Slime Cultivation Game

Boom! Boom! The shaking of the earth became louder and louder, like the heart of a dead person beating more and more powerfully.

"grown ups!"

A loud shout rang out among the Night Demon Army. Bell looked in the direction of the sound, but his pupils shrank into a dot the next second...

Chapter 84: Death of Karen

"grown ups!"

A loud shout rang out among the Night Demon Army. Bell looked in the direction of the sound, but his pupils shrank into a point the next second.

In the dense forest not far away, a devastating flood was pumping towards them.

The rushing water rushed to the night demons in the blink of an eye.

Wherever the water passes, trees along the way are destroyed, sand and rocks roll, the ground shakes, and all life is swept up in it.

The amazing power of nature was fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Flood? How is it possible? How can there be a flood in this season?"

"How can it be……"

"Could it be that humans have produced a seventh-level water spellcaster?"

The Night Demon soldiers stood there in a daze for a moment.

It is the fear of the power of nature, the instinctive fear that is inherent in life.

"Lennon! You set me up!" Bell was the first to react. He yelled at the dying God's Knight, quickened his pace and was about to rush forward to chop off his head, but was grabbed by his adjutant.

"Lord Bell, go, retreat, retreat quickly!"

The adjutant shouted to the soldiers behind him.

The night demons reacted belatedly, mounted their giant-toothed lizards, and sprinted out of the depression at full speed.

"Retreat? Can we retreat?"

At this moment, Leo's figure appeared in the woods on both sides of the depression.

Standing beside him, in addition to Viscount Carter's soldiers, there were also the Order Cultists and the defeated troops that Kallen had gathered along the way.

Although these defeated troops were not very capable in frontal combat, they would never hesitate when faced with the opportunity to beat up the fallen.

"All troops! Listen to my command! Spellcasters, cast your spells! Soldiers, shoot your arrows! Kill!"

"kill!"

Golden light shone in the forest. Fireballs, holy light swords, and arrows poured towards the Night Devil's personal guards regardless of cost or consumption.

At this moment, the soldiers from the North vented all their anger.

They want revenge, revenge for their dead colleagues.

They want to kill, to protect their families.

They must win, win for the glory of the North!

"kill!"

"Don't let these beasts get out of the depression!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Amid the shouts, the night demons were exhausted from dealing with the situation.

With blockades in front and floods behind, they finally felt the long-lost fear.

"damn it!"

"Get out of here, damn!"

"Come on!"

Bell kept shouting, trying to make his soldiers rush faster.

But the Night Demon Cavalry were unable to break out at full speed under the attack of arrows and magic.

The poor maneuverability of the giant-toothed lizard was fully exposed in this situation.

Faced with this desperate situation where they were sure to die, they had no way out.

Eventually, the icy floodwaters overwhelmed Knight Lennon's stone and overtook the fleeing Night Demons.

Dragged them into the river of death.

"Damn it! Damn humans!"

"Cunning! Insidious!"

"Wow!"

In the river, these night demons shouted and roared, making the last sounds of their lives.

The water of the Winter River during the long winter is extremely cold, scraping the bones and pricking the soul. Soaking in it for a while will cause death from hypothermia.

Not to mention, there were human soldiers on the shore, firing at the struggling night demons.

"It's over..." Leo tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Water drops fell from the sky at the right moment, and lightning and thunder streaked across the sky.

Heavy rain is coming.

"Mr. Leo, don't you like your masterpiece?" Karen's voice came from behind.

Leo turned his head and saw the haggard face of the female mechanic.

In order to melt the ice as quickly as possible, she and the order believers she brought with her were exhausted.

"No, it's not that I don't like it, I just think... it would be better if this flood could drown all the night demons." Leo smiled bitterly.

"Uh..." Kallen didn't expect Leo to answer like that, and she was stunned for a moment.

She thought Leo would be complacent about this victory, but now it seems that this man probably didn't take this victory seriously at all.

Even Leo himself didn't realize this.

"Mr. Leo, don't worry, there will be opportunities later." Viscount Carter smiled heartily and punched Leo in the chest: "With you here, we will definitely win this war."

After these battles, in the eyes of him and the soldiers behind him, Leo had become infinitely similar to the Duke of Telsk, the King of the North.

The soldiers even subconsciously believed that Leo's decision could not be wrong.

Such superstition is fatal on the battlefield. But it must be said that it is the prerequisite for building a kingly army.

"Yes, there will be a chance." Leo smiled, looked at the cold water, took out the horse bag, and poured the last of the liquor into it: "Mr. Lennon, you are a true warrior, I toast you."

Hearing this, the generals who were originally in high spirits also showed sad expressions.

Yes, in this battle, although they wiped out the Night Devil's personal guards, they also lost the life of a sixth-level knight.

This... was a tragic victory.

The generals and soldiers placed one hand on their right chest, touching their hearts, expressing their highest respect and sorrow for Lennon.

But among these mourning people, there were no members of the Order Cult, let alone Saint Frey.

They just stared at the lake coldly, showing no emotion at all.

"Absolutely rational, really ironic." Leo smiled bitterly in his heart, and his consciousness also conveyed Miss Shikoti's dissatisfaction.

That's right, Miss Shikoti was sent into the lake by him and turned into the body of slime.

Leo wanted to retrieve the body of Knight Commander Lennon. He didn't want this warrior to be stranded outside with nowhere to go.

In addition, he also hoped that Miss Shikoti could take this opportunity to eat as many Night Demon corpses in the lake as possible. If there were any beautiful Night Demon ladies, they could directly devour the incarnation in case of future needs.

But it was obvious that the cold lake water made Miss Shikoti very uncomfortable. She kept muttering and saying viciously, "Master must reward me well tonight", "I want to press the master under me and rub him", "I want to let the master know what true pleasure is".

Leo unconsciously covered his waist.

"Anyway, Mr. Leo, we won." Kallen took a step forward, raised her head, and her long red hair fluttered in the wind: "This is a good start, right?"

"Hmm..." Leo gathered his thoughts and blinked his eyes: "Yes, this is a good start."

"Leo..." The female mechanic looked at him: "What should we do next - be careful!"

"What?" Leo was startled and felt a sound of breaking air coming from his side.

He turned his head and saw Captain Bell of the Royal Guard jumping out of the cold lake and looking at him with the most ferocious eyes.

The halberd that should have been in Bell's hand was already flying in the air.

No, it shouldn't be called mid-air, but rather - in front of Leo.

"Only you, only you, the commander of Winterhold! You must die! Hahaha! For the glory of the Night Demon!"

"Leo!"

"Mr. Leo!"

"Owner!"

Three exclamations sounded at the same time, but Leo could not move, he was locked by Bell's magic.

Can't hide!

Leo instinctively closed his eyes and held the water-shaped sword in front of him.

With a "swish" sound.

The sound of Jorge's knife cutting through butter made Leo's heart tremble, but he didn't feel any pain in his body.

He opened his eyes subconsciously.

The next moment, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The second in line to the throne in the North, the noble and steadfast Lady Kallen, was standing in front of him.

The sharp spear pierced through her body and stopped less than an inch away from Leo's body.

"Leo, are you... okay..."

The female mechanic turned her head and gave him a gentle smile: "As I said, Mr. Leo, your life is very important to me."

Chapter 85 What Did She Say?

"Leo, are you... okay..." The female mechanic turned her head and gave him a gentle smile: "I told you, Mr. Leo, your life is very important to me."

"What...what...no, no..." Leo stared blankly at Miss Karen who fell in his arms, unable to speak.

"Shoot! Damn that bastard!" Viscount Carter roared.

The Holy Light Sword and arrows flew and accurately hit the body of Night Demon Bell.

He was beaten into a sieve in an instant.

Of course, from the moment he jumped out of the water, he had no intention of living.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that I still couldn't kill you. I feel ashamed towards the commander." Bell's pupils dilated and he fell into the water.

But Leo had never heard of these things. She just held Karen's hand and pressed her wound with the other hand: "Karen, Karen...why, why are you..."

"I said...you...are very important...Leo, cough..." The female mechanic kept coughing up blood.

The scarlet blood mixed with her flaming hair.

Her vitality is fading, and her life is like a candle in the wind.

"If you don't want her to die, get out of the way, White Knight Leo."

"Ah?" Leo raised his head and saw the expressionless face of Saint Frey. He seemed to have grasped the last straw and whispered: "You can save her, right?"

"I can only try my best." Fulei looked at her, took out a small bottle from her bosom, and poured it into Kallen's mouth. As night fell, a bonfire lit up on the banks of the Winter River.

Humanity has achieved a true victory since the Night Demon Invasion.

More than 1,300 Night Demon Guards were wiped out here.

This guard corps can be regarded as the sharpest spearhead of the Night Demon Army. Commander Bell is a knight at the peak of the fifth level, only one step away from the sixth level.

Being able to annihilate them would have an unimaginable impact on both the battle situation and morale.