Looking at the cyan wine in the wine glass, the magician Russell couldn't help but feel a desire in his heart, wanting to drink this glass of wine at any cost, even if it cost his life.
This strange situation made Russell's face show a trace of panic, and he took half a step back, not daring to look at the glass of wine again.
"This cup of cyan wine comes from the blood of the werewolf clan. It can gain some of the strength, speed, and reflexes of the werewolf descendants for 1 minute."
"However, its side effect is that the user will fall into a weak state within two hours after use."
"As long as we let O'Neal swallow this glass of wine and survive for one minute, we can defeat him."
Hodge looked at Russell and explained the function of this glass of wine.
Normally, users of extraordinary materials or magical items would use their positive effects to achieve merit, such as the enhanced strength, speed, reflexes and other effects of this glass of cyan wine, but Hodge did the opposite.
Are you using this glass of wine as a weakening effect?
After a two-hour period of weakness, even the giant O'Neal would never be able to withstand the attack of a Sequence 7 at the same level!
"His sanity has collapsed. After transforming into a giant, his entire brain has been filled with killing and madness. He is now a tireless, crazy and cruel giant. In this state, he has no judgment."
"This is our chance."
"It's also our only chance."
"If O'Neill is allowed to enter the village, how many innocent civilians in the entire village will die in vain?"
"He can't resist this attraction."
Hotch looked at Russell with an extremely serious expression and said in a deep voice.
"Master, this is too dangerous." Russell knew very well that Hodge's judgment was correct, but she also knew very well that this was too risky.
Once the operation is improper, none of the three of them can leave.
On the contrary, if they escape to the cavalry regiment, perhaps a lot of civilians in the village will die, and perhaps the cavalry regiment will suffer heavy casualties, but Hodge's safety can definitely be guaranteed.
After all, the fully armed cavalry regiment has 5,149 men. Even if it is filled with lives, it can still last for 20 minutes.
But Russell couldn't guarantee how many people would die.
"Compared with so many lives, I think the risk is bearable."
"This matter started with me, and it should end with me."
Holding the blood cup in his hand, Huo Qi felt that his heart was full of strength for a moment, and the panic and fear just now dissipated a lot.
The long-lost feeling of passion surged into my heart again.
Even though in this life, he became a noble and the master he longed for in his previous life, he was still unwilling to gain benefits by harming others.
But this time, the lives of the cavalry soldiers and the lives of innocent people in the village were used in exchange for his survival.
He feels uneasy!!
This was not his original intention of coming alone to find the traitor.
He can't protect himself by hurting others!
"But...but..." Russell still couldn't make up her mind. She couldn't bear such a risk.
"This is an order." Hodge looked serious and said, "Okay, I don't want to waste too much time on this issue."
"What you need to consider now is how to ensure that O'Neal can drink this glass of wine!"
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Hodge, Russell had no choice but to give up, adjust his thoughts, and began to think about how to make O'Neal drink this glass of wine?
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On the other side, the fierce battle between the giant O'Neal and Bessemer continues.
Both parties are war lords of the Knight Path and Sequence 7, control the abilities of the same sequence, and are also bronze knights of the Knights Hall.
In fact, the difference in strength between the two sides is not too big.
The only difference is that O'Neal masters three combat skills.
And Bessemer only mastered two kinds.
Combat skills, this is a special skill that can be learned independently starting from Knight Path Sequence 7.
Just like the choice of various elemental magics in the magician path, the choice of combat skills also varies from person to person.
Some knights feel that their physical body is not strong enough, so they choose to strengthen their armor and strengthen their skin cuticle combat skills.
Some knights feel that they lack the powerful attack skills to kill with one hit, so they will learn similar abilities.
The two combat skills that Bessimo learned are [the more you fight, the more crazy you become] and [block].
One is to enhance one's durability during the continuous battle and resist the negative effects of madness and burning blood. The other is to resist fatal attacks. For knights, non-fatal injuries can be dealt with by relying on one's own outstanding performance.
Restorative, slow healing.
But once it is penetrated into the head, heart and other lethal parts, even with the treatment of magicians and priests, you will still die.
Unless high-level healing magic at the saint level is used, it is possible to cure fatal injuries.
Resurrection from the dead can only be achieved at the level of gods.
"Hahaha, come on, come on, O'Neal, aren't you very arrogant?"
"Is there also a gap between war lords?"
"You can't do it either!"
Bessimo laughed wildly and taunted, while attacking crazily, with an extremely crazy expression.
Bessimo seems to be crazy, but in fact, he is very aware of his own state. Although the side effects of becoming crazy and burning blood are temporarily offset by [the more he fights, the more crazy he becomes], the injury is still there, and the weakening effect is now temporarily suppressed, which will affect his body.
The inside accumulates more and more until it completely explodes.
By then, he will be beyond salvation.
But it doesn't matter, his goal was achieved.
Hodge and Russell were gone, and that was enough.
A knight dies on the battlefield, which is an honor!
Bessemer thought this way, with a death wish in his eyes, and his crazy state was also affecting his thoughts. He could no longer think calmly, and had only one thought in his mind, which was to severely injure O'Neal before he died.
Even if you die, you have to bite off a piece of meat!
At this moment, a familiar female voice came from a distance.
"Bessimo, come here quickly, I have a way to deal with O'Neal."
Besimo's expression changed, and without any hesitation, he took advantage of the reaction force of the next collision and retreated suddenly, running towards the source of the sound.
Bessimo looked up and saw Russell standing next to a small tree, holding a transparent goblet with cyan wine in his hand. Under the sunlight, it was crystal clear and exuded infinite magic power.
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An instinctive impulse surged in Bessemer's heart. If he drank it, he would gain huge benefits.
The pace of Bessimo's feet was a little faster. He was already a little crazy and confused. At this moment, he no longer had the energy to judge the quality of the wine, to think about the purpose of Russell's move, to analyze why Russell left and returned?
There is only one voice that keeps echoing in my heart: drink it, drink it, I need this glass of wine now!!
Bessemer ran, but there was a violent tremor behind him, and the whole earth seemed to be trembling and shaking.
Fierce footsteps were getting closer and closer to Bessemer.
O'Neal is here!
O'Neal, who turned into a giant, was also attracted by the magic of the blood cup!!