A moment later, Richard breathed a sigh of relief as he crossed the walls of the city where the sun never set and bathed himself in the eternal glow of light. He suddenly realized something, and immediately hid in an abandoned house next to him with Bai Ye, and restrained the breath of his whole body.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, and a fishy stench rushed in, mixed with a roar. In the sky, a group of Daxodas powerhouses were flying at full speed, flying towards the camp outside the city. Obviously, their attack was once again repulsed this time.

Richard secretly called it a fluke, if he was one step too late, he was afraid that he would collide head-on with the retreating Daxodas. He leaned against the wall, embraced the White Night, buried her face in his chest, and used what little magic he had left to make a simple camouflage spell to keep her breath from being exposed, and then quietly waited for the Tyrang Ninety-Two to heal the Ksoldas to go away.

A moment later, there were suddenly several earth-shattering roars in the distance! Such a momentum could only be done by the legendary powerhouses! Richard knew that they must have discovered the tragic situation of the camp before they were so furious.

Although there were a lot of strong men left behind in that camp, all of them were wounded, and their combat strength was greatly reduced. These strong men were all injured in the previous battle, and they were unable to fight another hard battle, so they stayed in the camp to help treat with the help of the nutrient solution secreted by the servant ants, but they were unexpectedly taken advantage of by Bai Ye and Richard to enter and almost wipe out all the wounded! Such a loss must have never been seen in the entire siege of the capital where the sun never sets.

Thinking of this, the corners of Richard's lips finally appeared with a long-lost smile.

Until now, the Daxodas have been quite restrained in their attacks on the capital on which the sun never sets. They will storm the city under the cover of a large number of dark mages, looking for the Norland powerhouse to fight.

The Dark Mage can create a dense fog that temporarily blocks and weakens the damage caused by the Eternal Radiance, allowing the strong to exert nearly full combat power. When the dark mage's magic is about to run out, the Daxodas retreat and take as many wounded as they can to save them.

They are very chapter ninety-two, and they rarely heal, and they choose to fight hard against the eternal light. After all, in this special place of the Jedi Battlefield, the symbolic significance of the Legion Fortress is greater than the military significance, and the essence of the Jedi Battlefield is to make the opponent lose blood and kill and injure the opponent's Sacred Domain powerhouse.

Daxoldas's strategy is to kill and injure as many human powerhouses as possible in the city where the sun never sets in a relatively favorable environment, and if all the strong people are killed, then the city where the sun never sets will naturally fall.

As a besieging party, the Daxodas can enter the city of the sun at any time, so whether they come or not, the eternal light must remain burning. If this continues, the city where the sun never sets will not last long. Although it seems that as long as the siege is not attacked, when the sacrifices of the city where the sun never sets are burned, the legion fortress will change hands. However, the Daxodas could not afford to spend a long time, and they could not besiege the capital on which the sun never set for a long time.

When the powerhouses of Norland react and obtain accurate information, the absolute superiority of the Daxoldas people on the local battlefield in the capital of the sun will be broken. The number of strong men in the legion fortresses garrisoned by the other two empires is increasing, and the frequency of sorties is increasing. The Daxodas blockade of these two legion fortresses is under increasing pressure, and it is only a matter of time before the blockade line is breached.

When both sides could not afford to spend it, it was natural to strike a balance in the rhythm of attack and defense.

At this time, Richard finally breathed a sigh of relief, made sure that he was safe for the time being, and made his way back to his residence. It was miraculously still calm here, and there was not a single brick or decrease compared to when they left, and it seemed that the Daxoldas had deliberately avoided this black realm in this war.

The two broken doors of Lawrence's cottage were closed tightly, and Richard knocked for a long time without anyone answering, but the old man's breath was clearly in the room, and there was nothing else unusual. At last he ran out of patience and kicked the door open, only to find the old man cowering on the bed, wrapped in a quilt around his head, and shivering.

Richard's eyes sparkled, and the state of the old man was clear at a glance under his analytical ability, knowing that he was not injured at all, he didn't know whether to laugh or be angry for a while, and shouted: "Old man, hurry up, save people!"

When Lawrence heard that it was Richard's voice, he dared to poke his head out and say, "It's white night again?"

"Who else is it not her?" said Richard, who was angry now, he had now understood the madness of the white night.

Obviously, she can slowly grind with the legend, but she has to suddenly fight to the death at the last moment. Even if that legend was injured more seriously than the white night, what could it do?The people of Daxoldas were notoriously strong, and even more so the powerhouse who obviously belonged to the category of rare monsters just now. White Night didn't have this kind of recovery power, she only relied on Lawrence's medical skills to recover quickly, and then went out to fight and came back half dead.

Richard now somewhat understood the old man's mood when he occasionally went berserk.

Lawrence skillfully spat out a series of foul mouths, and at the same time quickly prepared all the treatment equipment, instructed Richard to flatten the white night, poured several large buckets of water directly on her, washed away the blood, and then began to examine the wounds one by one.

Seeing Lawrence's attentive appearance, Richard couldn't help but say, "She's fine, help her deal with it first, and then come and see my injuries." ”

"Go, stay and go! Your recovery is not much worse than that of the Daxodas, like a bear-led overseer, no! You're simply a bear-headed overseer! Besides, don't you claim to have learned a little bit of my healing skills, and that won't cure you? You can drag the night back, it's no big deal, don't pretend to be wounded there!" Lawrence flew as he stabbed Richard like a cannon.

Richard had no choice but to take a set of tools by himself, undress, wash the blood on his body, and begin to treat the wounds. As soon as he relaxed, a terrible wound opened in his ribs. The wound was half a meter long, cutting Richard's chest and abdomen crosswise, and even the internal organs were injured a lot. Richard took a deep breath, and a stream of blood immediately erupted from the wound.

Lawrence scolded from the side, "Slow down! Are you looking for death, boy!"

Richard immediately held his breath slowly, examining the injury while slowly thinking about how to deal with it. After thinking about it repeatedly, he began to do it.

The attacks of the Daxoldas are often chaotic and dark, and are poisonous to the Norlanders. The first step in treatment is often to remove the carrion that has been contaminated with the most dark and chaotic power, and in the process, to extract as much of the negative power as possible, and then to recover by relying on the vitality of the strong who are dozens of times stronger than ordinary people.

It was the first time Richard had cut his own organs, and it was a taste that could not be expressed in words. No matter how determined he is, the first time he does this kind of thing, he is still a little uneasy, but his hands are still steady, and it seems that it has become an instinct.

But after stabbing him with one or two knives, Richard gradually calmed down, and began to deal with his injuries carefully and carefully, his hands were exceptionally steady, as if he were cutting someone else's body.

As soon as the rotten part was removed, most of the wisps of black smoke visible to the naked eye were also smoked, and the remaining fresh body began to squirm rapidly, and then began to grow granulations at a visible rate to fill the removed parts.

Richard watched this process with his own eyes, and his heart was already calm.

The room was silent, save for the occasional clashing of knives and the faint sound of blades slicing across large areas of skin or organs. Richard finally finished treating his wounds, took a piece of Lawrence's specially treated animal skin, and attached it to the wound to seal it.

"Look, boy, isn't that a good job? Bring that first aid kit with you, and maybe one day it will save your life. Don't rely on the priests for everything, you may not always be able to find them around you. And to put it bluntly, the priest is a puppet and a mouthpiece of the gods, maybe if you offend the gods one day, you will find that no priests are willing to treat you, and even if they are willing, they will not be able to release magic on you. Lawrence chattered.

Richard was a little unconvinced, his first reaction was to think of quicksand, and the relationship with quicksand, how could it be that it was generally close......?

"How do you know you won't be guilty of the dragon of eternity and time? The old dragon is indeed high, but isn't it a god?" Lawrence said coldly.

Richard was speechless for a moment, unable to think of anything to refute. He had sacrificed so much of his own that he had earned the title of a Time Traveler, how could he be guilty of the Dragons of Eternity and Time, and he had received so many divine graces that he could pay off his debts for Quicksand. As long as he can power the magic pen, the sacrifices and gold will be endless.

However, Richard had long learned Lawrence's stubbornness, and the old man seemed to have a strong prejudice against the dragon of eternity and time, just by looking at the fact that he had an empty box of top-notch sacrifices but refused to sacrifice them. Although the chance of the Divine Grace of the Torrent of Life is rare, it is not for nothing after all, and St. Lawrence is now unwilling to even try his luck. So Richard wisely chose not to refute it, otherwise it would be another debate that would never end. Although his wounds had been healed, the fierce battle just now had overdrawn too much body, and now fatigue began to entangle him.

At this time, Lawrence had stabilized Bai Ye's injuries and covered her body with a white cloth, I don't know if it was because of the medicine, or if Bai Ye was too tired, her breathing was steady and subtle, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The old man wiped his hands carefully, looked back and saw Richard who was already holding a wine bottle and drinking, and frowned: "Drinking at this time is not good for your health!"

ps: Recently, there have been some troubles, and the right to be a life grinding. Plus, the weekend is coming. q！！！