The fighters of the Durham Free Army have rushed to the legation. lā

"Kill!"

They roared, shouted, and rushed up.

The first line of defense of the envoys was the carriages, but there were few carriages, and there was no such line of defense in most directions, and even in the directions in which the carriages were placed, the carriages were quickly broken into planks by the spears and knives of those warriors and scattered all over the ground.

The second line of defense is the war horse, which is much more reliable than the first line of defense, blocking the soldiers of the Durham Free Army for a while, but the good times did not last long, as the soldiers came up with their knives and guns, the war horses either fell, or struggled frantically under the pain, and ran desperately outside, often stepping on two or three people after being surrounded by the vast sea of people in the place, and being cut to the ground by spears and knives.

The cost of breaking through this line of defense by the free army of Durham was not small, and some of the casualties were caused by the mad war horses, and more of the losses caused by the killing and wounding of the knights behind the line when they dealt with the war horses, along the circle formed by the second line of defense, blood flowed all over the ground, stumps were all over the place, and there were many dying people lying on the ground wailing, but they would soon be trampled by the warriors behind.

The third line of defense is the line of defense composed of knights and holy soldiers, which is also the last line of defense of the envoys.

"Kill!"

These elite warriors held their positions with resolute eyes, not giving an inch, and the weapons in their hands kept beckoning to the oncoming enemy, forming a steel wall with their bodies.

After slashing and killing two enemies, a warrior was stabbed in the chest by a spear for a while, and after cutting down the barrel of the spear with a roar, he slashed it out again, cutting off the head of the warrior in the opposite place, but he couldn't hold on, he fell to the ground with his hand on the wound on his chest, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the sky, gradually dimming and becoming dull.

As soon as the warrior fell, someone next to him stepped forward to take his place, and with a swing of his sword, he severed the arms of the two enemy warriors who wanted to break through the gap, causing a scream.

This last line of defense has become a meat grinder, the enemy and us do not give an inch, every second someone falls, the stump corpses continue to accumulate, the blood water soaked the ground has spread to the surrounding edge, the strong smell of blood spreads, shouting and cursing screams are endless.

The mages in the envoy have changed their tactics, no longer throwing plastic spells outside, but instead replacing them with spells that restrict the movement of the opposing warriors, such as quicksand and spider webs, to help the warriors on their own defense line reduce the pressure, and it is also because of their help that these warriors can survive.

Armstrong's mouth was open, and halfway through the spell, he realized that his magic had been exhausted.

Then he glanced around, his eyes flashed with determination, he drew his sword, pushed through the crowd and rushed outside.

All this was seen by Norman.

He hasn't been learning classical Chinese for a long time, although he is very smart, and this "Qin Feng Wuyi" is also very simple, but he still understands it a little sluggish, for example, the sentence "Wang Yu Xingshi" is a bit incomprehensible, so he has not recited something that may be a mantra.

But he looked at the tragic scene of everyone fighting to the death around him, being in such an environment, infected and assimilated by the surrounding atmosphere, he suddenly realized.

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

Norman opened his mouth, immersed in the mood of the poem, and instead of rapping, he recited it at his own pace.

"Pigs are said to be unclothed, and the son is ...... same robe"

Who said there is no garment to wear? I would like to wear that robe with you......

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

Being able to induce a magical reaction, this is indeed a spell!

But soon Norman sensed that something was wrong.

His magic is flowing so fast!

If when he recited other spells, the flow of magic power was a trickle of streams, then when he recited this spell, his magic power was like being swallowed up by a huge bottomless pit, enough to release the magic power of three level 2 spells, and it was about to drain in the blink of an eye!

"No, this spell requires too much mana!"

Thanks to Norman's "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea", he can also be distracted to talk to Lancelot and reflect the situation on his side. And in his anxiety, he didn't care about covering it up with his own words, anyway, everyone was concentrating on the enemy, and no one would notice his abnormal behavior.

Lancelot was both surprised and delighted when he received Norman's feedback: he was glad that it was really a spell, and he was surprised that a new situation had appeared.

"Bloodletting!"

In an emergency, Lancelot can only take out their immature research results and gamble again, "Put your own blood!"

Bloodletting?

Norman didn't have time to think about it, but his long-standing trust in the Knights Templar made him immediately draw the dagger he carried with him and slash it at his left arm!

Blood gushed from the slashed enemy on his arm, and then a strange sensation arose.

Norman felt something rise in his blood as he spoke, and with that ascension, he could go on.

"Master Wang Yuxing ......"

His blood can be used to cast spells instead of magic!

"Does it work?!"

Lancelot asked quickly after seeing that he was bleeding.

"It worked!"

Norman thought it was amazing, completely beyond his common sense, "Why can my blood have a magical effect?"

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, there must be a source of growth for such 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, which is the Father's contract, and the magic 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, but integrated into your body and your blood, which may be the reason why your physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, and because of this, we guess that your blood may contain magic power......"

Norman listened to Lancelot's explanation, but he was not idle, chanting incantations incantations, holding a dagger in his hand, and occasionally making a cut on his arm to bleed - his self-healing ability was too strong, and if he ignored it, the wound would heal in a few moments.

And it was in this situation that he finally finished reading the first line of the poem.