Haricho's blue eyes were fixed on the demon standing in front of him, a combination of a vamplet and a purple goblin, taking advantage of the gap between the Templars to kill the trolls, and stealthily climbed over the city wall, just in time to be intercepted by Harry Jo and them.

A very fierce battle broke out between the two sides, and in Xu Xing's hand-to-hand combat, the demon's melee advantage was brought into full play: the vampletting ghost was not for death, the purple demon was cunning and treacherous, and it was not a problem to have fewer enemies and more enemies.

On the other hand, the human side lacks real melee experience and quickly finds itself in a dangerous situation.

"Come on!" Harry Jo barely managed to support his body, and the knife in his hand had been broken.

The two demons were also unceremonious, raising their weapons and charging towards Haricho, and at the last moment, a tall figure stood in the middle of the two.

Zhaoming!

He appeared in time to block the demon's attack, and the black sword of martyrdom easily slashed the demon in front of him, and everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Yes? Before Harry Joe could react, everything was happening too fast.

"Saved?"

As soon as Haricho's legs fell to his knees, Akira immediately walked over to them and performed healing magic.

The holy light shone on the bodies of Harry Jo and the others, and they only felt that the wounds were slowly healing, and the physical strength in their bodies that had been lost was gradually recovering.

"Zhao... Your Excellency? Harry Jo barely managed to say a few words.

The effect of Zhaoming's healing light depends on the length of time it takes to release, and at the moment, time is pressing, and there are still many battlefields waiting for the lord's support, so Zhaoming simply dealt with their injuries.

The two didn't say much, and Zhaoming called in the medical team to help them down for further treatment, and finally rushed to the next battlefield where he was needed.

Due to the deep alliance of the two Chaos warlords, the situation in Black Rock City is precarious.

The frog-like blastworm rolled its round body to the bottom of the city wall, and immediately released the hot liquid in its body, opening multiple large holes in the city wall.

These magma-like liquids are extremely corrosive to rocks and have the power to explode.

Fortunately, Zhaoming urged the secret sand table many times, and the thickness of the black rock city wall far exceeded that of the same type of city, otherwise it would have been blown up at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Luan, one of the knights of the Imperial Order, commanded the archers to focus on sniping the Burstworm.

"Aim for those rolling red monsters and don't let them get close to the walls!"

As one of the knights of the Imperial Decree, Lu An is not to mention his strong martial arts, but he also has superb archery skills, which are rare in the entire knight world.

Luan bent his bow and aimed at the two blastworms that rolled towards the city wall one after the other.

Sou! Killing two birds with one stone, the hot liquid in the bodies of the two blasting insects splashed outward uncontrollably, affecting many demons.

Fierce battles unfolded throughout the city walls, and Gawain and Diesel organized their men to use a volley of guns to stop the demons, and for a time the effect was outstanding.

Eventually, after several more hours of fighting, the demon retreated in disarray after leaving behind thousands of corpses.

At the end of the battle, Zhaoming rested against a wall, his mouth gasping for air, apparently exhausted.

Why is this so? The answer is that Zhaoming has been constantly shuttling through the battlefield, using magic to heal the wounded in various places while stopping the demons.

It can be said that the large amount of physical strength he expended was not to fight demons, but to release magic.

After resting for a while, one of his subordinates came to report the battle situation to Zhaoming: "My lord, we beheaded the demon ...... together in the first battle just now."

"Stop! I don't care how many demons have died, just tell me how many brothers have been hurt. ”

The herald was silent for two seconds, and then said slowly: "One hundred and thirty-nine wounded, dead...... Sixty people. ”

Hearing this shocking number, Zhao Ming closed his eyes, he had done his best, could it be that he had been overdrawing his physical strength to release magic, I am afraid that the number of casualties would be even more terrifying than this.

But...... Zhaoming feels so heartbroken!

These people are not numbers, they are living people!

Even though he has been a lord for a long time, Zhaoming's mind is still a little "naïve", he cares about those ordinary people, those who live around him.

There are always people who say that the superior always steps on countless blood and ascends to the high position, yes, how can those who are high and high care about the life and death of mortals?

What would happen if other lords saw this casualty figure? It must have been ecstatic and triumphant.

"Behold, under my wise leadership, only the death of so many insignificant men reaps a victory!"

But what about Zhaoming?

He saw not glory, but countless broken families.

"There will be many people who have lost their loved ones, and their sacrifice is honorable, but it is extremely tragic for their families."

No one will blame Zhaoming, he did a very good job, he did everything he could.

But Zhaoming started from the end of the way, he knew the troubles of ordinary people, or rather, he was already a qualified knight on the outside, and he was still a mortal on the inside.

Not far away, Zhaoming's fellow knights saw his strange appearance, but no one stepped forward to say anything.

They also knew about the casualties, and to be honest they were quite happy, the extent of the damage was completely within reasonable expectations.

They didn't understand what Zhaoming was upset about, although most of the ten knights of the Imperial Decree were from humble backgrounds, they had been knights for a long time and didn't care anymore.

Ezekiel was from a noble family, and he didn't feel much about the death of his men, and all he really had to say was to regret the loss of a few soldiers.

After a while, Zhaoming opened his eyes, and there was another determination in his gaze.

He knew that there was no time for him to be sad, and that there were more important things waiting for him.

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield, reduce the corpses of demons, don't pollute the land, I'll go to the memorial hall and lie down."

Zhaoming rode away on the Shadow and rushed in the direction of the north of the city.

The memorial hall and cemetery of the Chenhui Knights were originally placed on a hill outside the city, but later in order to prevent demonic destruction, Akira used magic to move them to the north of the city.

Originally, Trisda's manor was going to be removed together, but unfortunately Zhaoming's magic power bottomed out, and the demon didn't give them a chance.

……

That night, Trisda, the Governor of Black Rock, stood on the balcony and stared into the distance, her beautiful face with a hint of sadness.

Although all the belongings have been moved, it is too late for the manor.

Suddenly, a little fire suddenly lit up on the mountainside in the distance, and then it grew bigger and bigger......

"My manor!"

Trisda's heart tightened and her regret was revealed, but it was only for a moment, and Trisda quickly regained her composure.

"Anyway, it was the damn uncle who bought it for his ill-gotten gains, and if it's gone, it's gone, as long as the wealth is there...... Zhaoming, kill these demons for me! ”

Trisda couldn't stand the pain of a big loss, and she kept thinking in her heart: "In the future, we must let Zhaoming counterattack the dark border and burn down the demon's home!" ”

On the other side of the church, Father Martil and Sister Bianca are tending to the wounded, and now the church houses many of the wounded, and Zhaoming often finds time to perform healing spells on them.

"Please bear with me!"

Beautiful Bianca carefully applied the ointment to the wounds of the wounded soldiers, and then tied the bandages.

The wounded soldier squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you, Miss Nun." ”

It was a comfort for the wounded to have such a beautiful nun bandage their wounds.

On the eve of the demonic attack, the two frenzied Chaos warlords ordered all the land outside the city to be scorched to vent their anger.

Farmland was burned, hard-worked water facilities were destroyed, and Trisda's estate was ...... If Zhaoming hadn't moved the memorial hall in advance, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to escape.

The soldiers standing on the city wall were furious when they saw this scene, and their homes were destroyed like this, so how could they endure it?

As the demons attacked, the soldiers of the Black Rock Guards and the armed volunteers erupted with a powerful fighting spirit.

"Kill all these demons!"

"Don't let go of any weak chicken humans!"

……

Both the human and the demon were all killed, the madness of the demon army was beyond human imagination, and the fighting spirit of human beings was far from being as fragile as the demons thought.

The Templars were almost the last of their senses in the battle, and the human defenses were flawed by rage, but thankfully they were able to keep them from collapsing.

Finally, the battle is over.

The human side paid a huge number of casualties, and the demons did not achieve their goal, so they had to leave in a huff.

Zhaoming, who was standing on the city wall, looked at the hellish battlefield around him and was silent.

He forced himself not to grieve excessively, not to be numb by it, but to remain rational.

At this point in the battle, both humans and demons have reached the point of exhaustion.

Black Rock City is damaged in many places, and Zhao Ming wants to use magic to heal the wounded, and there is no extra magic to urge the secret sand table, and the soldiers can only use all the materials to simply repair the city wall.

"Hey."

Zhaoming put away his healing holy light, and in front of him were dozens of seriously injured people, although he saved his life, but the cripple was already doomed.

After finishing the treatment, Sister Bianca wiped the beads of sweat from his face for him, and the two of them were already on good terms.

Although there had been unpleasantness before, after this battle, Bianca admired the lord Zhaoming more.

Zhaoming smiled, thanked Bianca, and without any more stops, rushed to another place where he was needed.

Bianca stood at the door of the church and watched Zhaoming leave, her expression looking a little complicated.

The old priest Martiel walked up to her and said, "Bianca, do you have any different feelings for this knight?" ”

Bianca's little face flushed, she knew what Martiel's was thinking, and quickly shook her head in denial.

"I'm just admiring his character, and there is absolutely no superfluous emotion."

But Martiel, who is a good man, has already seen through Bianca's thoughts: "You look at his eyes, he is not innocent. ”