Not far away, an extremely terrible scream suddenly sounded, obviously a scream before death. The screams stabbed the Viscount's nerves, so that his legs could no longer support his body, and he sat on the ground. The soldiers hurriedly grabbed it and protected the viscount. The Imperial veteran on the opposite side sneered, snorted, and spat heavily on the ground.

For some reason, the veteran's ridicule was extremely glaring in Sim's eyes, and the scene of Richard walking in front of him with a deep wound last night and attacking the much more powerful emperor ** at night appeared in front of the viscount. The two images were intertwined, like fire, and unconsciously completely ignited Sim's nerves!

Sim suddenly felt that his eyes were blood-red, and he suddenly let out a beast-like roar, and out of nowhere, he pushed away his own soldiers, and rushed towards the imperial veteran on the opposite side with his sword!

For a while, the sword that was supposed to be more decorative was also as bright as a rainbow!

With a thud, the sword sank deep into the veteran's heart.

The veteran slowly collapsed with a look of disbelief on his face. And Sim stared blankly at the opponent who had been fighting him for several rounds, not understanding what was going on. It wasn't until the soldier exclaimed, "You're hurt!" that Chim felt a burning pain in his shoulder. He looked down and saw that there was an extra wound on his shoulder that was more than ten centimeters long, and blood was gushing outward.

Sim suddenly remembered Richard again, the wound on Richard's body. So the screams that had reached the mouth of the throat were swallowed back. In the stunned eyes of the soldiers, the viscount tore off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing his entire upper body, and then sat down on the stool in a big way, and shouted to the soldiers: "Panic what! Come here, help me wrap up! The battle is not over yet!"

Suddenly, Sim felt that he had a bit of Richard's momentum. It's just that Richard exposes a muscular, angular body, while Sim's upper body is white and delicate. The viscount's upper body has only curves and no edges and corners.

The soldiers quickly bandaged the Viscount's wounds, and Chim, despite the dissuasion, left the house with his sword and went out into the streets.

Since the beginning, the viscount was actually out of control, and by the time night fell again, there were already four dead souls under his sword.

In a corner of the city, Richard was holding the Destiny Twins in his left hand and the long knife in his right hand, and was leading a team of humanoid warriors to murderously cross two side streets, blocking the back of hundreds of Imperial infantry.

A moment later, Richard turned out of another street. Opposite him, dozens of Imperial infantry poured out.

Richard didn't say a word, the long knife was sharpened to the ground, and the pace under his feet became faster and faster, rushing head-on!

Only thirty or so humanoid warriors followed Richard, they never knew what fear was, and as long as there was an order, even if there were hundreds or thousands of enemies on the opposite side, they would not be mistaken.

When Richard crashed into the Imperial infantry with great ferocity, a group of hundreds of slaves suddenly rushed out from the opposite side. They had no equipment other than a sword in their hands. But at the sight of the Imperial infantry, these slaves rushed forward like crazy, ignoring the huge disparity in equipment and strength between the two sides, howling and trying to stab their weapons into the enemy's body!

In a fierce hand-to-hand combat, only a dozen of the nearly 100 Imperial infantry broke through and fled into a side alley, while more than 100 slaves followed closely. The slaves who had killed the Imperial soldiers cut off their ears and hung them around their waists as proof of their military exploits.

Richard let out a sigh of exhaustion, and the indescribable exhaustion welled up from all over his body, making him want to just collapse and find a place to sleep well. His head also hurt like a crack, and commanding dozens of targets for a long time had already overdrawn Richard's brain, and his second consciousness had already joined the battle command, so the burden and consumption were doubled. The whole city is a battlefield, and the warriors on both sides have long been you and me, and I have you, and at any time there is a possibility of encountering enemies and allies at the next intersection. Richard barely commanded his warriors and followers, turning into the strongest of the grinding teeth, grinding and harvesting the flesh of his enemies in this meat grinder-like battle.

Richard's magic had dried up, the scrolls had run out, and even his body had bottomed out. He broke into a dilapidated house by the side of the road, sat down against the wall, and gasped desperately like a fish ashore. The humanoid warriors have left in groups, heading to the next battlefield. If you look at it from the air, you can see that their destination is a small square, where hundreds of Imperial infantry are gathered, and they are surrounded by a great magician. The magician was chanting incantations, his ornate staff swinging, shooting fireballs into the ruins of the surrounding rooms. The screams that rang out from time to time testified to the terrifying power of magic.

However, there were already four teams of more than 100 humanoid soldiers rushing towards the small square from all directions, and behind a small two-story building, more than 20 throwers were gathered. Now the grenadiers have a wide variety of weapons in their hands, and their throwing axes and bone blades have long since run out.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief and continued to accumulate his body. He didn't have to look at it to know that the great magician was finished. Because Crimson was lying in ruins less than twenty meters away.

There was a rush of footsteps outside, and a man glanced into the room, and then with an exclamation, rushed into the room, staring at Richard's hands of fate with surprise on his face. This is an imperial veteran, and it is a seventh-level strength, so he should be a junior officer. He looked at Richard and smiled, "It's a magician! ”

Richard stood up without saying a word, holding the Destiny Twins in his left hand and the long knife in his right hand to exterminate. But the imperial non-commissioned officer breathed a sigh of relief, the magician on the opposite side was obviously depleted of mana, and at first glance, he was a rookie in close combat, and he actually took the staff and long knife together. Without a mage with magical powers, he can easily let go of a dozen.

Richard suddenly walked a few steps quickly, and with a roar of rage, the extermination was cut down on the head of the non-commissioned officer! The non-commissioned officer sneered, and the saber fiercely met the extermination. The two knives intersected, and with a bang, Extinction suddenly flew out of his hand and was nailed directly to the roof. Extinction is menacing, but it flies at the touch of a button. The non-commissioned officer suddenly used the wrong force and involuntarily took a big step forward, while Richard took a step forward at the same time, passing the non-commissioned officer lightly.

With a muffled thud, the heavy Destiny Twins smashed the back of the non-commissioned officer's head, and the incomparably beautifully carved statue of the fallen angel was immediately stained with blood and brains!

"Phew, a rookie! Richard didn't even look at the fallen non-commissioned officer, but wiped the placket of his coat against the statue of the fallen angel at the head of the staff, and hastily cleaned up the things that had been stained on it, before he said to it apologetically, "I'm sorry, man!"

It's not the first time that the Legendary Twins of Destiny have done such a thing.

Night finally fell, and the Imperial warriors withdrew from Oasis City in a tidal wave. There were no intact buildings left in the city, and there was smoke and fire everywhere. At this time, if you look at it from a distance, the time beacon has become very eye-catching. Not long afterward, there were many taller buildings around this building, which resembled the bell tower. Burned by the flames and then by the magic flames, the entire Blue Water Oasis City was completely reduced to ruins. The city wall has collapsed in many places, and it has long been an ornament. It stands to reason that Bluewater Oasis City has become a city without houses, but now, it seems to be full of walls and fortresses. In every ruined house, behind every broken wall, there is the potential for an unknown number of enemies to hide.

Sarenwell looked at Oasis City from afar, his brows locked as if they could never be separated. Today he lost nearly 4,000 warriors, and two of the six archmages died in battle. Street battles have always been the graveyard of magicians, and in tomorrow's battle, don't expect the remaining three great magicians to be willing to enter the city to fight.

Judging from the battle reports compiled by the various departments, and judging from experience, Sarenwell knew that Richard's troops might have lost more than half. Moreover, the numerical advantage of the supposed side is getting bigger and bigger, and it should be impossible for Richard to hold on to today. However, Richard just held on. Moreover, the enemies in Bluewater Oasis City seem to be fighting more and more, and they are inexhaustible.

The total number of residents of Bluewater Oasis City did not exceed 20,000, and with Richard's troops, it was only 30,000. How is it possible to resist for so long?

"Could it be ......" A shadow suddenly passed through Sarenwell's consciousness, and he also thought of the slave.

But this answer did not solve his doubts, and the combat effectiveness of the slave soldiers has long been discussed on the mainland. The regular army of the Empire, a thousand men, could easily defeat ten times as many slaves as they were. Therefore, in war, most of the slaves were used to transport supplies, build fortifications, and be consumed as cannon fodder at critical moments.

The only good news today is that the number of losses on Richard's side is much higher than that of the emperor.

What about tomorrow?

Sarenwell suddenly wavered, he didn't know if he would be able to crush Richard's forces tomorrow. There have been several times today, and he clearly felt that the enemy would collapse at any moment, but each time he miraculously persevered. Sarenwell even wanted to capture a few of Richard's warriors and cut open their heads to see if they were puppets who didn't know life and death and didn't know how to fear.

Only such a warrior can support until now, right?

A wisp of unease crept up in Sarenwell's heart. Time was also a huge constraint for him, and he couldn't stay here for long. There are many nobles of the Sequoia Kingdom in Oasis City, and the most terrible thing is that I heard that there is also a guy named Sim in it, who has a very close relationship with the royal family and the Duke of Glasburg. So Sarenwell bets that reinforcements from the Redwood Kingdom must already be on their way.

At this time, in Oasis City, Richard's followers gathered together and listened to Richard's tactics for tomorrow. In addition to the followers, there are also the generals of the noble clan and the priests of the three goddesses. The room was filled with blood and the smell of sweat, everyone looked wolf-like, and even the ornate robes of the priests were stained with blood and mud. Almost all of them were wounded, which showed the hardships of the day's fighting, but there was no despair and fear in their eyes, only fighting spirit and hope.