City of Sin: Ninety fierce

Stick still has nearly half of Warrior not showing up, but the cavalry who escaped because of his battle death message was promptly passed out, and it can be seen far away that the fire dragon winding from the direction of the city has returned halfway. In this way, it is unlikely that his remaining men will continue to attack.

After all, more than eighty knights led by Styk are nearly wiped out by the whole army, and the remaining few captains come with a hundred less knights to die.

Richard began to tour around the camp, while allocating tasks: "Clean the battlefield! Heal the wounds, gather all the captives together, drag the corpses, gather the war horses ..."

Everything is in order, and the battlefield statistics are also counted. There are a total of sixteen prisoners, more than fifty intact horses, eleven fled, and more than sixty died in battle. Three soldiers and five Half-Orc were killed in the Richard battle, and a dozen others were injured. With the presence of quicksand, as long as it was not killed on the spot or with a handicap or disability, it can be rescued and the fighting power restored.

The Magic Contract who are the core combatants did not participate in the battlefield cleaning work, but rested and treated on the spot to restore the combat effectiveness as soon as possible. Not only need to guard against the second wave of attacks in the city, but also to defend the surrounding camps.

These camps are not good birds, and there are many people who want to pick up cheap ones. It's just that Richard has just almost won by an overwhelming advantage, and the surrounding camps don't understand the details of Richard. For the time being, they don't know how much benefit they can conspire. After watching the battle just now, I have to figure out if I can chew on this hard bone.

"Master, all the bodies have been searched, what are you going to do with it?" An Infantry Knight came and asked for instructions.

Richard pondered for a while and said, "Ordinary Warriors are worn on wooden stakes and erected next to the camp! The five captains' bodies are collected and handed over to Zendrall. As for Stick ... Zendrall!"

"What are you instructed?" asked Necromancer, who was busy sending the wounded Dark Warrior to Summoning Circle without raising his head.

"I have an important use of Stick's body. Isn't it a problem to spend a few days on the stakes?"

Zendrall was taken aback, and then said helplessly: "If it is pre-processed, it can still be transformed into a skeleton warrior. However, its strength will be two levels lower than Dark Warrior. If you give him his body now Me, maybe I might summon a Death Knight to come out. "To be honest, he can hardly see the reaction and expression of the Richard sentence as an Necromancer.

Richard, who has seen the combat power of Dark Warrior, is not too fanatical about Death Knight. So when I saw Zendrall sending Dark Warrior back to summon Plane, I immediately said, "You have thirty minutes to deal with Stick's body, but you are not allowed to spend his face."

The so-called treatment of Zendrall is actually to extract residual soul fragments from the flesh and infuse the energy of death into the flesh to maintain the corpse's pre-mortem strength. Necromancer completed the processing in just a few minutes.

So half an hour later, on the open ground outside Richard camp, dozens of wooden stakes were erected, each of which was nailed with a corpse with armor stripped off. In the center, three times higher than the others, the stick was hung on the stick. Around the open space, dozens of torches were inserted to illuminate Stic and his men. Richard still took care of the needs of Necromancer, otherwise it was planned to cut off the hands and feet of Stick's body and hang it.

Under the cover of night, I do n’t know how many both eyes eyes saw this horrible scene.

The restless camps were all quiet, and the large torches that had originally gathered in the city gradually dispersed, and no more.

"I just want these guys to see clearly, who is the one who wants to kill me!" said Richard, who looked into the city. Then he waved his hand and said, "It looks like nothing will happen tonight. Sleep ! "

Richard got into his tent and took a rest. Gangdor stood on an open field, with his upper body naked, and was washing his wounds with a bucket of water. Strong muscles and Magic Line on the right chest and shoulder are full of power.

When Richard returned to the tent, Gangdor stroked his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Boss is getting more and more cruel!"

Elven Bard did not know when they came together, nodded in agreement, and then in a touch of emotion, said in a near lyrical tone: "Behind every brutal leader, there are at least two murderous women."

Gangdor nodded vigorously: "This makes sense! Who said it?"

"I!"

The words Elven Bard disappointed Gangdor. If a famous person in history said something philosophical, Elven Bard ’s own words are too convincing. However, the thought in his huge head suddenly turned, so he said: "Two ferocious women ... Are you provoking Shuihua and Liusha?"

Olar's complexion immediately became a little ugly. So Gangdor's gaze also changed, not curiosity, satire or gloating, but deep sympathy.

"Which one?" Gangdor asked. He didn't believe that Elven Bard would dare to provoke both women. If he did, he would obviously not stand here intact now.

Olar hesitated for a long time before saying: "... water splash."

Gangdor shrugged and said, "Why not find quicksand?"

"Shuihua seems to mean something to me, and Liusha obviously doesn't. In addition, she tried to hurt her most, and she won't kill me. But Liusha ... if she wants to kill me, there seem to be many ways."

"A little clever!" Gangdor praised, and then hooked Olar down, lowered his voice and asked: "How did you‘ provoke ’water splashes, please elaborate!”

Gangde's sturdy arms are as thick as Elven Bard's two arms, and the strength is at least three or four times that of Elven Bard. In the steely arm, Olar was strangled almost breathlessly. He understood that this was the threat of bare-naked. Gangdor would never be polite if he did n’t say it, and he ran over to find Gangdor. In fact, he wanted to talk to someone. Depression and depression in the heart.

"... just touched my **** ..." Olar squeezed the sentence from his throat.

"Touched the bottom but really touched it?" Gangdor's eyes are very bright and full of anticipation.

Unfortunately, Elven Bard disappointed Gangdor, although the disappointment was expected.

"Actually, I didn't touch it. I just touched my finger a little bit ..." Although it's just a little bit insignificant, it still makes Elven Bard memorable.

"Then what?" Gangdor looked forward and asked more sympathetically.

"Then ..." Elven Bard smiled sullenly and said, "Then, I knew the real use of her steel vertebra."

Gangdor laughed heartily, with his eyes full of power, swept up and down the body of Elven Bard, and heavily slapped him on the shoulder, saying: "Knowing the purpose of the steel vertebrae, you can still stand here tonight, and the combat strength is not weak. Have you found Miss Quicksand? "

Olar shuddered involuntarily, nodded, and then said in a very heavy tone: "At that time, I was so injured that I could only barely walk. If I was not discovered by the owner, and I didn't leave any trouble, I had to go. Find Miss Liusha. But ... all night, she only used me to treat minor injuries! "

Gangdor couldn't help but jump a few times.

The principles of Healing Spell are similar. Divine Power accelerates wound healing, but the effect is different. The same is true for the treatment of minor injuries, which accelerates the growth of flesh and blood, and healing. However, this process is often more painful. In Plane, which advocates war and violence, injury is a sign of men, and endurance is the basic of men. Therefore, no qualified Warrior will be painful when it is treated by Divine Spell.

It's just that the Olar injury is definitely enough to be treated with powerful treatment, but the quicksand is used consistently to treat minor injuries. Calculating in this way, at least 20 to 30 minor injuries need to be treated, and the duration of treatment can last for several hours. During the period when Divine Spell continues to take effect, the pain of Olar is multiplied due to the peristalsis of the wound. And Elven Bard is not sure whether during the treatment, Liusha secretly blessed him with some kind of Divine Spell that can enhance perception.

Olar watched the process of interrogating the prisoners with Richard and Quick Sand. When he thought that Quick Sand was quietly applying the one by one treatment to the prisoner, he shuddered.

Gangdor coughed, heavily patted Olar on the shoulder and said sympathetically: "You are scared!"

"It's not as simple as being shocked! You don't understand that feeling!" Elven Bard suddenly became excited.

"Okay, okay, let me give you a piece of advice on your experience, which is indeed worthy of sympathy. Don't think of water splash too simple." Gangdor said.

"Water splash?" Olar stunned. In his eyes, the girl acted by strength and instinct.

"You think about it, why does the water splash make your fingers touch her? If she is not interested, you definitely have no chance at all. That is, you have ten hands, she can cut it off with one by one!" Gangdor is meaningful Promptly.

Olar began to exude cold sweat: "Is it for ... to prevent me from complaining to the owner? After all, I do it first ..."

Gangdor grinned wide and said, "Isn't it fair if you touch a finger and she returns you a steel vertebra!"

Elven Bard's face was pale as if he were dead, and he even began to lose his spirit. He couldn't even complain, which is fair?

"Behind every brutal head, there are two more brutal women. This is what you just said." Gangdor said.