Fashen live room

Chapter 186

The fighters of the Durham Freedom Army had already rushed to the front of the envoy.

"kill!"

They roared, shouted, and rushed up.

The first line of defense for the missions is carriages, but there are few carriages in the first place, and there is no such line of defense in most directions. Even if the directions where the carriages are deployed, the carriages are quickly dismantled by the soldiers' spears and swords It became a piece of wood, scattered all over the place.

The second line of defense is war horses, which are much more reliable than the first line of defense. They blocked the soldiers of the Durham Freedom Army for a while, but the good times did not last long. As the soldiers greeted with swords and guns, the war horses were not Falling down means struggling crazily under the pain and running desperately outside, often after trampling down two or three people, they will be surrounded by the vast crowd of people in the place, and be chopped down to the ground by spears and knives.

It cost a lot for the Durham Freedom Army to break through this line of defense. Some of the casualties were caused by the crazy horses, and more were the losses caused by the knights behind the line of defense when they were dealing with the horses. The circle formed by the second line of defense was covered with blood and stumps, and many dying people were lying on the ground crying, but they would be trampled by the soldiers behind.

The third line of defense is the line of defense composed of the bodies of the knights and crusaders, and this is also the last line of defense of the envoys.

"kill!"

These elite fighters stood firm on their respective positions, refusing to budge an inch, their weapons constantly beckoning to the oncoming enemy, forming a steel city wall with their bodies.

After killing two enemies, a soldier was accidentally stabbed in the chest by a long spear. With a roar, he chopped down the barrel of the gun and then slashed out again, cutting off the head of the soldier on the opposite side. Unable to hold on anymore, he fell to the ground while stroking the wound on his chest with his hands, blood kept gushing from his mouth, and his eyes looked at the sky, gradually dimmed.

Immediately after the soldier fell, someone next to him took a step across to replace him. With a swing of the sword, the arms of two enemy fighters who wanted to take the opportunity to break through the gap were severed, causing screams.

This last line of defense has become a meat grinding ground. The enemy and us are not giving an inch. People fall every second, and the corpses continue to pile up. The blood soaked the ground and spread to the surrounding edges. The strong smell of blood spread , Shouts of killing, curses, screams and screams can be heard endlessly.

The mages in the envoys have changed their tactics. Instead of throwing evocation spells outside, they have replaced them with quicksand and spider web spells that restrict the movement of the opponent's fighters. Pressure, but also because of their help, these fighters can sustain it.

Armstrong opened his mouth, and found that his magic power had been exhausted after halfway through the spell.

Then he glanced around, a firm light flashed in his eyes, he pulled out his saber, pushed through the crowd and rushed outside resolutely.

All this was seen by Norman.

He hasn't studied classical Chinese for a long time. Although he is very smart and this song "Qin Feng Wu Yi" is also very simple, he still understands it somewhat stagnantly. For example, the sentence "Wang Yu Xing Shi" is not very understandable , so he hasn't been chanting something that might be a spell.

But when he saw the tragic scene where everyone was fighting for death, being in such an environment, being infected and assimilated by the surrounding atmosphere, he suddenly realized.

He comprehended the spirit and artistic conception of this ancient poem, so everything went smoothly.

Norman opened his mouth, immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, he no longer rapped, but recited according to his own rhythm.

"Don't you mean no clothes? I'm in the same robe as my son..."

Who says there are no clothes to wear?I would wear that robe with you! ...

And as the words came out, Norman felt his magic power flowing.

It is indeed a kind of magic that can trigger a magical reaction!
It's just that Norman immediately sensed that something was wrong.

His magic is flowing so fast!

If it is said that when he chanted other spells, the flow of magic power was like a trickle, then when he chanted this spell, his magic power seemed to be swallowed by a huge bottomless pit, which was enough to release three level 2 spells. The magic is drained in the blink of an eye!

"No, this spell requires too much magic power!"

Thanks to Norman's knowledge of "The Heart Sutra of Catch the Sea", he can also distract himself from talking to Lancelot and reflect on his situation.And under his anxiety, he didn't care to cover it up by talking to himself. Anyway, everyone was concentrating on fighting the enemy, and no one would notice his abnormal behavior.

After receiving Norman's feedback, Lancelot was both surprised and delighted: the joy is that this is really a spell, and the surprise is that a new situation has emerged.

"bloodletting!"

In an emergency, Lancelot could only gamble with their immature research results, "Let your own blood!"

bloodletting?

Norman didn't have time to think about it. His trust in the Knights Templar for a long time made him immediately draw out his dagger, and slashed at his left arm!

Blood gurgled from the cut foe on his arm, and a strange feeling came over him.

Norman felt something rise in his blood with his words, and with that rise, he too was able to read on.

"Master Wang Yuxing..."

His blood can actually replace magic power to cast spells!
"Is it effective?!"

Lancelot asked quickly after seeing that he was bleeding.

"efficient!"

Norman thought this was very miraculous, completely beyond his common sense, "Why can my blood have magical effects?"

Seeing that the bloodletting was effective, Lancelot finally had time to explain: "Do you remember that your physical fitness is beyond ordinary people? Originally, your self-healing ability was 20 times that of ordinary people, but recently it has reached 30 times. Such an increase There must be a source of growth, and where is the source of growth? We thought of your meditation space."

"You said that there are many cracks in your meditation space. That's the contract with the Father God. The magic power generated by your meditation will flow away from the cracks and be wasted, but we think that maybe those magic powers are not really wasted. It is integrated into your body and your blood, which may be the reason why your physical fitness surpasses that of ordinary people, and because of this, we guess that your blood may contain magic power..."

Norman was not idle while listening to Lancelot's explanation. He kept chanting spells, holding a dagger in his hand, and from time to time cut a cut on his arm to let blood-his self-healing ability was too strong. Strong, if you ignore it, the wound will heal in a while.

And under such circumstances, he finally finished reading the first sentence of the poem.

(End of this chapter)