, it's done!"
Khadgar was pleasantly surprised to find that his magic power had become smoother and he had met the basic requirements for opening the portal.
"That's great. You didn't call for reinforcements just before I died. Thank you."
Carlos glanced into the distance and saw that the enemy's next attack would be at least two minutes later, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
As the portal slowly stabilized, Khadgar sent a signal, and soon, two squadrons of soldiers walked out of the portal.
"Are you confused? Call some mages to come over and help you."
Carlos reminded Khadgar.
"Um?"
Khadgar didn't understand what Carlos meant.
"After offending the abbot...the king still wants to leave?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm going to level this broken island!"
Carlos took the dry food and water bag from his subordinates and spoke inarticulately.
An upright king, if he says to kill your whole family, he must kill your whole family.
Whoever the true enemy is, prepare to face my legions.
Carlos felt that if this was a game, he would have made a comeback. (To be continued.)
