What did you do with the dice?

Iron armor has excellent electrical conductivity, and this lightning beam directly electrocuted the knight on Gis's side, leaving him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Even though he did not die, he was paralyzed all over.

The knights of Esdi would not stop at this time just because of the "unfair victory". The lawful good camp also needs to be a little flexible. Although it looks like a sneak attack here, the opponent is a wizard, and a wizard's fast casting speed is not called a sneak attack (they thought it was the spell cast by Sanita).

What's more, although the enemy's men and horses are in a mess and their horses are in a lot of trouble, they still don't drop their weapons and surrender. If the enemy doesn't surrender, it can be regarded as resistance. It doesn't go against my belief for me to go up and kill them.

Gis was slightly stronger than the knight, so the lightning bolt didn't seriously injure him. It only deformed his shield, rendering it completely unusable. He threw away the shield, which still had several arcs of electricity on its surface, raised his spear, and shouted to Esdi's paladins, "I am Allen Croissant, the eldest son of Marquis Allen and a knight appointed by the kingdom. I demand a fair duel!"

Sarolt immediately reined in his horse and stepped forward.

When Allen Gis saw that they surrounded him but did not attack him, and seemed to agree to his challenge for a duel, a light of joy for the hope of survival suddenly ignited in his eyes.

However, a purple arrow flew through the battlefield and shot accurately through the broken part of his arm armor, piercing his body and completely extinguishing the light in his eyes.

"This is......"

Soon, under the gaze of Knight Esdi, his entire body began to melt rapidly, along with the armor and warhorse beneath him, turning into a pool of pus, which was completely absorbed by the earth, leaving no trace.

Sarolt was stunned when he saw this. God Wright was above him. He could guarantee that he really wanted to step out alone to accept his invitation to a duel, but he spoke a little late. He didn't expect that he would be killed by a sneak attack.

"Got him! My kill!" Shana nimbly weaved among the cavalry. She drew her dagger and slashed a cavalryman's neck. She kicked him off and snatched his horse. She rode over to the paladin, deliberately displaying her longbow. She swung her horse in a circle as if to show off. She said to the paladins, who in her opinion were frustrated at having their heads stolen, "You all saw it too. Killing the enemy commander is my achievement! You must report the truth to Archmage Sanita."

She looked at the group of paladins who didn't know what to say and could only look at each other and nod. She snorted triumphantly, turned and rode away, muttering, "Lightning Arrow looks pretty good. How about killing more enemies? Then when I report my achievements, I can ask that human mage to teach me how to use Fire Arrow."

The next step was to clean up the mess. Sarolt's soldiers stood in front, and the army led by Custer quickly caught up behind them. Only less than one-fifth of the cavalry escaped by taking a detour, and the others were either killed in battle, surrendered, or were seriously injured and unable to move, and were captured as prisoners.

Sarolt didn't care about military achievements or anything like that. He directly let Caster take over the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

"I'll leave the captives to you. I'll go rescue Lord Pearl Tear!"

Custer: "No problem, I'll go too. Shana, the command of the army is temporarily handed over to you. Just stay where you are and wait for us to return. I'll trouble you with tasks like counting the prisoners and directing the soldiers to clean up the battlefield."

Shana, an elf, looked at the vast number of human soldiers around her and asked in surprise, "Huh? Me?"

Sarolt: "It's okay. The Star Knights here will command their own teams."

Custer: "We don't have any problems here. If you encounter any emergencies, you can activate the communication stone and ask for the advice of the Grand Mage Sanita."

The problem was not the sudden situation, but that Shana had never even been a squad leader in her life. In this instant, she suddenly became the commander-in-chief of an army of thousands, and even led an army of humans, which had always been looked down upon by the elves but also envied by them for its large number of people and diversity of warfare methods. This made her a little overwhelmed.

The Elf Queen had never led such a large army in her life, had she? After all, the elves were few in number, and more than a hundred men were already considered a large army.

So Shana imitated what Custer had done before and said to the soldier holding the flag beside her: "Herald, all troops, clean up the battlefield and retrieve the arrows!"

"Yes, sir." The messenger immediately ran to convey Shana's order to the messengers in other places. Within a few minutes, the entire army began to rest on the spot, gathered the prisoners together and guarded them, and the rest of the people went to the battlefield to pick up equipment and lead war horses. Everyone had their own things to do.

Shana tentatively asked the soldier next to her, "Can you give me some of the arrows you picked up?"

"Of course, sir, how much do you want?"

"About 30."

Soon a soldier brought the arrow to Shana, holding it in both hands.

When Shana took the arrow, she felt as happy as a sunflower seeing the sun. You know, when she was in the ranger team before, her ecological niche was similar to that of Alijie. She was also the one who was ordered around and was specifically responsible for recovering arrows.

At that time, she just felt that this job was very irritating, but now that her position has been reversed, she is suddenly intoxicated by the pleasure brought by the status difference.

No wonder everyone is scrambling to be the captain. It really feels great to command an army.

But she also knew that it was just a trial card, so her eyes turned green as she looked at the prisoners. She thought that if she killed a few more and it would be counted as military merit, could she ask Sani Iron Tower to give her some soldiers to command for fun?

The captives were relieved to see that Knight Esdi really would not kill them and would even give them some simple treatment, but suddenly they felt a little panic for no reason, as if they were being stared at, and they got goose bumps all over their bodies. Was it an illusion?

The handover process was very brief. Seeing that Shana had completely learned to "use the messenger", Sarolt and Kaster felt that there should be no problems here, so they personally named and led the cavalry in the army to cross the basin and go to the forest to rescue Rusalka.

Chapter 166 Sicilian Front (16)

Inside the military tent of Marquis Allen.

The successive reports of defeats made the Marquis feel a little depressed. If the defeat of the troops responsible for containing the left wing was expected, since the enemy had no intention of pursuing the victory, or was afraid of the war equipment deployed on the high ground, at least the casualties and losses were acceptable.

The cavalry that went after Rusalka's central army was almost wiped out, and even his eldest son sounded like he was in danger. This news was really hard for him to accept.

Unlike his two sons, he did not complain about the neighboring Marquis Momola's failure to send troops. He could believe that the other party wanted to wait until both sides were defeated before sending troops, but he never thought that the other party would be so stupid as to not send troops to support him at this point.

As an acquaintance of many years, he guessed that either Marquis Momola took the opportunity to raid Mingyue City, cutting off Rusalka's return route and intending to eat him directly; or he encountered some kind of accident on his side.

Marquis Allen thought about it and finally decided to take out the sound transmission stone he carried with him. After inputting magic power to activate it, he waited for Marquis Momola on the other side to notice the stone glowing and then connect the communication between the two sides.

However, Marquis Allen discovered that after the magic power was input into the stone, the stone, which should have lit up, did not react at all.

He was stunned, coughed dryly, and after confirming that his voice could be heard, he asked the mage beside him: "The communication stone is not lighting up. Do you feel anything unusual nearby?"

The mage was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took out a crystal from his pocket. After inputting the information, he found that the crystal could light up: "My Lord Marquis, there seems to be no problem?"

Marquis Allen: "Using magic to communicate with distant places?"

The mage attempted to release a Mage's Eye, but soon his expression, which had been slightly doubtful, changed dramatically. He swallowed and said, "My Lord Marquis, there's a barrier nearby that's blocking communications. The enemy's methods are very sophisticated, only blocking the penetration of magic lines. If you hadn't noticed it in time, no one would have noticed it at all."

Marquis Allen frowned. This thankless tactic seemed pointless, but he quickly thought of something and asked the guard standing beside him, "Where is the elf?"

Guard: "She just said it was too stuffy here and wanted to go out for a walk."

"Who followed?"

The guard looked embarrassed. "She said she wanted to go alone and asked us to retreat. We didn't dare to follow her."

Marquis Allen's heart sank: "Tell someone to follow me and find her!"

Before he finished speaking, several purple arrows shot directly from the window of the house towards Marquis Allen. The family emblem on the Marquis' chest flashed, and several magic barriers quickly popped out of his body. After breaking at least three magic props, he was able to block the arrows.

The arrow was so close to him just now that Marquis Allen's cold sweat was almost dripping onto the tip of the arrow.

As for the mage next to him, he also reacted quickly. The arrow only pierced the illusion he left at the original place, and after sinking into the ground, it corroded a big hole in the floor.

As for the guard, he was pierced through the body by the wooden spikes that emerged from the ground. He was bleeding profusely and died on the spot.

The beautiful elf woman slowly walked into the door, covering her mouth with a smile: "Don't look for me, I'm here."

Marquis Allen said to the wizard, "Call for help!"

"Don't waste your energy, country bumpkin." The Fifth Elder sneered disdainfully, his palm raised to a green ball of light. A vine, emerging from the earth, gradually transformed into a plant-based longbow, following the ball of light. "While you were just feeling frustrated about your own incompetence, my men had already taken care of all your nearby guards."

An old elf walked in again. It was the old man who had cast the "Invisible Forest" on the army before. She was holding a mahogany cane with five green crystals inlaid on the tip, and stared at the wizard beside the Marquis with her still sharp eyes.

The wizard next to the Marquis was also a senior wizard, but even so, when facing the old elf, he felt a terrible pressure that he had never felt in his life. This might be the strongest enemy he had ever faced.

Marquis Allen seemed to have accepted his fate. He smiled, raised his hands to his chest, and clapped them rhythmically as he slowly asked, "Before you kill me, I want to know, is this also what the Grand Duke wants?"

"Of course." The Fifth Elder didn't mind displaying his victorious demeanor at this moment. He sneered and mocked himself, "Humans are like that. They can abandon a loyal dog at any time without hesitation."

Marquis Allen clasped his hands together, crossing his fingers imperceptibly. He then sighed, "You still don't understand Grand Duke Delai. If he really wanted to get rid of me, he would have kept it a secret from me before I died. And if he had told you my hidden weapon, you wouldn't have said anything nonsense to me. It seems your Queen isn't sincere in cooperating with the Grand Duke either."

The sinister laugh echoed in his mind again, as if mocking Marquis Allen's incompetence, accompanied by waves of seductive whispers: [Three, I'll save you. Ten, kill them all.]

At the moment when Marquis Allen was about to sign the contract, a white light cut in from the wall of the house, and passed through the wall like a laser cutting, just cutting the mage next to the marquis who had no time to react in time in half, turning him into a ball of blazing white fire.

Just when Marquis Allen thought that this was the opponent's support, he saw that the two elves on the other side also showed some confusion on their faces about this strange attack method.

The old elven druid "Teardrop" seemed to have thought of something the moment she saw the holy light cutting, but the fear in her heart that instantly engulfed her consciousness like a tsunami made her unable to recall who had used this familiar attack method. Without thinking, she quickly cast the Wild Form and turned into the giant watermelon worm that Rusalka had seen before.

A white light instantly penetrated the watermelon worm's shell from behind her, and then the watermelon worm turned into a green phantom and disappeared. After the health of the object transformed into the wilderness form was emptied, she revealed her original form and fled to the wall in horror.

After a flash of white light, a figure appeared in the room.

The other person was wearing a white cloth robe with blood-red stripes, a white hood on his head that cast a shadow over the upper half of his face, and a silver metal buckle belt around his waist with a blood-red teardrop-shaped gem inlaid in the center of the buckle.

Two sharp hidden blades popped out from her sleeves and wrists, with fluctuations of holy light surging peacefully on them. However, if you perceive it carefully, you will feel that beneath this peace, there is a sinister murderous intent hidden.

The person in white robe was not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall. Judging from her figure and body shape, she should be a petite woman, but the means and intensity of her attack were appalling.

However, even though she was such a conspicuous and dangerous existence, even when she was standing in front of them, people would still have a strange feeling of neglect, as if "it was difficult to leave an impression on her". If she was not standing in the center, but in the peripheral vision, it would probably be difficult to attract their attention at all.

"Who are you?" asked the fifth elder.

Judging from the fact that she just killed the Marquis's mage with one blow, she should not be on the Marquis' side, but she attacked Teardrop again, so it is inevitable that people will have doubts.

A soft voice came from under the hood: "The fifth elder of the elves, Yalan Ella. It's you, right?"

"So what?"

The man in white robe said nothing more and rushed towards her quickly.

The fifth elder, Ella, snorted coldly. As everyone knows, an assassin loses half of his threat the moment he appears. Teardrop quickly spread thorns in front of her to block the path of the white-robed man, while Ella bent her bow and shot five emerald green arrows directly at the white-robed figure rushing towards her.

The person in white robe waved her fluffy sleeves, and a blade of light burst out from the tip of her hidden blade. She easily swung the blade to cut through the arrows and thorns while sprinting, quickly closing the distance between the two sides.

Teardrop quickly threw a seed emitting green light from his arms. The seed quickly germinated and grew rapidly in the air, eventually turning into a thorny bush. After the bush landed on the ground, the needles on its body burst apart.

Countless fine needles seemed to have eyes and turned in the air, covering the man in white robe without any blind spots.

Then, fine needles from the sky pierced into the robe at a rapid speed, nailing the white robe to the ground.

In Marquis Allen's eyes, he could only see a dazzling white lightning that made five bends in the air and instantly passed by the two elves in front of him. Then, the weapons in their hands broke, and blood and holy light burst out from their bodies.

This attack seemed fatal, but it didn't kill them. The elves' tenacious vitality allowed the cuts on their abdomens and damaged internal organs to quickly repair themselves.

At the end of the white light, a black-haired, black-eared Filin with its eyes closed was slowly turning around and facing everyone in the room.

"Ah... this power, you are a follower of the God of Light! Why, as a believer in the God of Light, how could you possibly carry out such an assassination!"

The black Filin didn't respond, but instead thrust forward again.

Knowing they were no match for the opponent, the fifth elders Ella and Teardrop quickly summoned several wooden walls to block the way in order to delay time, then gave themselves several agility-enhancing effects, intending to retreat to an open area outside.

However, when they turned around, they saw a crimson portal blocking the entrance. The hot and evil aura coming from inside made them subconsciously stop as they almost bumped into it.

Suddenly, a fiery red magic hand stretched out from the gate, crushed the barriers that popped out from the two elves, and controlled them for a moment.

And at this moment, white light smashed a big hole in the wooden wall behind them, and then quickly passed by Ella and Teardrop.

Black Filin swung his arms, scattering the blood from his hidden blade onto the wall, forming a bright red line, and whispered, "Glory of Martyrdom."

The hidden blade was sheathed, and two balls of golden light exploded behind her.

The giant hand and the crimson portal gradually disappeared, leaving only a deep laugh coming from within the portal: "The contract is complete."

A ball of emerald green light slowly condensed at the place where the body of the Fifth Elder Ella was exploded by the holy light, and finally formed a small green ball that flew in front of the Filin tribe member. She reached out and took it into her arms, then turned to look at Marquis Allen. After hesitating for a moment, the hidden blade on her arm sleeve popped out again.

The undisguised murderous intent emerged again.

Seeing this, Marquis Allen knew that he was also the target of the other party's silencing, so he shouted in his mind: "Save me!"

10.

"You are crazy, you are taking advantage of the situation!"

The voice's owner, for once, didn't let out a disdainful laugh. Instead, he spoke in a serious tone that chilled Marquis Allen's heart: "It's up to you. She and I are on the same level. Even if you gave me 10, I only have a 50% chance of saving you."

Marquis Allen swallowed and said, "What if I give you more?"

[Ignorant human, you probably don't know her strength, do you? No matter how much you give me, the probability is only half.]

"make a deal."

As the words fell, a pitch-black door, different from the previous one, appeared in front of Marquis Allen.

Different from the red gate just now, it looked more ominous and evil, and was filled with an extremely strong aura of destruction.

Even the black Filin tribe member couldn't help but pause when he saw the appearance of this gate.

The door slowly opened, and a figure wrapped in pitch-black flames slowly walked out. Every step he took forward left a ball of blazing black flames on the ground beneath his feet.

The ink-black eyes without whites slowly looked at the Filin people in front of him with the same ink-black hair. His limbs were covered with small holes that were enough to make people with claustrophobia scream, and the flames were released from those small holes.

The black-haired Filin clan member slowly muttered to himself: "Gate of Hell, black flame, you are Blade, the Ash Lord of Hell Demon, but... you are just a projection."

After she finished speaking, she put away her hidden blade, quickly grabbed the air on both sides with her hands, and pulled out a golden-brown longsword and a golden shield from the void.

The long sword and shield exuded a fiery and rich divine power. As soon as they appeared, the entire room was illuminated. Even the pitch-black gate of hell gradually became transparent under the radiance of the two weapons, and looked shaky.

The black flames seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. The flames on the ground began to sway in the opposite direction of the Filin tribe member, and the black flames on the Ash Lord were also weakened a little.

Especially when the sun emblem on the shield pointed this way, the sun on it seemed to come alive, emitting sunlight as scorching as that of a summer noon, causing the projection of his body to become blurred from time to time.

If Rusalka saw these two pieces of cool equipment here, she would definitely be so greedy that she would cry.

The main reason is that the appearance of the two shields is really incomparable. It is better to say that a shield is better looking than a clam shell. If it were not for the strength, who would be willing to wear such ugly equipment?

As for the sword, it's okay, he doesn't have to be so greedy because he has an identical one in his hand.

There is no difference in other aspects. The only difference may be that the one in Rusalka's hand is a replica, while this one is the authentic one.

"Ashebringer, Sunguard, both genuine, haha." After looking at the weapon in the hands of the Filin tribe member, the demon lord's laughter was no longer as arrogant as before, but with a hint of self-deprecation. Then he said to Marquis Allen, "You only have five minutes, run."

After hearing the other party's words, the Marquis realized the huge gap in strength between the two sides. At this point, face was no longer important. He turned around without hesitation, stepped on a chair and escaped through the window. He wiped the ring on his hand in the air, cast a flying spell and flew away.