Slime Cultivation Game

The night demons came in from outside the Marian Wall. The map in their hands was naturally a winter map. They had no idea that this depression would be irrigated by floods and become their burial place.

"Master, Viscount Carter and the Saint are also ready." Shikoti emerged from the shadows holding a horse bag in her hand. "Viscount Carter asked me to bring this to you. He said it was strong liquor from the North. It has just been warmed up."

"Okay..." Leo took the horse bag, unsealed the gag, and the strong alcohol ran across his throat and rolled into his abdomen like a knife: "Ahem, it's really strong liquor. I can't get used to it."

"Then, we should use the death of the Night Demons to pay tribute to the souls of the dead in the North."

Leo has nothing but respect for these soldiers who defend their country.

He turned the horse bag upside down.

Strong liquor seeps into the black earth.

Water vapor is rising. In the dense forest.

The Night Demon messenger returned to the main force.

"Report, traces of human soldiers were found ahead. It seems that they are building rafts and preparing to cross the river."

"Ha, I finally caught those fish that slipped through the net." Bell, the general of the Night Demon team, grinned and said, "Who is the leader? Can you see clearly?"

"Not sure, but judging by their attire, they should be the White Cavalry of the Order Cult."

"Yes, it looks like the main force of Winterhold. As expected, they must have gathered the defeated soldiers, so their speed has slowed down."

Bell thought for a moment and waved his whip: "Let the flank troops go around behind them, we will surround them and never give them a chance to escape."

"Yes, my lord."

"Lord Bell, why are we holding on to that squad?" After the order was given, the adjutant asked in confusion, "Shouldn't our guards follow the commander to chase after Marquis Logan's main force?"

"Humph, you are too short-sighted." Bell shook his head, his eyes cold. "That remnant of the army actually turned back to the north and tricked us. Let me ask you, can you think of such a marching route in such a desperate situation?"

"..." The adjutant gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction, but still sighed: "Of course not."

"That's right, you can't, and neither can I." Bell licked his dry lips: "But, there is one person who can."

"The commander of Winterhold?"

"Well, he's not too stupid. Yes, it's him." Bell glanced at his adjutant with satisfaction: "Do you remember the commander's order? Find the commander of Winterhold and kill him. Don't give him a bigger stage."

"So, we have to get rid of the remaining human army here. Haha, I thought we would definitely lose them. Unexpectedly, they gathered the remaining troops and slowed down their marching speed."

"What a shame, what a shame, there must be some naive big shot in that army. This time, we are going to have a great achievement, hahaha!"

"Pass the order down, launch a surprise attack in two natural hours, and leave no one alive." By the Winter River.

Lennon held the necklace in his hand, looked at the raft he had just built, and shook his head.

During the winter flood season, the water in the Winter River is turbulent, and this place happens to be the corner where the river changes course. It is impossible to cross the river with a raft like this.

Leo had deliberately asked him to build a raft here, obviously to let Night Demon see that this was a decoy.

And the purpose of sending me here is also very obvious.

He needed a person of weight as bait to make the night demons take the bait.

"Sixth-rank God-favored Knights, can you take this bait?" Feeling the murderous intent gradually solidifying into a solid entity, Lennon's mouth curled up: "I never thought that in the last moments of my life, I could still enjoy the pleasure of killing these beasts with my own hands."

"Thank you, Leo."

"kill!"

On both sides of the dense forest, the roar of a night demon sounded.

Immediately afterwards, flocks of birds took off from the dense forest.

One by one, the Night Demon Cavalrymen riding on giant-tusked lizards rushed out, wielding their spears and slashing at the Order Cultists.

"Well done!"

Lennon shouted loudly, golden light flowed from his body, and he stomped his foot hard on the ground. A huge shock wave exploded in all directions in an instant.

There was a boom.

The few Night Demon Cavalrymen rushing in the front didn't even have time to react before they were minced into pieces by the shock wave.

This is not over yet.

The next moment, Lennon turned into a golden afterimage, wielding two two-handed giant swords, and shuttled through the surging army of night demons.

The huge sword that originally required tremendous strength to hold with both hands, in his hands, was as light as a dagger.

Lennon was swelling like a hill, but his speed was so fast that even the naked eye could not keep up.

Every time the golden light flowed and every time the giant sword was swung, a troll fell to the ground.

This is the sixth-order strongman—the God-favored Knight, Lennon.

"Damn it, they are actually the God's Knights. Haha, well, they actually sent all the God's Knights out to build ships. That human army must be desperate!"

Bell swung his whip: "Form a formation, go! Capture them! For the glory of the Night Demon!"

"Yes!"

"kill!"

The death of their comrades did not cause this elite force to panic, but instead made their fighting spirit even higher.

These night demons are evil spirits that crawled back from the abyss of death. As long as they can bite off a piece of flesh from humans, they would rather sacrifice their lives!

Chapter 83: The End of a Warrior

The battle in the forest has reached a white-hot stage.

Bell's body was wrapped in a strange azure blue curve, and his aura had reached the peak of the fifth level.

With a halberd, he fought with Lennon.

At their feet, hundreds of night demon corpses were scattered on the ground.

That was all Lennon's work.

Not only did he firmly suppress Bell, he also had enough strength to chop the surrounding Night Demon soldiers into pieces.

It can be said that he alone destroyed one third of the combat power of the Night Demon army.

But...that's where it ends.

"clang!"

Lennon swung Bell's halberd aside, kicked him in the chest, raised his great sword, and was about to behead him, but several night demons rushed out at the right time, slashing his knees and elbows with scimitars in their hands.

"Forehead……"

In pain, Lennon turned the blade and chopped the Night Demon soldiers into pieces. However, he also lost the opportunity to kill Bell with one blow, which allowed him to recover.

"Huh..." Lennon gasped with his eyes closed, his body covered with wounds. Scarlet blood flowed on his skin every minute and every second, draining his vitality.

Lennon and the Night Demons fought and retreated, from the raft building location to the agreed depression. More than 30 Order believers beside him were all killed, leaving only himself.

“Haha, you are worthy of being a sixth-rank divine knight, Knight Lennon.” Bell moved his halberd and coughed out two mouthfuls of blood: “Blind, slow, freeze…Haha, you have been hit by so many of our dark night magics and paid so many sacrifices, but we have only dragged you to this point.”

"I can't imagine how many casualties we would have suffered if we hadn't borrowed the power of the ancient dragon and directly faced you and the White Cavalry at your peak."

"But that's all, right? Where is the large force you were asked to protect? Where is it now? If you don't come out, I'll have no choice but to collect your bodies."

Bale looked at Lennon jokingly. He was not a fool. On his way over, he had been observing the terrain here.

Although this place is a depression, it is not surrounded by mountains, nor is there a narrow pass that only allows entry but not exit. Even if there are ambushes, the giant tusk lizard can rely on its mobility to evacuate.

That's why he ordered his soldiers to chase all the way in.

Bell believed that it was worth taking such a small risk in order to kill a sixth-level transcendent.

After all, there are not many opportunities to hunt down a supernatural being with an army.

Generally speaking, although high-level extraordinary people are powerful, their roles in war are somewhat limited.

For example, a fifth-level extraordinary person, if fighting alone, can easily crush or even kill extraordinary people below the fourth level in seconds. But on the battlefield, he can only deal with the siege of less than ten fourth-level strongmen at most.

If there are reinforcements who continuously cast various spells next to the fourth-level strongman, the combat influence of the fifth-level strongman will be further reduced, and there is even a possibility of being killed in return.

Therefore, if you want to unleash the combat power of high-level extraordinary people, you need to equip them with matching soldiers, that is, auxiliary.

These soldiers could be spellcasters or fearless cavalrymen, depending on the characteristics of the commander.

This is also the reason why Bell, as a fifth-level Night Demon, was able to fight with Lennon and force him into this state.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the selfless assistance of the Night Devil soldiers.

But now, Lennon has no such help.

This is the best chance to kill him. If he escapes back to the main force, it will be difficult to deal with him.

Bale knows this, Lennon knows this, and Leo knows this, so Bale will definitely take this bait.

What's more, in Bell's eyes, behind the God-favored Knight, there is very likely the commander of Winterhold who must die.

"Oh, what a shame." Lennon closed his eyes and picked up the giant sword. Under the influence of many spells, he had lost his vision and had to rely entirely on hearing to determine the enemy's position. "I actually let you bastards force me to this extent."

“I am indeed old.”

"What a pity! If I were five years younger, I could kill all of you bastards just by relying on myself."

"Hahaha, you're right." Bell showed a serious expression: "Knight Commander Lennon, your power is amazing. The Night Demons have always respected the strong. The commander originally intended not to accept prisoners or surrender, but for you, we can make an exception."

"If you are willing to surrender now, then I can promise you that you will be respected by the Night Demon Clan."

"Hahaha, so noisy!" Lennon laughed loudly, closed his eyes and clenched the giant sword, stomped his feet hard, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Bell: "Want to persuade me to surrender? Are you afraid?"

"Shh!"

"Ding!"

"swing!"

"What! How do you still have this strength!?"

The two two-handed giant swords came like a storm, smashing into Bell's halberd with devastating force.

Bell's strength, which had been boosted by countless magic, couldn't even find a chance to breathe in this torrential attack, and could only retreat again and again, constantly adjusting his pace.

The sword blade brushed past his long hair and passed along the pupil under his eyelashes, almost cutting off his head.

Cold sweat was thrown onto the ground, reflecting his panicked eyes.

"My Lord, I am here to help you!"

"Lord of the Dark Night, grant us the power to destroy the heavens and the earth! Rise, the fire of sin!"

The dark night flames released by all the Night Demon spellcasters, carrying a strong aroma of death, rose from behind Bell, bypassed him, and accurately hit Lennon's chest, stopping his attack.

There was a boom.

The air was filled with smoke and the ground was shaking continuously.

Bell took several steps back before he stopped declining. He looked at the halberd that was broken into two pieces in his hand and swallowed in fear.

At that moment just now, he really thought he was going to die.

This halberd was one of the Night Demons' divine weapons, and was strengthened by dragon blood. However, it was completely destroyed by the divine knight in the smoke.

The knight named Lennon used two of the most common standard swords.

"What a monster. But that's all. He was hit head-on by the Fire of Sin. Even a knight of God's favor in his prime would not be able to hold out."

as predicted.

When the smoke cleared, only one giant sword remained in Lennon's hand. The warrior was leaning on the remaining giant sword, supporting his body so as not to fall down.

But the dilated pupils and weak breathing all showed that this soldier had reached the end of his life.

But, Night Demon is not having a good time either.

In order to deal with this sixth-level warrior, they paid the lives of one-third of their soldiers. The remaining spellcasters had almost exhausted their strength and were constantly adjusting their breathing.

You have to know that this is the personal guard of Commander Calvaro. The weakest soldiers are all third-level strongmen, and more than half of them are fourth-level masters.

With such combat power, even if there are only a thousand people, it is enough to deal with an ordinary army of ten thousand people.

"You are a respectable warrior, cough cough." Bell coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and walked towards Lennon.

He wanted to give Lennon the highest honor - cut off his head with his own hands.

One step, two steps, three steps, the distance between Bale and Lennon grew closer;