Explosive bombs burning with red flames flew out of Chris's hand and hit the two black magicians.
"Quickly retreat!" The two of them retreated more than twenty meters each, and the explosive bomb exploded from between them.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and countless sand and dust flew up, leaving both of them disgraced.
A deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters was left on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Chris's dragon tail swiped, like a thick whip hitting Mason's body, and the latter spun and flew out like a top.
"Fire-flaming Heavy Claws!"
The fire element quickly gathered and condensed into a giant claw made entirely of flames. It then merged with Chris's dragon claw and was amplified by Reimu. It grabbed Edmund who was still staying in place.
"Magic Light Shield!" Edmund used his remaining magic power to build a shield in front of him. He couldn't understand why that kid dealt with him so much more harshly than Mason.
"Keng!"
The dragon's claws slapped violently on the pitch-black shield, making a crisp metallic sound.
Although Edmund resisted Chris' attack, the impact carried by it caused the shield to hit his chest, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards.
Masonite quickly used floating magic to fly over, catch Edmund, and take him away.
"All members of the association, obey my order and retreat!"
The sound was like rolling thunder, spreading to the entire battlefield.
After receiving the order, the black magicians quickly gathered together. They used magic soul balls to collect the contracted monsters, and then used floating magic to evacuate.
And those ordinary splicing beasts are treated as cannon fodder after being severed, and no one cares about them.
"Oh, what kind of place do you think this is, where you can come and leave whenever you want?" Chris returned to his human form, took out the Qiongtian Explosive Flame Bow from the space ring, poured all the remaining demonic fighting energy into it, and condensed it into a dark golden penetrating rod.
Armor arrow.
"Whoosh!" The energy arrow shot through the air with a harsh sound, and in the blink of an eye, the six black magicians were strung together into candied haws, and the six corpses fell to the ground silently.
Tina cooperated with Lauder and others to kill all the remaining splicing beasts on the city wall, and their blood dyed the ground red.
There are many corpses piled on the ground, including those of the enemy and one's own.
A young citizen fell at Chris's feet. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and had a very delicate face.
Chris scratched his hair, feeling a little upset.
There are casualties in war, which is unavoidable, but when one's own people really die in front of one's eyes, one still feels a little uncomfortable.
Damn the Edmund Society!
"Jonathan, count the battle losses." Chris sighed in his heart.
"yes."
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Chris walked to the bodies of the six black magicians and took a look at their hands, but did not find the space ring.
They are all at the lowest level, with only one at the second level, and the rest are all at the first level. It is understandable that they do not have rings.
Chris was about to burn them all with a fire. Out of sight, out of mind, he suddenly noticed that the second-level black magician had a bulge under his body, as if he was hiding something.
So, he used Dragon Roar to cut open the other party's pants. When he saw clearly what was going on inside, his expression suddenly became weird.
I saw that the guy's lower body actually had three little penises.
What a talent!
I can actually think of alternative uses of splicing magic.
Chris wants to learn it.
Wait, if I install two of them for myself, when I use them, will it be considered someone else is greening me, or am I greening someone else?
Forget it, one piece of labor and capital is enough.
Chris shook his head and gave up this unrealistic idea. With a flick of his finger, he hit a few small flames on the six corpses. In less than a moment, the magical flames burned them to ashes on the ground.
"Report sir!" Jonathan trotted over, "In this battle, thirty-four of our citizens were killed and one hundred and thirty were injured; zero rhinoceros died and twenty were injured; zero minotaurs died and sixty were injured.
people."
"We killed six enemy magicians, seventeen magical beasts, and eighty-seven beasts."
Chris frowned little by little: "In other words, except for the last few I killed, you didn't kill any black magicians?"
Jonathan said awkwardly: "They have been hiding behind, just controlling the monsters to fight with us, without direct contact, so it is difficult to cause effective damage to those magicians."
"Okay!" Fortunately, the rhinoceros and tauren were not killed, which made Chris feel a little more balanced.
This war caused certain losses to both sides, and it was considered a lose-lose situation.
In the battle between Chris and Mason, neither side could do anything about the other. Although the true dragon form was powerful, the consumption of demonic fighting energy was extremely alarming.
The most he can do is exchange one with the opponent. Unless he has another sixth-level dragon core, he can break the stalemate in front of him.
The most valuable enemy is the black magician. As for the splicing beasts or warcraft, they can be hunted again.
After the baptism of this war, the citizens of Dawn City have become much more resolute, and the original cowardice in their eyes has disappeared.
Chris looked around at the splicing beast's corpse and said loudly: "Go down, today's lunch will be Warcraft meat!"
"Long live!"
"Thank you, sir!"
For these free people or serfs living at the bottom, they may never have the opportunity to come into contact with the meat of Warcraft in their lifetime, and even ordinary meat may be a luxury.
But now, there is such an opportunity.
Chris asked Jonathan to find a place to bury his fallen citizens, and erected a tombstone in front of the grave to record their names.
These people are their own warriors, and they should be remembered by future generations.
Many people were moved to tears. According to their previous thinking, it was only natural for serfs to fight for their lords. If they accidentally died in battle, they would basically roll it up with a straw mat and throw it away in a mass grave.
This is the first time I have seen a lord who can bury his subordinates in such a grand manner.
Not only that, Chris also compensated the families of the fallen with a pension of ten gold coins.
After they got the golden coins, they all thanked them profusely.
"Thank you Lord Lord!"
Reputation 50 from Hope…
More than thirty families provided more than 1,500 reputation points.
According to the thinking of this world, serfs are the private property of nobles, and the power of life and death is controlled by nobles.
pension?
It doesn't exist. You are my property to begin with. When you die, someone else should compensate for my losses.
Chris said softly: "No need to thank me, your family paid for this with their lives."