On Yadi's chest, there is a scar deeply visible to the bone.
Blood slowly overflowed along the broken armor, and soon dyed half of his body red.
He was in disbelief, his body trembled slightly, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.
"He...can actually launch a fatal blow to me in this situation?"
Yadi suddenly felt a little scared. If it weren't for the blow just now, he didn't use all his strength, but took certain defensive measures.
Count Bolton's sword might very well disembowel him! "Hmph!"
Yadi looked at Earl Bolton who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He gritted his teeth and walked towards him, dragging the mace in his hand on the ground, weighing as much as a thousand pounds.
Although his steps were slow and heavy, he was extremely determined.
Yadi came to Bolton, with a strong murderous intent on his face, raised his mace, and slammed it at him.
"stop!"
At this moment, Mai Ruowen suddenly appeared on the scene and hit Yadi with a magic attack.
"boom!"
Yadi flew out immediately and fell to the ground. The wounds on his body became more serious and blood spurted out.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Almost instantly, a dozen figures appeared between Yadi and Mai Ruowen.
Qimeng was furious, pointed the long knife at Mai Ruowen, and shouted angrily: "Despicable human being, you actually destroyed the sacred Margla?
!”
Mai Ruowen's heart trembled wildly as he looked at the restless tribal army on the opposite side.
In fact, he had already guessed how serious the consequences of his actions would be, but he could not just watch Earl Burton die under Yadi's mace.
"The time has come, and he still launched an attack. I was just impatient for a moment, so..." Mai Ruowen explained quickly, and at the same time secretly waved to the army commanders behind him, signaling them to carry Earl Bolton down for treatment first.
The legion commanders didn't care about anything else and quickly helped the unconscious Earl Bolton to leave the battlefield.
Earl Burton's injuries were very serious, and all the wounds on his body collapsed, and they tended to get worse.
What makes people feel even more desperate is that the wounds on his body are not fatal.
The really troublesome thing was Count Bolton's internal injuries! He fell into a coma, but blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. This was a very serious internal injury! All the priests of the legion went into battle and tried their best to treat Count Bolton in a hurry.
Mai Ruowen faced more than a dozen leaders alone. The chief was angry and gritted his teeth and said: "I know the way I handled it was wrong.
Don’t worry, I will give you an explanation!”
After saying that, Mai Ruowen looked fierce, pulled out a sword from his waist, and cut off his own arm.
"This is my explanation!"
With that said, Mai Ruowen threw his pen to the opposite side.
Suddenly, both the tribal camp and the alliance camp became quiet.
"Well!"
Qimeng and others never expected that Mai Ruowen would be so cruel to them! "Humph, let's let this matter go!"
Qimeng, Mam, Doug and others exchanged glances, lifted Yadi and exited the battlefield.
This matter has come to an end.
Several alliance commanders supported McRuowen.
"Pick...get my hand back."
Mai Ruowen turned pale and returned to the camp weakly.
At this time, the priest had taken turns to rescue Earl Burton, but the effect was not good.
Mai Ruowen covered his broken arm with one hand and looked down at the unconscious Earl Bolton, with the muscles on his face twisted together.
He didn't know whether it was because he was worried about Earl Burton or because the severe pain of his broken arm made him unbearable.
"Anton!"
He suddenly turned his head and shouted in a low voice, saying to a priest in black robe: "You...come here!"
"Lord Mai Ruowen, what are your orders?"
The black-robed priest quickly stepped forward and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Because you practice forbidden black magic, you became my abandoned disciple in Karazhan.
You swore a poisonous oath in front of the gods, and you will never use forbidden magic to harm anyone again in this life."
Mai Ruowen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Now...I allow you to break this oath!"
"What?
!”
Anton, the black magician, was suddenly stunned.
Although Anton is a black magician, he can enter Karazhan and there is no problem with his character.
It's just that in his early years, because he learned forbidden black magic, there was no grass growing within a hundred miles.
Afterwards, Anton himself felt very regretful and even wanted to die to apologize.
However, McRuewen stopped him and simply expelled him from the Karazhan Mage Tower and sent him to the outer lands to fight for the Alliance until he died on the battlefield.
It took more than ten years for Anton to enter the outside world.
During this period, he made countless contributions to the alliance and has become the deputy leader of the mage group.
But his inner demons still existed, and he fell into a whirlpool of struggle.
Now, instead of punishing him, Mai Ruowen asked him to use this forbidden magic. How could he accept it?
"Lord Mai Ruowen, I...I..." Anton looked at his hands, as if they were stained with scarlet blood.
"No...no, I can't do it, I can't do it!"
"Anton!"
Mai Ruowen struggled to hold down Anton's hand with one arm, staring at him with red eyes.
"Lord Mai Ruowen, I really... really can't do it!"
"Anton, you are not harming people now, you are saving them!"
McRuewen pointed at Earl Bolton who fell on the ground and said loudly: "For the sake of all mankind in our alliance, Earl Bolton will never retreat even if he dies.
Now he is the hope of all of us, how can you not save him until he dies?"
"But..." "Anton, now the hope of humanity in our alliance is in your hands!"
Mai Ruowen said solemnly: "If you can restore the count's life, then all your past sins can be washed away! Silvana will erect a statue of you, and singers will sing your legend.
Together with the Earl, you will become everyone’s savior!”
"Savior?"
Anton was stunned for a moment, and his cloudy eyes gradually sobered up.
"good!"
Mai Ruowen nodded firmly, "All of us are witnesses!"
"Master Anton, don't hold back, hurry up and find a way to save the earl!"
The leader of the pastoral team said hurriedly.
They were at their wits' end and could only place their hope on Anton.
"I...I'll give it a try!"
Anton took a breath and asked everyone to step back ten meters away.
He examined Earl Burton's injuries, his expression was not as heavy as those of the priests, but instead he showed a relaxed smile.
"Anton, how is the count doing now?"
Mai Ruowen asked quickly.
"Lord Mai Ruowen, if my story is passed down in the future, I hope you can tell future generations that I am not a devil!"
As he spoke, Anton chanted an obscure spell, and then his body became illusory.
Wisps of black smoke emerged from his body and directly wrapped around Earl Burton, quickly forming a black cocoon.
"Crash..." On the surface of the black cocoon, mottled blood dripped down, even mixed with some pieces of meat.