From early morning to late at night, the fragile walls of Bluewater Oasis City resisted for only one morning before several gaps were blasted open. The Imperial infantry immediately swarmed in and rushed into the city. At the moment of breaking the city, even Sarenwell felt that the war was coming to an end soon, and the next thing was to consider chasing down the remnants of the enemy. So Sarenwell began to think about how to send cavalry to surround Richard, it may not be easy to kill Richard, but it is also a huge gain to be able to completely defeat his troops and kill all the fierce generals around him.

However, the fighting in Oasis City has not stopped, and the war that should have ended long ago has not ended. It wasn't until nightfall that Sarenwell suddenly realized that the battle had just begun from the moment the city was broken.

Until the night fell, there was still a battle in the Oasis City. Sarenwell had been standing on the roof of the car for a day, like a sculpture, not dripping of water. His face was pale, and he could only look at Oasis City from afar, empty and angry. The chaotic street fighting was beyond his control.

Suddenly, several fast horses broke through the night and galloped in front of Sarenwell. A warhorse in the middle carried a corpse, and this man looked very familiar.

One of the knights at the head turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said in a loud voice: "Your Highness! The commander of the legion, General Barry, was unfortunately killed in battle!

"Barry?" Sarenwell's face changed drastically, and he jumped directly from the roof of the command car. The knights carefully lifted General Barry's body off his horse and placed it in front of Sarenwell.

Barry is an elderly man, nearly fifty years old, but his body is still as strong as steel. He was a trusted confidant of Sarenwell and one of the two legion commanders. His combination of fierceness and delicacy allowed him to command large armies and charge ahead. And the strength of the Holy Domain is the confidence of him to dominate the enemy formation.

When the city was broken, he personally led a team of strong soldiers to attack the city, and has been fighting until now he is carried to Sarenwell by his knights.

Barry lay on his back, his eyes still wide, his last roar still frozen on his face. He had several crossbow arrows stuck in his body, piercing through his armor until he had no feathers. Sarenwell undid Barry's breastplate and saw a sharp knife wound to his heart. However, judging from the blood marks on the wound, Barry was already in a near-death state when he stabbed this knife, and it was obvious that the enemy did not need to make up for this knife. But Sarenwell didn't know that the mending knife was very important to Crimson, and this knife was equivalent to a big mending for her.

The corners of Sarenwell's eyes twitched, and he stood up, looking at the Blue Water Oasis City in the flames, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly. Suddenly, Sarenwell saw a group of Imperial infantry fleeing from the city in a panic, chasing a group of weapon-wielding men behind them. What kind of guys are these, they are in tattered clothes, they have no formation at all, they are only numerically superior and fierce enough. Those people were not warriors at all, they were completely hooligans, thieves and slaves.

Seeing the tired footsteps of the Imperial infantry, Sarenwell remembered that his warriors had been fighting all day. The cruel reality finally made him dispel the idea of success in the first battle, and said to the knights beside him: "Order, withdraw the army!"

A moment later, magical fireworks burst into the night sky, and at the same time, the terrible sound of trumpets resounded throughout the land, and the emperor ** team finally withdrew from the interior of the city one after another. But seeing the bloodied and exhausted warriors, Sarenwell could hardly believe that they were the ones he had brought with him. But no matter how unbelievable, those were indeed the Empire's troops, and they were the soldiers he had trained single-handedly. Although the time is not very long, the combat effectiveness is definitely not low. But the number of people who withdrew was much smaller than the number of people who entered the city.

"Your Highness......" A knight rushed over, and was about to say something, but was interrupted impatiently by Sarenwell.

"Heal the wounded, count the battle damage, prepare the defense!

Sarenwell was obviously in a bad mood, but the knight still stubbornly said: "Master Willis was seriously injured in the city, and the high priest said that the master was actually poisoned, and he could only find a way to alleviate it, and if he wanted to save Master Willis, he must immediately send the master back to the temple of the empire." ”

"Master Willis is injured too?" Sarenwell was taken aback, and then his face quickly turned gloomy. Willis is a level fourteen archmage and one of the six archmages who accompanied the army on this trip. During the siege, he ventured into Oasis City, but he didn't expect to be seriously injured in the city!

Thinking of Barry who died in battle, Sarenwell's heart suddenly felt a vague uneasiness, and he felt as if he had neglected something.

The fighting in Oasis City has subsided, and some brave people have taken to the streets and begun to plunder the wealth on the corpses of the emperor's ** team. More people are fighting fires and trying to save their homes.

In a small square, Richard dragged his heavy body over, struggled to open the door of a small hotel, and entered. The main hall of the hotel was a mess, and there were thick blood stains on the ground, apparently after more than one battle. The tables and chairs in the hall had long been destroyed, and Richard searched for a long time, but he couldn't find a slightly cleaner place, so he simply stopped being picky, but sat down against the wall, panting heavily. Both the Extinction and Destiny Twins were tossed to their feet, stained with a lot of bloodstained dirt, which was not at all the treatment that legendary items should have.

Richard's heart was beating violently, his body was empty, like a dry riverbed, and he could hardly find any magic to wield. And all parts of the body began to ache, which was the result of excessive overdraft. After a full day of fighting, the Imperial forces finally retreated, and Sarenwell's determination seemed much greater than Richard had originally anticipated.

Several huge bats flew in through the window, hung upside down from the ceiling, and began to rest. This group of elite bats has also run out of body lì and needs to rest. There was now only one bat hovering in the night sky.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the hotel, and Gonde's massive body squeezed into the hotel. He looked around, swept the axe with his hand, roughly cleared a clean place, then thrust the axe into the ground, sat down beside Richard, and began to gasp for air. Gangde was covered in blood all over his body, and there were several striking scars on his exposed skin, and there were several breaks on the armor with incredible defensive power, revealing the wounds underneath. From these wounds alone, you can see the fierceness of the day's battle. If it weren't for this heavy armor, Gangde would probably not be seriously injured.

When he sat down, it visibly shook the wound all over his body, making Gangde grin in pain. He took out the flask, poured a few sips of spirits, and then looked at the half-empty flask, very reluctant, but still handed it to Richard: "Boss!

Richard took the flask, first poured two large sips, and then spewed out a strong sip of wine, and sure enough, his spirit improved a little. However, Richard did not return the flask to Gangde, but unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a wound more than ten centimeters long from his shoulder to his chest, gritting his teeth, and pouring the liquor in the flask on the wound.

Although Richard was determined, he instantly gasped in pain.

"Boss, I'll go find a priest, your wound needs healing. Gonde said.

Richard threw the flask back to Gonde, snorted, and said, "You have more wounds than I have, and you have more than I do." ”

Gangde shook his head: "That's different! I have thick skin and thick meat, and a small injury is nothing, as long as there is wine and meat, just sleep." There are still a lot of seriously injured brothers waiting for the priest's healing technique to save their lives, although there are many priests on our side, it is far from enough to save them all, so don't waste their divine power!"

"yes, it's better not to waste their divine power. Richard repeated Gonde's words.

"No, sir! that's different!" Gonder scratched his head, trying to retort. In his mind, Richard was a lord, and the status of a lord was much more noble than that of civilians and warriors. Gonder himself was of alien ancestry, his status was even lower than that of a commoner, and he grew up in a death training camp, and the rest were like slaves. But Richard was different, and in Norland, it was a general consensus that small wounds on the nobles were more important than the lives of commoners.

Richard was not only an aristocrat, but also a magician and a constructor, both of which were far more noble than his aristocratic status. So Richard's current approach makes Gangde a little incomprehensible. Richard tended to his wounds like the most ordinary warrior.

Seeing that Gangde was still trying to persuade him again, Richard interrupted him and said, "Okay! I know what to do." Come, take off your armor, and be careful that your armor gets on the wound for a moment. ”

When Richard said this, the wounds around Gangde's body became painful. He struggled to prop himself up, and was very clumsy to unload his armor. Richard picked up the Destiny Twins, used the legendary staff as a crutch, supported himself to his feet, and said to Gonde, "I'll help you." ”

Gangde wanted to refuse for a while, but was stopped by Richard. The wound on his arm made it difficult for him to reach a few unarmoured locks. So with Richard's help, the heavy armor was finally removed. The wounds on Gangde's body were indeed adhered to, and many of the wounds were split open when he took off his armor. Richard, on the other hand, was forced too hard, and the wound on his chest burst out again, and a faint amount of blood continued to flow.

The two men sat on the ground panting, and the last bit of wine in the jug was removed, and there was a little blood on their pale faces.

After a while, Gangde asked, "Boss, are the rest of us all right?"

"It's okay, it's all right! It doesn't seem to be hurt. Richard said.

Gangde was taken aback: "What? not hurt? Even the big fat man of Tiramisu was not hurt?"

Richard sensed the state of the ogre and said with certainty: "It didn't hurt at all!"

Gangde first looked down at the numerous wounds on his body, and then looked at the knife wound on Richard's chest, which was also related to minor injuries, and was speechless for a while, and only after a long time did he grit his teeth and burst out: "These guys are too treacherous and slippery of their grandmothers!"