Exhaust your power? Let's rest next to you. Although this means, Wang Xiaofeng should express it more tactfully to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

This wave of Blade Beasts was blocked by the tenacious Angel Wings Legion. The so-called Angel Wings is the alias of this guardian legion. Their official number is the "Golden Wings Legion". It was originally the legion of the guardian portal of the Holy Light City. When Wang Xiaofeng triggered the plot of the Undead Sky, they were temporarily dispatched to the front line to defend.

Originally, this legion was a type of infantry who was good at defending the city and defending the city, but now it is defending the invasion of undead creatures and the Hell Legion day and night, and has naturally been under considerable pressure for a long time.

No matter what happens, after being stretched out, some pain will linger in the heart. This pain will often torture people's nerves and destroy their resilience.

This is a kind of torture and a kind of polishing. After such a long period of high-intensity battles, as long as this legion can survive in the final battle, it will be a steel lion with a slight correction. It will be no less than the famous Blood Crusade, and it will even be better. After all, Lyle and Paul are different. The former is both civil and military, while the latter likes to fight with all the passion.

At this moment, these heavy infantry from level 80 to level 90 were almost half-blooded, which was severely injured. Wang Xiaofeng's treatment amount was minimal for tens of thousands of people, but a comrade always had to make some achievements when he took office.

"Captain Lyle, you go to the back and rest first, and leave it to me to deal with it."

"Captain Sain needs rescue. There will be an hour interval after this wave of attacks. Without giving them more instructions, the soldiers will arrange their own defense." Lyle's face turned a little pale, and his body became soft and was helped by Wang Xiaofeng in time. "Go and see him."

"He is the commander of the Paul Legion..." Wang Xiaofeng looked up at the sky with thunder sounds. There was another battlefield above, where black and red figures were constantly chasing.

Lyle, who was once glorious, was so embarrassed. Paul, who fought bravely, would not know how he was awake. Serne Arthur, the tough guy who had first contacted him... needed help. "Where is he?"

"Follow me!" Lyle gritted his teeth. The forced release of a large area of ​​legion gain just now made him lose all his strength. He could only let Wang Xiaofeng support him and run to the already broken military camp with a needle. "His situation is a little bad."

The ground was covered with broken limbs and dark pits. There was a strong and pungent smell in the air, which was mixed with bloody smell after the tar burned. It seemed that the enemy launched an attack underground, and the soldiers were caught off guard, killing countless people. In order to avoid the corpse becoming enemies of their comrades, they could only commit suicide after the zombie combat power...

Seeing Sain and Knight Arthur again, Wang Xiaofeng's heart twitched a little, and he left the shield of the system aside. All he saw was a man's upper body. His legs disappeared from his thighs and placed on the straw mat on the ground. The blood stained the dust on the ground red and stained his scattered and blood-colored blonde hair.

He frowned and unconsciously fell into a deep coma after excessive blood loss, but his body and muscles that were twitching from time to time showed the pain and pain in his sleep.

Healing technique, healing technique, the Holy Light tried to repair his crippled body, but bursts of black air wrapped around his wounds, blocking the Holy Light. The player saw the bottom-down blood strip above Sain's head, and it flashed a little every few seconds, which was darkness devouring his last life.

"Elder! Elder! Go and call the three elders! Go and go!"

Wang Xiaofeng shouted anxiously, and several knights guarding the tent rushed out and rode their horses to various parts of the battlefield.

Holy Light Redemption! Holy Light Redemption must have a role. This is a magical skill, a magical magic that has never been missed. This time, it must not be missed.

It was useful, and a mass of holy light wrapped around Sain. Wang Xiaofeng looked at the small half-tube white shield value in Sain. Arthur's blood bar, and was overjoyed for a moment. But soon, Wang Xiaofeng's smile stopped and he saw the shield decrease in the slight flash.

"No," Wang Xiaofeng squatted beside Sain and saw the black aura that still lingers Sain's wound through the holy light. The Holy Light Redemption could not extract this breath for the first time.

"Ahem, Sain was poisoned by the Blade Beast." Lyle fell to the side and sighed, "It is all his will to survive until now. Sir, please save him if possible. Even if you are disabled, let his life continue."

"I understand," Wang Xiaofeng took a breath, and while the shield was still there, he kept brushing out healing techniques, healing techniques, healing light, healing chains, all the skills that could increase blood were dumped by him. He had not mastered the percentage of blood-adding skills that could be learned at level 80, otherwise he might have some chances.

But now, Wang Xiaofeng has been continuously pushing Sain's blood with his own efforts, but when the shield of the Holy Light saved was consumed in half a minute, his blood increase speed is far less than the blood speed.

"Have you come yet?" Wang Xiaofeng turned his head and asked. The knights who were standing down and didn't know how to answer. Wang Xiaofeng cursed again: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Why don't you go quickly! Go find someone!"

"Don't waste your magic," a sigh came from the air. Wang Xiaofeng was overjoyed. This voice had not been heard for a long time. It was the old librarian he had been looking for and one of the seventy-two saints.

But the old man's words...

"His vitality has long been exhausted. Except for the undead magic that can preserve his life mark, even if the goddess comes in person, it cannot save his life..."

"There is no other way?" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the old man who appeared in the turbid holy light, frowned and said, "Can you only watch him die like this?"

"Or, we should send him a ride without making him suffer so much."

"I can't do it," Wang Xiaofeng's healing skills were released uninterruptedly, making the holy light element in the air gradually become rich, but it only allowed the remaining body on the ground to suffer a few more minutes of pain.

The old man closed his eyes and turned to let a holy light wrap around Lyle's body, restoring some strength for him. "I have always restrained the power of the demon here, but I was still summoned by him to descend a small group of demon legions. When will reinforcements arrive?"

"At the earliest tonight, there will be 30,000 people." Wang Xiaofeng replied. He was the commander-in-chief of the combat, and the mobilizations of several elders from all over the place were transmitted to him. "It will take three days after all, the 600,000 Light Legion, the 300,000 Kings Legion, and six griffon Legion and two dragon knights."

"Enough," the old man frowned, his voice with some concern, "In one day, the power of this group of demon legions will begin to recover, and these two days will be extremely difficult. But even if he dies until the last person, he cannot put these evil creatures on the Dawn Continent."

"I know." Wang Xiaofeng breathed, raised his head and poured a bottle of magic potion, continuing to continue the lives of few knights on the ground.

"grown ups……"

"I'm here," Wang Xiaofeng quickly held Sain's raised left hand. The knight's blood-stained face was covered with a sick blush. Wang Xiaofeng's voice couldn't help but choke. He didn't know why he choked up. This was just an NPC who had some intersections, a comrade-in-arms who fought together, and a knight who lowered his country's head to him.

Rebirth?

"Don't bother...Sen died without regrets, the goddess's arms will accept me, the humble soul."

"Well, she will be proud of you, and we will be proud of you."

"Sen has not fought side by side with the Lord, only that short battle," Sen's words were a little coherent, and the hoarse and heavy words made the atmosphere in the tent almost stagnate. "Sen remember that burning my bones and turning them into dust in the sacred fire is the final fate of all the knights. Come early and come late, the same."

"Well, I will. Are you tired? If you are tired, take a break."
Chapter completed!