Perhaps it was because Zaganide was too confident in his fierce reputation, or perhaps it was because he had always taken the initiative in strategy, but he did not waste too much energy on defense. Therefore, the disappearance of the defensive magic circle meant that Nuremberg had ushered in its doomsday. Lang Ning ordered the four magic crystal cannons to fire at the same time. A large part of the east wall of Nuremberg collapsed in an instant. As luck would have it, one of the magic cannonballs landed right in the middle of the group of Evil Eyes. Dozens of Evil Eyes were instantly turned into splatters of liquid. The surviving Evil Eyes rolled into a ball. When they got up, they didn't wait for the commander's orders. They screamed in despair and shot out light randomly.
Strictly speaking, the Evil Eyes were the only long-range strike force that did not have a shooting range limit because they shot out rays of light. Within 200 meters, the rays of light were only as thick as a human pinky finger. Beyond a certain distance, the rays of light would spread rapidly and its power would be negligible. As for the standard range of the rays, it depended on the individual strength of the Evil Eyes.
The four magic crystal cannons and the magicians nearby all turned light red, which was the effect of the rays of the Evil Eyes. However, the rays of light were no longer lethal, so the magicians controlled the magic crystal cannons as if nothing had happened and prepared for the next attack.
Lang Ning ordered the cannons to fire again. The giant white balls of light that rose from the ground made the Taurens and Evil Eyes on the city wall fall into the abyss of despair and completely lose their fighting spirit. They did not understand why the commander on the other side of the wall did not attack when the wall had been blown up.
Through the Eye of Penetration, Ronning saw the surviving soldiers of Nuremberg running down the city wall in panic. He sneered and then gave an order. The sorcerers hurriedly adjusted the muzzles of the magic crystal cannons. In the deafening roar, the magic crystal cannons began to work again.
This time, the magic cannonballs landed in the city and blew up the soldiers hiding behind the city walls. A few simple arrow towers also collapsed in an instant.
Lang Ning did not know what was waiting for him. Therefore, he cherished every bit of strength and every soldier. In comparison, military resources were insignificant. Moreover, he had already sent three cavalry regiments to attack the other roads. He had been powerless before, but from the moment he stepped into the territory of Black Raven City, he would never allow any of his wealth or military resources to flow out. Only generals knew how to attack cities. Perhaps Lang Ning's shoulders were still immature, but he was already thinking about his future development.
The soldiers of Riptide Infantry Phalanx scratched their ears and cheeks anxiously. According to common sense, they should have launched an attack long ago, but without orders from above, they didn't dare to move.
The four magic crystal cannons continued to spit fire. Giant magic cannonballs fell in Nuremberg one after another, splashing deadly shockwaves. No matter what kind of buildings they were, they were all turned into tofu slag, and the creatures in the city were blown into a mess. If anyone flew up into the air, they would be able to clearly see that the landing points of the magic cannonballs were very regular. If the South District was hit by a few cannonballs, the East District would also be hit by a few cannonballs. It would not be less nor more.
Soon, a group of Taurens and Evil Eyes, who had completely lost their fighting spirit, fled to the western district. They opened the gate and swarmed out.
"Attack!" Lang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene through the Eyes of Penetration.
The soldiers, who had been holding back for a long time, roared. The three phalanxes moved together, and the rolling iron flow was unstoppable. Lang Ning pulled out his war spear, waved his hand, and led two cavalry brigades around the city wall, chasing after the fleeing Taurens and Evil Eyes.
Deep in the corridor of the prison, several Taurens with blood-red eyes were drinking. It was very quiet here, and only the occasional clinking of cups could be heard. After a while, when they saw the flag that did not belong to them was placed on the city wall, they looked at each other, picked up their huge axes, and walked straight into the corridor.
With a bang, the iron gate was violently kicked open. When the Taurens were about to enter, they were dumbfounded. There was an extra person in the cell, and the stinky prisoner was standing in the middle of the cell, slowly moving his arms.
"Watch out!" Han Jin shouted in a low voice. He waved his hand and released a wooden puppet, blocking the door of the cell. He then cast the Spirit Possession Technique on himself and pounced forward.
To Han Jin's astonishment, there was no one outside the cell, except for a few giant axes that had been carelessly thrown away. Outside the corridor, several Minotaurs were screaming hoarsely while fleeing to the end of the corridor. Although Han Jin couldn't understand what they were shouting, he could hear their desperation.
Han Jin suddenly turned around and looked at the prisoner quietly. He had experienced the fighting spirit of the Taurens, and he definitely did not think that he had such a strong deterrent force that he could scare them away without doing anything.
The prisoner was still moving his body leisurely and calmly. He was not excited about regaining his freedom, nor was he in pain because of the wounds on his body.
Han Jin knew very well what kind of methods Zagunéd had used on the prisoner. After all, he had saved him with his own hands. Yesterday, he only saw two iron nails that pierced through the prisoner's palm. In fact, the prisoner's shoulders, legs, and ribs were all pierced through by iron nails. His body was also tightly bound by an unknown metal wire, and some parts of his body were so deep that his bones could be seen. From the perspective of modern medicine, this person should have died a long time ago, but he still looked very relaxed. Not to mention the useless medical knowledge, just his willpower alone was enough to frighten people.
"Little guy, thank you for saving me." The prisoner said faintly.
"Raphael …" Han Jin reminded weakly. He was helpless. Were all old people so forgetful?
"Oh … Mr. Raphael." The prisoner's tone finally had a hint of a smile. "What I'm curious about is, you came here … because you knew that Zagunéd would do something to me?"
"Zagunéd values you so much, so he wouldn't let his guard down." Han Jin smiled. "But I'm also curious. Why didn't you remind me yesterday?"
"I'm old, and my reaction can't keep up. After you left yesterday, I kept calling your name for almost the whole night."
"I …" Han Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Then you still can't remember my name?"
"What if you're a very famous person? If I called your name, wouldn't it remind them? That's why I kept calling you little guy. " The prisoner slowly crouched down and gently stroked the metal wires that Han Jin had untied. His movements were very gentle, as though he was stroking his lover. "I didn't think that Zagunéd would forget about me. The feeling of being forgotten by an old friend … is quite complicated."
Hearing that, Han Jin suddenly reacted. "What you said … makes sense! Zagunéd should have known that we were going to attack. Why didn't he do anything to you? Or I can take you somewhere else? "
"Who knows? Maybe he forgot." The prisoner carefully put away all the metal wires. "Or maybe he and Caroline were having too much fun and Caroline bit off something. So, he couldn't care about anything else."
"You … saw their performance?"
"Performance? He he … little guy, your heart is quite dirty. Why would you be interested in this kind of thing? "
"Raphael!" Han Jin had to repeat himself. "You were the one who was dirty first, okay?"
"Dirty … It's really dirty." The prisoner looked at his skinny arms and then chuckled. "Little guy, accompany me to find a place to wash off the dust of the past ten years."
"Ra …"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Raphael," the prisoner interrupted.
Han Jin had no choice but to step aside. "After you!" He had left a few beetles in the corridor, so he clearly knew what was happening outside. He decided that he wouldn't do anything even if there was an accident. He had to see what the prisoner was capable of!
The prisoner took a step and slowly walked out. His first few steps were very slow, and his body was swaying like a child who had just learned how to walk. However, when he reached the door, his steps were much steadier.
As soon as he walked to the door, a group of Sirens of the Abyss ran towards him. When they saw the prisoner, they froze and screamed in horror. Then, they turned around and ran away. One of the Sirens of the Abyss, who was the smallest, fainted.
The prisoner continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen anything. When he passed by the Abyssal Siren, who had fainted, he suddenly stopped and bent down to pat and touch her. Although his body blocked Han Jin's view, he could clearly see where the prisoner was touching because of a beetle in front of him. Han Jin felt like he was going to collapse.
"Are you the occupier of this city?" the prisoner suddenly asked.
"I am one of them."
"Do you have the right?"
"Yes."
"Then I suggest you keep this siren with you. She is not an adult yet. In human terms, she is a virgin! Sirens of the Abyss are very rare. At that time … I calculated that her virginity could be sold for 1,000 gold coins. " The prisoner pointed at the Sirens of the Abyss who were running away. "As for them, they are already rotten goods."
Han Jin swore that if the prisoner was not an old man who looked unfathomable, he would have kicked him! But at this moment, he couldn't do anything about it. He could only shake his head and say, "If you want her, just tell me. I am not interested."
"Are you really not interested?" The prisoner looked at Han Jin in surprise.
"Not interested!" Han Jin said confidently. Indeed, he was not interested at all.
"You are an excellent young man. Brave, smart, and more importantly, powerful. You have mastered strange magic and are sober. At least, you are not addicted to women," the prisoner said softly. Then he paused and asked, "You … don't have any problems, do you?"
Hearing the prisoner's words, Han Jin suddenly came to his senses. He found that every word the prisoner said was not nonsense. He had a clear purpose. However, when he heard the prisoner's last sentence, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to lose his temper!
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