What did you do with the dice?

Rusalka left him aside and ran towards the house.

Some blind cavalrymen wanted to harass him by relying on their mobility, but when the scimitar hit Rusalka's neck, Rusalka kicked the poor horse to the ground, killed the cavalryman with a sword, and then threw the greatsword in his hand and pierced the chest of another cavalryman who was running away, then reached out and grabbed the greatsword, and it returned to his hand again.

Now everyone completely didn't want to fight anymore, so they just dispersed and ran away. They didn't dare to be deserters, but they still tried to keep a distance from Rusalka and stay away from this killer, for fear of provoking him and being killed.

Although they were running at full speed, they were still a step too late. Looking at the conspicuous commander's armor that had been taken off the ground, it showed that these guys had no chivalry. Instead, they put on ordinary armor and escaped from here. After going out, they mixed in with the ordinary soldiers.

Rusalka was not a demon, and did not want to slaughter all the thousands of people here. Moreover, doing so would be a waste of time. Even if the slaughterhouse used fully automatic crawler conveyors to send the pigs to be chopped by the guillotine, it would take a whole day to chop a thousand pigs, not to mention the people who could move and escape.

Rusalka: (I've already come out. The commander is nowhere to be found. I've just chopped down any ordnance I've come across. Shall I come over first?)

Sanita: (Yes, sure. We're currently in a street fight here, and it's going quite smoothly. The enemy army doesn't seem to be large. Intelligence reports that a troop is attacking the city from the east gate.)

Rusalka: (East Gate? Isn't that the direction we came from?)

Sanita: (Yes, it should be Esidi's reinforcements. And the spy I contacted here said that the order issued by their army commander seems to be to rescue the Lord of Pearl Tears, that is, you. What's going on? Esidi next door cares about you so much. Is your background setting hiding something again?)

Rusalka: (I don’t know, a real-life version of Saving Private Rusalka?)

Sani Iron Tower: (Never mind. This is a good thing for us, but I think you should act quickly. The enemy has concentrated their forces in the building area. Our troops are advancing slowly, and the clock tower hasn't fired yet, which means the enemy hasn't regained control of the clock tower.)

Rusalka: (Isn’t this a good thing?)

Sanita: (But we only have one ally on the clock tower side.)

Rusalka was stunned, and quickly raised her head to look at the tallest building in the city. Then she quickly found a horse and rode it. After patting its head to make it quiet down, she raised the whip and swung it hard without even stepping on the stirrups, making it run at full speed in that direction.

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In the living room of the City Lord's Mansion, which was temporarily serving as the combat command center, Marquis Momola's second son, Momola Chenge, smashed the precious ceramic cup in his hand to the ground, pointing at the messenger who was bowing his head in front of him and shouting, "What's going on? It's been three hours, and you can't even storm the stairs of a mere bell tower? My dog ​​would at least bite! What a bunch of good-for-nothings! Tell those cowards that the Momola family doesn't keep useless people. If you can't take the bell tower before the sun illuminates the ground tomorrow morning, you might as well draw your swords and commit suicide!"

The messenger who was scolded terribly turned around and fled, leaving behind Chen Ge who was furious and Allen Croissant, the fourth son of Marquis Allen, who was sitting beside him and drinking tea calmly.

Croissant put down his teacup, called the maid at the door, and asked her to sweep up the debris on the floor. He then gestured for Chen Ge to calm down. "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if we don't have the magic cannon support. The enemy commander is a complete idiot. He actually launched an entire army here to avenge the Lord of Pearl Tears. If he takes advantage of the silence in the bell tower and orders his entire army to flee through the west gate, then we'll have a real headache."

Moreover, my father has already eliminated Rusalka and his cronies. An army without a commander, but with only a commander, is like a dragon with its spine removed. It can only rely on its combat experience and charge around on the ground for a while, but it will soon collapse on its own.

Chen Ge calmed his chest, which was constantly heaving with anger, and sat back in his chair. He knocked on the table in front of him and yelled at the maid beside him, "Don't you have eyes? Go and bring me another cup of tea!"

"Okay, Master."

After scolding the messenger and the maid, Chen Ge felt a little better. He turned to Allen and said, "But this isn't a solution. That Filin assassin is too strong. She was able to take out our entire artillery squad all by herself. We have to find a way to get rid of her before those experts who were sent to encircle and kill the Pearl Tear Lord and the remnants of the El Empire scattered in the East City come back. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well."

Croissant: "Strange, I remember you have a man called the 'Sword Saint', Shalossis, by your side. Wouldn't it be better to send that drunkard over there?"

Chen Ge looked at Croissant with an exaggerated expression. "Hey, hey, hey, are you stupid? That guy was sent by my father to protect me. Besides the one in the bell tower, there are many other Filin assassins in the city. You can make sarcastic remarks, but why don't you send the slave-hunting team with you over there?"

Croissant also changed his previous calm expression and snorted, "Those are experts in dealing with those inferior races. They are specially reserved to prevent those Fox warlocks from turning hostile. Aren't you afraid that they will turn back?"

Both of them said this, and neither of them was willing to suffer any loss, so the topic seemed to be at an end.

Chen Ge: "But the look of disbelief on that six-tailed idiot's face when she realized she'd been tricked was hilarious. She was tactful enough to hand over the prince, preventing your slave-hunting team from being effective. It's a bit of a shame to have to let them go, but at least it all worked out well."

One of the few insiders, the pitiful and foolish Marquis Banner of the loyalist faction, is already dead. The Aiel Empire has also found a good excuse for us to eliminate the eldest prince and recapture Bright Moon City. We can also take out Lord Pearl Tear, who may have known about this, and the assassin from the Flin tribe. After the war, our two families will become earl families. Then you and I will be the heroes of our families, Earl Momola, what a wonderful title.

Croissant nodded. "You're right. So, if we still can't take down the bell tower tonight, I plan to send the Viper Squad to deal with that Filin. What about you? Let that drunkard next to you continue to sleep like a homeless person outside your room all night, under the guise of protecting you?"

Chen Ge snorted in displeasure. "Oh, you think provoking me will work? But how can I let you take the credit? Your shabby slave-hunting team, which should have retired over a decade ago, is worthy of competing with Shalossis? Just wait and see, that scarf made of the Filin tribe's fur will definitely be my trophy."

Chapter 112 Bell Tower

The ominous, pitch-black object that towered into the clouds stood there quietly, silently watching the battlefield beneath its feet gradually being shrouded by the hazy night.

A burst of hurried horse hooves thumped across the muddy ground of the slums, splashing mud and blood onto the corpses lying around. Every few steps on this street, there were corpses to be seen, both humans and orcs. Crows and vultures circled in the sky, just like customers anxiously waiting for the chef to finish serving the dishes, eager to land for a good meal.

Rusalka leaned down to spur the warhorse under her crotch, but just as she passed a shadowy area, the horse's back suddenly jolted, and a severe sense of imbalance followed. The horse braked at high speed, which was contrary to biology. When Rusalka fell to the ground, she didn't even react to what happened. She only heard the screams and neighs from the horse behind her.

A silver-gleaming iron chain on the ground, commonly known as a tripwire, was the culprit of the accident. The horse's legs were obviously broken, and Rusalka couldn't help but silently mourn for her partner whom she had just met.

Woo woo, I’m taking a rice bath, have a good journey.

There was not even a moment to mourn for Mi Yu, as the one who was about to rush to the battlefield was the Emperor of the East China Sea!

Well, without the Emperor of the East China Sea, this is a street battle. Even if cavalry came in on horseback, they would only take the main road instead of this slum full of dark alleys and poor road conditions.

A few sparse figures in black cloaks walked out from the corner. One of them threw off the chain wrapped around his hands, took out a crossbow, and fired a few arrows at Rusalka. Then he drew the long sword at his waist, approached Rusalka, and said to his companion with a smile:

"Well done! He's riding so fast at night, and he's taking a small path. He must be a messenger. It's worth it that we've been waiting on this path for so long. Finally, we caught a big fish."

"Hey, hey, I set this trap. A messenger is worth two gold coins. We have to split it equally, right?"

"Of course, Les, you go cut off his head."

The young man who was called stepped forward and raised the sword in his hand towards Rusalka. Rusalka turned over flexibly and kicked, breaking the latter's legs directly.

"Ugh..."

The scream had just burst out of his throat when it stopped abruptly after a silver-white light flashed across his neck, leaving only the sound of a body falling to the ground.

"Les!! Bastard, I want you to pay with your life!"

Rusalka did not give the other side a chance to remember his comrades. He rushed forward and killed the two enemies who had just drawn their weapons. Then he pulled out the giant sword that had been hit and even embedded in the wall, and made a throwing gesture towards the guy who turned around and fled and was the first to cheer.

"I'm in a real hurry. You know, there are no war horses around here, so I'm in a bad mood. Go to hell."

The greatsword suddenly cut through the air, and after a scream, silence returned to the silent night.

Although he killed these miscellaneous soldiers, Rusalka was not happy at all. As time passed, he just looked at the dark clock tower, and a conflicting emotion gradually arose in his heart.

He hoped that the bell tower would not fire, because that meant that Phoenix could still hold on, but it also meant that Phoenix's situation was getting worse as time passed.

Even he himself had exhausted all his resources and positions after a series of battles. He didn't even have the chance to take a long rest. Apart from his health bar and only half of the resources in his holy healing pool, he was just an oversized super soldier.

He also hoped that the bell tower would fire now, because it meant that Phoenix might have chosen to escape. Then he could breathe a sigh of relief, take a long and leisurely rest to recover his position, and then attack.

But...if the bell tower fires again, there will be another bad situation.

Please, Phoenix, my brothers with an IQ of 18 all praise you for being smart, but you must escape by yourself and don’t do anything stupid.

Rusalka gritted her teeth, stepped over the corpses and blood on the ground, and ran quickly towards the clock tower.

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"Ugh."

The corpse fell on the stairs, and the head with fear in its eyes rolled down the steps and stopped only when it hit the wall.

The commander said coldly, "No one's coming up? Then continue drawing lots!"

"That guy wasn't a Filin at all, but a demon incarnate disguised as one. I saw with my own eyes that evil black fog swallow up my comrade, and then his head disappeared."

"I, I don't want to go up, I have family..."

Faced with the fear and cowardice spread by his soldiers, and the fact that the previous suicide squad had been annihilated, even the commander felt helpless.

The staircase in front of us clearly leads to the rooftop, but it is called "the staircase to hell" by the soldiers. Since the messenger came and gave the order to open fire on Rusalka's army at 8 o'clock in the morning, this bell tower has been guarded by this Filin tribe for a full 14 hours.

One person, one staircase, and nearly a hundred bodies lying near the exit.

14 hours! This wasn't just standing still; it was fighting with full concentration, continuously, without even a moment to drink water. How much longer could she hold out? No one knew.

If the other party had not decided to pursue the soldiers who came to clean up the corpses, the number of corpses alone would have been enough to form a flesh and blood gate for her to block them.

It's not that no one has ever tried to climb the wall, but Marquis Banner or the professional war tower designer had already considered this aspect, so the exterior wall design of the entire clock tower is actually a chamfered design, coupled with the smooth and hard marble wall, which makes climbing the exterior wall almost impossible for ordinary soldiers.

It is feasible to use ladders, but the ladders are currently kept in the military area of ​​the outer city. In addition, Rusalka's army directly rushed into the residential area, and the large-scale weapons in the outside area cannot be secretly transported in with Rusalka's army in between.

"Hiccup, look what I found? A bunch of good-for-nothings are sitting at the door with sad faces, drawing lots to decide who will be the first to end their failed lives."

A man in a conical hat, reeking of alcohol, slowly walked towards the soldiers gathered at the bell tower gate. He even held alcohol in his hand, which was prohibited in the barracks. The surrounding soldiers swallowed enviously after smelling the aroma of the alcohol.

"who are you?"

The other party reached into the collar of his loose cloth clothes, fumbled for a while, and then took out a badge. "I am an expert who came to clean up the mess for you losers. Alas, so many people can't even beat a kitten. It's really laughable."

"So you're the Marquis's guest. What are you still standing there for, you disgraceful bunch? Are you planning to go up and die? Make way for him!"

Although they didn't know who the other party was, after realizing that this was their savior who would save them from drawing lots and going up to die, the group of soldiers dropped the long and short lots in their hands and dispersed as if they had been pardoned.

"Hmm, the air smells pretty good, the smell of blood, and that murderous aura that feels like a dagger at my neck. It's perfect for drinking." Shalossis slowly shouted to the air beside him, "A bunch of hyenas, planning to pick up other people's leftovers again?"

Faint ripples appeared in the air as the evening breeze blew by. Under the dim illumination of the torches, if one looked carefully, one could faintly make out the outlines of several human figures that almost blended in with the surrounding scenery.

A vulgar response came from the air: "Hey, drunkard, while we were dominating the land of the Ai'er Empire, enjoying the good life and playing with the Filin people everywhere, you were still sucking your mother's nz."

As the leader finished speaking, bursts of wild and unrestrained laughter came from all around.

Shalossis first chuckled, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, a sharp murderous aura emanated from him and swept across the area. An invisible wind blew up the leaves on the ground, and the laughter of the surrounding Viper Squad members came to an abrupt end.

Shalosis said calmly, "Actually, I don't mind killing a few more Yangyangdao."

The Viper Squad quickly dispersed, surrounding Shalossis. The captain standing before him scoffed and responded, "Huh? You're not bad, huh? From my experience, a fellow like you would fetch a good price in the brothels of the capital!"

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a carriage drove over. Momola Chenge shouted from the carriage, "Hey, Shalossis, what the hell are you doing? I asked you to come here to deal with that damn wild cat, not to fight with that group of...viper-hunters!"

Allen Croissant's voice echoed from the carriage, "Sir King Snake, no matter where the rules are, we must first catch the prey before discussing the distribution of the spoils. If we let the prey escape, it would be a joke."

The captain of the Viper Squad spat. From the perspective of the others, it looked like a mouthful of saliva suddenly appeared in the air and was spat on the ground. "Tsk, be happy for your ass, pretty boy."

Shalossis took his hand off the hilt. "The same goes for your head."

After the two groups finished cursing at each other, Shalossis said, "I'll go up through the main gate. If you guys plan to follow me, don't blame me if I kill you by accident."

"It's okay. We in the Viper Squad are always generous. Even though the drunkard's body won't sell for much, we'll still be kind enough to collect it for you. It might be worth a few coppers to the Necromancer."

So this group that disliked each other decided to divide the work among themselves, and Shalossis fought Phoenix head-on. While attracting Phoenix's attention, the Viper Squad climbed up the wall and attacked.

Self-confidence does not mean arrogance. Shalossis did not look down on the Filin assassin who was able to stay here for 14 hours and chose not to escape even though he had the strength to retreat. The unwritten rule in this world is that even if you want to show off your military power, you have to wait until you can step on the enemy's corpse before showing off.

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If you stand on the top of the clock tower, feel the evening breeze and overlook the night view of the entire city, it is actually quite pleasant.

Phoenix smoothed her hair and looked quietly at the open door in front of her and the vertical stairs behind the door that led up from the bottom.

It has been 5 minutes since the last person came up.

Even without seeing, Phoenix could feel that the next person who came up was very strong.

And it wasn't just the person who came up. There were also many auras slowly crawling up from the walls of the bell tower. Although the speed was not fast, Phoenix was not completely sure whether she could wait for them to arrive before dealing with this new challenger.

Exhaling slowly, he gathered the shadow power within him, then gripped the dagger tightly...

The next second, a sharp sword light was reflected in her golden eyes. She reacted very quickly, her petite body suddenly shrank, and she quickly fell to the ground.

The next moment, the wall at the entrance was split into two halves!

The daggers carrying black mist flew out with two clang sounds. Shalossis, holding a long sword, stepped on the two daggers on the ground that were still wrapped in a few strands of black mist.

"Hey, hey, it was easy coming up here." He said with a smile, his tone was very relaxed, but his actions were very honest. He slowly held the sword in front of him and took a vigilant defensive posture towards Phoenix. "Kitty, put your claws away, okay? I promise you won't die painfully. Otherwise, if those perverts come up and you get caught, I won't let you die quickly even if you beg me."

In response, a black lightning came rapidly from the front.

Shalossis swung the sword in his hand, and a flash of sword light appeared. Black lightning rushed towards him from all directions. The sound of weapons clashing was as continuous as the sound of raindrops falling in a rainstorm, but the black fog could not break through the barrier of sword light at all.

"Zhan!" Shalossis shouted softly, and the lightning and the sword light disappeared at the same time. The two daggers in Phoenix's hands were directly blocked by the sword.

The black mist and energy wrapped around each other's arms, and they each used all their strength to fight with the sword.

When their eyes met, Shalossis looked into Phoenix's icy eyes and snorted, "So, I hate that kind of look that's filled with false faith and self-admiration. So I'm curious, who would be on someone like you're thinking of before you die?"

Phoenix didn't say anything, but the tail behind her passed between her legs without a trace, and then stabbed forward with a short blade.

Shalossis' pupils shrank, and a strong energy suddenly burst out from his body. This move was also used by Viscount Consenat's butler. Although it would consume a huge amount of internal energy, it was able to shock Phoenix away and resolve this dangerous surprise attack.

"Ha..." Shalossis pinched his slightly sweaty palms. It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of hovering on the line between life and death in a battle. This made his heart beat faster and he was extremely excited.

But the secret to his survival is not just his strong swordsmanship, but also his calm mind and a little trick.

"Let me guess, the reason you abandoned your companions wasn't because of the Lord of Pearl Tears? I've heard of him; he's an outstanding Great Knight. I imagine he possesses all the virtues of a Great Knight: handsome, dashing, just, and kind. He's a man who brings warmth to others, isn't he?"

As the two clashed, Shalossis, while doing his best to passively block, muttered to Phoenix, "Are you waiting for him to come? Oh, poor fellow, it's a pity he won't come to save you. He fell into a trap set by my master this morning and died in the outer city."

A black mist spike attacked from the shadow behind him. He turned around suddenly to avoid the spike, but his eyes became extremely sharp at this moment. Ignoring the wound on his waist, he quickly raised the sword that was touching the ground.

The tip of the knife was stained with blood. Shalossis looked at Phoenix, whose arm was wrapped in black mist and had been cut with a wound more than ten centimeters long. A smile of success appeared on his face.

"I'm so sorry, I cut off his head with my own hands."

The black fog spread rapidly on the rooftop.

Chapter 113 Phoenix