[This update is late, but it doesn't count as today's. I'll try my best to write more than sixty thousand words this week. It's best if it's sixty-three thousand.]
"Daniel, it's up to you." Taking advantage of the moment of silence in the rubble, Salin had already ordered the pirates to load their crossbows. Now, he was full of confidence.
Daniel nodded and approached Salin, but he released the undead Peuuce into the rubble.
Daniel's weakness was his physical body, but his combat strength wasn't low. Peuuce already had the strength of a rank seven undead, and his release speed of necromancy magic was three times that of other undead. Even if he faced a Black Iron Blademaster, as long as he didn't let the Blademaster get close, he had a chance of winning.
Peuuce wasn't afraid of battle at all. He was an undead with a master, and it was very difficult to kill him. At most, he would be banished back to the Death Plane. His huge body stirred up a trail of white dust in the snowy ground as he barged into the rubble.
Boom!
A stone pillar was smashed into two by Peuuce. He was like a war puppet that didn't know how to turn. He didn't dodge anything in front of him, and directly crushed it.
This was the first time Daniel had been able to hold his head high since he'd started following Salin. The pirates also looked at him with abnormally reverent eyes. Such a huge undead, even if he didn't know magic, he would still be extremely terrifying just by relying on his body to fight.
Peuuce was a rather special kind of undead. High-level undead were usually good at necromancy magic, but Peuuce's physical combat ability was the most terrifying. The two horns on his head could not only release magic, but they were clearly six spears. Moreover, the six horns themselves had the attribute of necromancy magic. Even magic armor wouldn't be able to withstand a flick from Peuuce's horns.
The four Beast Swordsmen in the rubble had originally wanted to escape, but upon hearing that there were over a hundred steel crossbows outside, they hesitated. They hadn't been promoted to Blademaster for long, so Zola had killed nearly ten of their companions. Their original captain was the first to be killed by Zola. That captain was an out-and-out Black Iron Blademaster.
The court Beast Swordsmen were originally made up of high-level swordsmen. There were only five hundred of them, and their commanders were all Blademaster level experts. These four had broken through their limits in the process of chasing Zola, becoming beginner Blademasters. However, their states weren't stable. Facing so many steel crossbows, they would definitely suffer losses.
When Petheus appeared, the four Magical Beast Swordsmen immediately turned ashen. The enemy actually had a necromancer! The four of them had already used up more than half of their Sword Aura in the battle with Zola. A Necromancer could kill them all right now.
"Zola, you actually colluded with Qin Yin!" The four Magical Beast Swordsmen huddled together, shrinking their line of defense. They did not dare provoke Petheus, and could only shout angrily at Zola.
"I'm Qin Yin's woman, so what?" When Jorah saw Petheus, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. The speed at which Qin Yin's eight-sided sword danced in his hand had unknowingly increased. Sword Qi seeped out of the longsword, and before it even came into contact with the snowflakes, the snowflakes were already shattered.
"You're from Qin Yin? Have you forgotten how His Majesty treated you? "
"Of course I remember. He sent two teams of Magical Beast Swordsmen to kill me." Jorah's voice turned cold. His parents had died when he was young, and he had wandered to the Cloud Flow Empire. He had painstakingly trained in sword arts, and he had caught the eye of Cloud Flow's Great Emperor Jupiter, who had become a court sword arts teacher. In his heart, Great Emperor Jupiter had only picked the fruit that was ready to be harvested. His previous achievements had nothing to do with the Emperor.
If he was not the Black Iron Sword Saint, would the Emperor have given him such treatment?
As Jorah thought about it, he observed Petheus. This gigantic revenant had at least the strength of Level Six or Seven. His words just now seemed to have angered the person outside. But a necromancer, he did not care about him. Just let them fight it out.
Jorah saw that Petheus was staring at the four Magical Beast Swordsmen and did not attack immediately. Jorah turned to leave. Salin's voice sounded again. "Jorah, don't be in a hurry to leave. You have to settle your matter, right?"
The four Magical Beast Swordsmen looked at each other. From what the person outside had said, it seemed like he intended to kill the four of them.
If they wanted to kill four Sword Saints, they would have to pay a huge price! The murderous aura in the four of them was stirred up at the same time. Jorah's pupils contracted violently. He knew what Salin meant. The mage outside intended to keep all five of them here.
What big words!
Salin deliberately let his voice travel clearly through the rubble. He calmly gave his orders. "You ten teams spread out and prepare the steel crossbows. If you see anyone moving too fast, shoot them. It would be best if you turn them into porcupines. We have a necromancer here, and we need some corpses for research. "
Salin's words made the four Magical Beast Swordsmen immediately lose the will to resist. It was fine against other enemies, but if the necromancer insisted on torturing them, they would not be able to escape even if they died.
Necromancy itself was not evil. It was just that the methods of necromancers were a little terrifying, so necromancy was not liked by people.
"Throw away your weapons and come out one by one. Come to my side, or else I will release the poisonous fog," Salin said unhurriedly. It was just that the poisonous fog released in the weather was not very effective. It was just that the space in the rubble was not too big, and the time that the Sword Saints could hold their breath was too short. If they were enveloped by the poisonous fog, they would be injured sooner or later.
Petheus was monitoring the five people, so Daniel would be able to see any movement from them.
Zola thought about it. It was not a wise thing to be enemies with outsiders. He only had some trouble with the emperor of Cloud Flow City. If the other side was Qin Yin's people, they would not care about this, and they would not capture him and send him to Jupiter the Great for this. Thinking of this, Zola stopped Qin Yin's eight-sided sword and put it back into the scabbard on his back. It was rare for him to carry the longsword on his back.
Drawing the sword was an extremely important part of any swordsmanship. Drawing the sword from the back would definitely affect the speed at which the sword was drawn.
Seeing Zola put away his longsword, the four Magical Beast Swordsmen looked at each other. It was already very difficult for the four of them to deal with Zola, and they might not be able to win. There were still more than a hundred people outside eyeing them covetously, and even worse, there was the necromancer. Helpless, the four Magical Beast Swordsmen also put away their weapons, got off their magical beasts, and walked towards Salin.
Daniel saw this scene through Petheus' six eyes and snorted coldly. He thought to himself, so even these so-called Sword Saints would submit. Salin seemed to be getting more and more powerful, and the possibility of him leaving was getting smaller and smaller.
Forget it, he would train alone. No matter what, he could not have such good conditions as he had now. If Salin could really become a Legendary Wizard, there was nothing wrong with him following him. Other people didn't even have this opportunity even if they wanted it.
The five of them walked out of the rubble, and were immediately very depressed. The situation outside made them want to vomit blood. Three Great Spellcasters were riding on skeletal warhorses, surrounded by more than a hundred knights riding similarly skeletal warhorses.
Salin had only made a sound, but in reality, he had not mobilized his troops. If they had escaped in another direction, Salin would not have given chase.
They had been tricked, tricked by a Wizard!
Mages would not lie, but that was when they were trading with you. The dignity of a Wizard would not allow them to do anything shameful with money. But in a hostile situation, Wizards were the most cunning group of people.
Even Zola remembered what his teacher had told him, and was filled with regret.
When he saw Salin, he knew that he could not escape. The young Wizard looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of interest. It was obvious that the black-haired Wizard was not very interested in the Magical Beast Swordsmen. It was too late to escape now. Behind them was the gigantic undead, blocking their path of retreat. In front of them were more than a hundred swordsmen riding on skeleton warhorses. The Magician didn't lie about one thing. Every swordsman really did have a loaded steel crossbow in their hands.
Steel crossbows were not alchemy crossbows, and their accuracy was not very accurate. At least, they could not be used for sniping. The problem was precisely because of this that steel crossbows were very difficult to avoid. If Zola was targeted by magic, he could accurately determine where the magic would land. But for a weapon like a steel crossbow that only pursued penetrative power, even the crossbowmen did not know how to control it.
Steel crossbows won with numbers. A steel crossbow could shoot three iron arrows at the same time, and ten steel crossbows would be thirty iron arrows, forming a net. If they took turns shooting, Zola was confident that he could shoot down all these crossbow arrows. But the other side had three powerful Wizards, and the magic of three Wizards was not something he could deal with.
He still did not know that Salin and Ainie could both fly. The Black Iron Blademaster could not even fly short distances. His speed was faster than the skeletal warhorses, and he would not last long.
"Zola, long time no see." The smile on Salin's face made Zola's hair stand on end. Why was this Wizard going along with what he had said? He did not know him at all, and he was not his reinforcements.
When the four Magical Beast Swordsmen heard Salin's words, they felt even more despair in their hearts. So this Wizard was really Zola's friend.
"Zola, I rushed over after receiving your letter. I can be considered a good friend, right?" Salin continued to speak to Zola. Zola did not know how to answer. If he went along with what the Wizard had said, who knew what other stories the Wizard would come up with? When that time came, he would not be able to deny it even if he wanted to.
But if he did not go along with what the Wizard had said, the Wizard only needed to ask, "Were you trying to use me just now?"
Damn it, Wizards were indeed troublesome fellows!
"These four people, should I kill them or keep them alive?" Salin did not care whether Zola answered him or not. Anyway, he had already said it. If Zola denied it, he had more than a hundred witnesses on his side, and there were four Magical Beast Swordsmen. In any case, he could not let this Sword Saint go. Now that the city base was lacking people, if he could subdue a Black Iron Blademaster, his strength would immediately increase by a lot. At least if he encountered the likes of Mages again, a Black Iron Blademaster could relieve a lot of pressure on him.
"Sir Wizard, I was rude just now." Zola thought about it and did not dare to make friends with Salin. This Wizard was too unpredictable. If he was not careful, he would fall into a trap. Just now was a very good example. The Wizard had only used a few words to trick the five of them out.
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