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It was as if a huge meteorite had struck the battlefield, and the blood rain and flying sand splattered at the same time, setting off countless fierce hurricanes on both sides, and the ground trembled and cracked from it, and the entire valley and the sky above the valley seemed to be slashed by this sword. Music-Text-

Nothing could be seen or heard, eyes and ears were all scarlet, and even the four furious Lich Dragons turned into a few withered stumps and fell in this monstrous blood, the sound of swords, the sound of the wind, the harsh light of blood and the pungent smell of fish, which was the current composition of this world.

When the blood light settled, and when the world finally returned to a little normal color, the bones of the corpse dragon, which had been drained of all flesh, suddenly let out a painful wail and then disintegrated into grains of powder, and collapsed along with Lear standing on it.

In the direction of this sword fell, a terrifying ravine more than a kilometer long, three meters wide and nearly five meters deep suddenly appeared, and the collapsed terrain made the quicksand and gravel on both sides continue to fall towards the bottom of the ravine, forming a terrifying yellow sand waterfall.

And at the end of the ravine, a thin and decayed figure knelt on the ground, his left arm broken at the shoulder, and under the tattered black robe showed a lot of gray dry bones, and strands of straw-like white hair scattered in front of his forehead, covering the two bits of green in the deep eye sockets.

He held a huge book in one hand, and the sound of swallowing air like a bellows was rolling in his throat, and the book made of unknown materials was also dim at the moment, and the title page was covered with torn sword marks, and even the cursed armor on his chest was torn in the middle, causing a violent rise and fall in his chest.

"Ho... Whew..."

The first to rise from the battlefield was Sandru, who let out a painful hiss and then shook like a zombie, only to fall to his knees again as he reached the ravine where the sword had fallen.

"The anti-demon cloak, the ghost king's cloak, the cursed armor, the earth-based magic book, hehehehe... Hahahahaha!" He muttered to himself in a low, dull tone, and then developed into an insolent laughter, which was as terrible as a ghost in a cemetery, and could only feel the pain of pins and needles piercing the eardrums, but could not distinguish the joy, anger and sorrow contained in it.

"But I'm still alive, what about you, can you still stand up?"

Even though the bones of his whole body let out a violent wail while struggling to stand up, and even the bone meal continued to fall while the cracks collided with the rifts, Sandru still got up again, and let out an insolent roar at the smoke and dust of the collapse of the bones of the corpse dragon, and then laughed arrogantly again.

However, soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and in the smoke and dust of the collapse of the corpse dragon's bones, an emaciated figure walked out step by step, although the figure of the step was unstoppably shaking, but from blur to clarity was unshakable firmness.

Eventually, Lear stood in front of the chasm with his sword, and the eyes of the two men who were destined to be enemies in this life met again from a distance of a kilometer.

The shrunken flesh and blood had become plump again, but Lear's face was even paler than before, and strands of white hair climbed up his sideburns, as if the sword just now had also cut off his own life and essence, and as the most direct bearer, Sandru also relied on a wisp of obsession to hold on.

The battlefield had become deathly silent, and both the Spartacians and Thanatos, who was confronting Jagkuntha, were shocked when they looked at the indescribable chasm of terror and the scattered bones of the Lich Dragon, and even stood in front of the sword in his true form, but came to the conclusion that he was likely not able to take it.

"Hehe......" After a long time, Sandru suddenly let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

"This time you won, but we all know that the next time we meet again, you won't have such good luck again. ”

Sandru admitted that his defeat did not bring Lear any sense of ease, in fact, as the other party said, killing the corpse dragon did involve a great element of luck, if Sandru was careful to let the Lich Dragon stop Lear's actions in advance, then the result could be completely different.

After this battle, Sandru had fully learned the secret of the Prophet's Sword, and next time, he would definitely not give Lear such a chance again.

"We'll meet again, and that day won't be too far away. ”

After saying this, Sandru began to flip through the earth magic book in his hand, and the fragments destroyed by the sword qi turned into pieces of flying ash and scattered with the friction of his bones, but when his palm pressed on the complete title page behind him, a thick earth elemental aura instantly wrapped his body.

Thousands of meters away, Lear watched as the heavy earth element quickly condensed behind Sandru, and then a simple and solemn gate of time and space appeared behind him, Sandru stepped into it and turned back: "Goodbye then, my friend, my lifelong enemy." ”

At the same time, a thick cloud of earth elemental light also appeared on Thanatos and the black-faced man, and also covered the still fainting Gru and all the undestroyed necromantic corpses, and after a few more dazzling flashes, there was no trace of half of the active undead on the entire battlefield.

From beginning to end, Lear just watched indifferently, and didn't stop Sandru's action at all, in fact, he couldn't stop it, in his current state, if Sandru chose to fight to the death, it is not known who will die, he still has the crystal dragon and thousands of warriors, but Sandru doesn't have any hole cards?

No one wanted to kill Sandru more than he did, but he knew that the war was bound to lead to a more brutal and dark future.

"Treat the wounded, war...... It's over......"

After confirming that Sandru had left and would not return, the breath that had been supporting Lear finally came to an end, and at that moment he felt like he had been drained of all his strength, and collapsed like the corpse dragon that had turned into bone meal.

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Three days after the Battle of the Crimean Valley, when Lear finally woke up from the seemingly sticky muddy endless chaotic dream, the anxious faces of Guina Hag and the others finally had a smile on their faces.

Although everyone has suffered minor or severe injuries in the battle, it is only a matter of time before the treatment of the priest and the recovery of everyone's strong physique, but Ronis shook his head very worriedly after checking Lear's physical condition, although the wounds in his body have been repaired by the prophet drinking blood, but the loss of life essence is difficult to make up for with healing spells, and there is no way except to wait for Lear to wake up on his own.

"Where are we now?

It was okay to feel it in his body a little, but the feeling of weakness that seemed to be wrapped around the depths of his soul did not get any better, and Lear knew that this was the sequelae of the dragon god's wrath, and after smiling bitterly, he didn't think much about it.

"In the town of Clagmore, Mr. Jag is now camped in the Gobi twenty miles away from us with the barbarian army, and he has stayed in the barracks to avoid friction with the barbarian army, but he has also left a message to inform him as soon as you wake up, and now the messenger is on his way. ”

Guina carefully helped Lear to her feet, a deep pang of regret in her eyes as her fingertips touched Lear's cold palm.

"What about the casualties of the army?" asked Lear as he took the pillow from Guina and leaned it lightly, looking straight at Ivo.

"More than half of the musketeers were killed and wounded, the Modao team lost three hundred, nearly five hundred people were lightly and seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, and one of the three sea eagle brigades in Ilore remained, and the same was true for the marksmen. ”

Ivo replied quickly, a trace of worry on his face as he said his last words.

Although they are currently in a truce with the barbarians, if Jagger can't suppress the generals who have a deep hatred for Spartacus, it may be difficult to resist them in the state of having experienced two major wars.

As if knowing what Ivo was worried about, Lear waved his hand to signal him not to worry too much: "There won't be any problems with Jag's side, what about Mrak, is there any news coming back?"

The reason why he didn't worry about the changes on Jag's side was because Lear knew that Jag now had no choice but to cooperate with him, and as long as Mrlak's side completed what he had told him, he would have nothing to fear even if the barbarian army suddenly turned back.

"Three days ago, just after the end of the battle, Mlak had sent an envoy to report that he had captured the city of Shining Sand again, and if nothing else, General Tuze should have taken Tartaglia's army east out of the swamp to join him, and in terms of distance, it would take three days at most for Mlak to lead his army back to Cligmore. ”

As soon as Ivo's words fell, the voice of the guards suddenly came from outside the camp tent: "My lord, General Mlak has an urgent report!"

Lear nodded, and Ivo strode out of the tent.

"Good news, my lord!"

When Ivo returned again, he finally saw a little joy on his face, which had been covered with gloom.

"Mrak and General Tuze have set out from Shining Sand this morning, and at most tomorrow evening, the army will be under Clagmore. ”

"Send someone to tell Mlak's army to drive thirty miles to Cleggmore and camp there, and let him return with Tuze and his cavalry. Lear pondered for a moment, then commanded Ivo.

"My lord, are you afraid of arousing the hostility of the barbarian army?" Ivo frowned slightly when he heard this, but fortunately, he quickly figured out the key.

"Well, since we're going to cooperate, let's express a little sincerity first. ”

Lear nodded, this move was indeed intended for the barbarians, if it weren't for Tanan's sudden demise and Sandru's intervention, he would have planned to fight a protracted offensive and defensive tug-of-war with the barbarians in the Crimean Valley.

When he exhausted the morale of the barbarian army, Mlak suddenly led the army to appear behind the barbarians, completely eliminating the main force of the barbarians in one fell swoop, but things have developed by mistake until now, and this move has turned into the effect of balancing the forces of both sides in the end, and Lear is also a little helpless when he thinks of this.

But it's okay, leaving this barbarian army should be more beneficial than disadvantageous for him, although because of Tanan, this army is no longer the invincible army that fought for faith and freedom back then, but the battle-proven battlefield experience is relatively precious, at least he doesn't have to worry about generals and scheduling, provided that these people can really be used by him, as Tartaglia gradually recovers his national strength, the actual power under his control is getting bigger and bigger, and it is also decided that he can no longer do everything in person as before。

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