Chapter 595 Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed
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The roar of spells was endless, and the black knight's iron cavalry kept passing by.
The players who were just running for their lives did not put up any resistance at all, and disappeared into pieces of white light.
However, with the sharp decrease in the number of players, there is a lot of space for everyone to retreat, and they will not run into several people after running a few steps like at the beginning.
Especially at a narrow pass, if hundreds of thousands of people swarmed up, no one would be able to escape.
Now, dozens of sparse people are running out in batches, but it is much smoother, which can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes.
"Xinghuo, take the people out first." Sherlock looked back at the pass, then flew back.
He doesn't care about the player's life or death, since there is a camp where he can resurrect.
But he couldn't turn a blind eye to the situation of the NPCs. Without these high-end combat capabilities, the players would never be able to organize a second attack by relying on them alone.
The bearded mercenaries and Tucker's wolf cavalry were both veterans, and they were the first to run out of the pass when they saw the situation was going badly.
Nororoto's Holy Knights are covering the players' retreat.
Only the dwarf tribe, limited by their racial characteristics, most of them are employed as spellcasters. It is very inconvenient to move in this chaos, so that at this time, they are still quite far away from the pass.
"Chief Langda, how are your people?" Sherlock just flew over and punched away a monster that was coming towards him.
"It's...ok..." the dwarf patriarch said breathlessly. For a spell-casting bard, such a strenuous long-distance running is really difficult for him.
Sherlock took a look and found that although they were all injured to varying degrees, at least there was no attrition.
"Be careful!" Dragon Girl's voice suddenly came from the air.
Everyone looked up and saw a vampire swooping down with a burst of blood mist, grabbing one of the slightly petite dwarfs and flying into the sky again.
"Ah!" A frightened scream kept going away
"Kalami!" Chief Langda shouted, and chased after him with several quick spells.
It's just that the speed of the vampire, even if he is accompanied by someone, is still slightly faster than the trajectory of the spell, and he will almost disappear from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Karami!"
"Karami!"
The dwarf patriarch kept wailing, both out of anger and self-blame. He really couldn't imagine what kind of torture his granddaughter would suffer.
"Chief Langda, leave Kalami to me. You retreat to the pass first." The situation was urgent. Sherlock said hastily, and his wings soared into the sky.
His flying speed is not much inferior to that of the black dragon, and the vampire is carrying a dwarf, so it is not difficult to catch up.
It's just that the bird demons that kept pounced on him along the way made the result unknown.
"La la!" A clear voice like a wind chime suddenly appeared among the jumble of bird calls.
"Huayedi!"
"La la!" Huayedi smiled happily, waving the Eternal Dream in her hand, and a circle of white fluorescence surrounded them.
When the bird demons saw this fluorescence, they seemed to have seen something terrifying, and they screamed and ran away.
Not only the bird demons, but also the vampires and even the bone dragons couldn't help but feel a sense of fear when they saw this fluorescence.
To be honest, Sherlock hasn't summoned Huayidi for a long time, and he doesn't know what changes have happened to her during this time. The Eternal Dream in her hand has become so powerful.
In any case, this unexpected support was a great help to him.
When the vampire holding the dwarf felt the power of the eternal dream, he had already abandoned his prey and ran away alone.
After receiving the person, Sherlock took a quick look and found that Calami was just unconscious and there was no danger to his life. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time he flew out of the pass with Kalami, everyone had almost retreated.
Neither the followers of the Dragon Cult nor the players led by God's Hand chased him out. After all, for them, protecting Asadron's resurrection was the most important thing.
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That night, everyone gathered in a camp again.
"Everyone, I must have seen the true strength of the Dragon Worship Cult today. If you want to attack and seize the station head-on, it will be difficult to achieve success by destroying the resurrection ceremony."
"If you can't think of a better way, why not try our plan." Xinghuo suggested again.
Whether it was because they had not yet recovered from the brutal battle during the day or because they still disagreed with the plan, no one expressed their opinions immediately.
After a long silence, Noroluoto broke the deadlock: "This plan is too risky, and we can no longer afford another failure."
"With such a huge disparity in combat power, unless the Queen of Storms, Alasia Silverhand, arrives in person, any plan will be risky." Spark argued rationally.
"Risk and opportunity coexist, I am willing to trust these adventurers once." The dwarf patriarch Rhonda hesitated again and again, and finally expressed his attitude.
Not only because these adventurers had just saved his granddaughter Kalami not long ago, but also because he really believed that this plan was the most feasible under the current conditions.
If the plan can succeed, even if he and the tribesmen he brought out are all sacrificed here, it is acceptable, as long as the remaining tribesmen can be spared from Asadron's murder.
The support of the dwarf clan is crucial to Starfire and the others.
As long as one party takes a stand in this stalemate, the other parties will no longer be able to remain silent.
The Holy Knights were the second to agree. They really couldn't think of a better plan.
The silver dragon Argenta wanted to see if Sherlock could really win the heart of Asadron and complete the red dragon transformation.
Next, the Azure Ring's men and Cesc's wolf cavalry saw that everyone supported them, so they did not express any further objections.
In the camp, Xinghuo presided over the meeting alone.
Outside the camp, Sherlock was greeting Daenerys, who had rushed back overnight.
"How's it going? Has the stuff been delivered to the other party?"
"Yes!" Dragon Girl nodded, her voice revealing a hint of exhaustion that was hard to conceal.
The three giant dragons kept taking turns and flew all the way to Wiplintala and back at full speed. She was really exhausted.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to a barbecue when it's over!" Sherlock thanked you.
"Sparse your dark cooking, I'm going to rest first." The three giant dragons kept taking turns and flew back and forth to Wiplintala at full speed. She was really exhausted.
After sending Daenerys away, Shylock is the only one left on the mountain.
He looked at the Dragon Worship Cult's station in the distance and murmured to himself: "Everything is ready, but now there is a lack of east wind."
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At this time, the east wind had just blown open the door of the Dragon Worshiping Residence Hall.
To the north of the broad and cold square, on the dark bone throne, a mage in black robe stared at the humans in the audience and said calmly.
"Believers of the Dragon God, I heard that you want to see me for something!"
"Yes, my extremely respected Lord Pavaroa." The people in the audience slowly raised their heads, revealing a pretty face, with expressions full of respect and respect.
