Bloom manipulated a pair of long mechanical arms to pick up the sand, carefully avoiding touching the man who had been crushed so as not to aggravate the other man's injuries. It took two minutes to finally expose him, and Bloom breathed a sigh of relief as he looked closely at the man's outfit.

"It's okay, it's not from our side."

Kirov was also observing the unconscious man, although the other party's breastplate was damaged and covered with dust, it couldn't hide the strong magic aura, which was clearly a high-level magic equipment.

"There aren't many people who can afford to wear this kind of cuirass, and this guy is probably a senior officer on the other side." Kirov speculated.

"Aha! That's good news! "Bloom was chasing Manfred, but he crossed a sand dune and was nowhere to be seen, and it was not in vain to bump into the brightly armored Canaanite officer.

There was no need to be polite to the enemy, and Bloom manipulated the mechanical arm to shake the unconscious Canaanite officer: "Hey! Man, are you alright? There is still a squeak of gas. ”

After all, Mayer is a quasi-legendary "Soul Blader", who was severely injured by Roland with a "slashing wave" and then crushed by mechanical armor, and still has a glimmer of life, and was awakened by Bloom in a rough way, opened his eyes and asked weakly: "Who are you......"

"Hey?! Who is Lao Tzu's turn to ask you, a prisoner of war? Bloom was angry, and manipulated the mechanical arm to slap him, "Make it clear to me, it's you who should explain the origin!" ”

"You're not qualified to interrogate me," Meyer slapped him, bleeding from the corners of his mouth but not changing his haughty attitude, "let your prince come—"

"Whew! Which green onion are you! Bloom interrupted him with another slap, "A sand bandit leader is not very capable, but the shelf is not small!" ”

"I'm not a bandit...... "Mayer couldn't help but argue.

"Not a sand bandit?" Bloom glared at him in surprise, "It's not a sand bandit, what are you doing in our Far East?" Sightseeing? ”

Mayer closed his eyes in despair, speechless for a moment. The entry and plunder of the sand bandits is a plausible reason, but what is the explanation for his dignified Medes' invasion into the Far East in the middle of the night? It is enough to cross the border without permission, and become a prisoner of the Far Eastern border guards, and if you reveal your true identity, it will only lead to double the humiliation.

Fortunately, Meyer's embarrassment did not last long. Roland saw the light and flew down from the dunes, patting the mechanical armored hatch and signaling Bloom to stop abusing the captives.

"Roland! You came just in time, this kid just said that he wanted to see you, and his tone is so big, it seems that his origin is not small. Bloom cast the light on Mayer's face so that Roland could see it.

"This man is indeed not small, he is Meyer Rosenthal, the governor of the Medes." Roland said with a smile.

Mayer closed his eyes tightly, ashamed enough to burrow deep into the sand.

"Oh! That's a big fish! Bloom excitedly high-fived Kirov in celebration, "Roland, how are you going to clean up this guy?" ”

Roland was about to reply, when a magic wave suddenly set off in the air, and a red ball of light appeared. Holding the ball of light to read the information, he couldn't help but be slightly moved, turned to Bloom and said, "Treat this Governor well for me, I still have some things to deal with, and I'll talk about it later." ”

"Don't worry, go and get busy, this kid will be handed over to me to take care of, and he won't be able to run away if he gives him two legs!" Bloom manipulated his steel claw to grab Mayer's leg and turned towards the Armored Knights' position. Mayer was dragged upside down by him, making a long rut in the sand, suffering enough but powerless to resist, and secretly regretting that he had started this war to invade the Far East, but instead of taking advantage of it, he had become a prisoner.

At this time, the battle in the air was about to end, the "Wind Knights" struggled to support most of the night, and finally at the moment when they witnessed Meyer and Waltin being shot down, their morale collapsed, and they were lucky enough to break out of the encirclement of the Far East Air Force and escape from the battlefield, and those who could not escape had to follow Mayer's example as a prisoner, and finally returned safely to Medes, with less than 100 dragon knights, and the sphin-faced eagle-faced beasts were almost wiped out. Overnight, the "Knights of the Winds", with its glorious history and mighty desert, lost eighty percent of its troops, and in fact could no longer exist independently as a tactical force.

In comparison, the Far Eastern Air Force lost a total of 42 eagles, 30 vultures, and 24 knights, while the Parnia-Griffin Knights lost 21 people. As for the number of wounded, it is almost three times that of the dead. Judging from the casualty figures alone, although it is much smaller than that of the Canaan Air Force, it also paid great sacrifices, and this battle can be called tragic.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of priests and druids on Roland's side, and the wounded soldiers can get divine healing when they return to their mothership, recover quickly, and the dead will have a chance to come back to life. Roland barely used high-level magic in battle, just to keep as many divine slots as possible for resurrecting his own victims after the battle. Of course, Roland alone could not resurrect hundreds of fallen soldiers, and he had sent a message to Boris, the Patriarch of the Sindra Church in Krasburg, asking Boris to send a high-ranking priest who could perform the resurrection magic to help.

Teleportation scrolls plus diamonds to cast resurrection spells are a lot of expenses, but Roland doesn't plan to be stingy in this regard, the eagles, vultures, griffons, and knights who ride them into battle are like fighters and pilots on Earth, and their value is much higher than the casting materials of the resurrection spell, and he doesn't plan to pay for it out of his own pocket. The Canaanites unleashed this unjust war, and of course there was a price to pay for their defeat. He will negotiate with the authorities in Bethlehem on the issue of reparations, and it is difficult to say exactly how to pay compensation, but according to the traditions of the Vares countries, the nobles who were defeated and captured in the war can ask for ransom, and Mayer, as the governor of Media, the prince of the Rosenthal family, and the younger brother of Madame Judy, Queen of Canaan, has made a windfall in cooperation with Baron Hurd in stealing the gold mines of Mochizuki Mountain over the years, and his status is noble and rich, so it is not too much to ask him for a ransom of two or three million, right? This ransom alone is enough to cover the cost of resurrecting all the dead.

Now is not the time to think about the aftermath, Roland unleashed a divine flight and took off, soon finding that the situation in the air was extremely tense.

The Canaanite Air Force had fled back to Medes, and the five airships on the Far East side were still in a combat stance, with eagles, vultures, and griffons escorting their respective motherships.

Opposite the Far Eastern Air Force, a large group of bipedal wyverns were flying from the horizon, carrying heavily armed knights on their backs, their armor and spears dyed crimson by the sunset.