Chapter 180 Understanding

"I hate others hiding in the dark and scheming me the most! I have always hated it!" Roddy looked at Fielding and said coldly.

Fielding was already sweating coldly.

Dead?

Just die like this?

The saint in the gray-clothed temple was actually killed under the opponent's sword?

Although the other party is a swordsman and his strength is better than the gray-clothed Saint, there is not that big gap, right?

As the black flames in the sky burned out, Fielding's heart had completely sunk as he looked at the sword inserted in front of him.

"Oh no! God-killing Bow!!" Fielding suddenly exclaimed, her body jumped up, and she rushed out more than ten meters high, but it was empty in the air. Where was the shadow of the God-killing Bow?

"Are you looking for this?" Roddy looked coldly at Fielding, looking around in the sky, slowly stretched out a hand, and a black flame appeared from his palm. The flames were wrapped in the small silver bow and arrow. It was just in the black flames. The originally charming silver on the bow and arrow seemed to have completely dimmed.

Fielding was really anxious. He rushed down immediately, stood in front of Roddy, and shouted, "How could it be in your hands!"

"That's it..." Roddy said lightly: "I don't know much. Anyway, I killed that guy just now, and suddenly I remembered such a thing in my mind, and it came to me... Fielding, this thing seems to be called the God-killing Bow, right?"

"Get it!" Fielding reached out to grab it. Roddy did not dodge, but instead sent his hand forward. Before Fielding's hand touched the black flame, it immediately shrank back as if it was electrocuted. It took a few steps in succession and exclaimed: "Hell Fire!! Aren't you a Sword Saint Warrior? How could you use Hell Fire!!"

Roddy shook her head, a little thought appeared in her eyes, then she glanced and smiled slightly. The black flame in her hand flashed and the arrow disappeared.

Fielding raised his sword, pointed at Roddy, and said in a deep voice: "Give it back to me! That is the artifact of our temple!"

Roddy ignored him and just reached out to pull up the Dragon Tooth Sword on the ground. He waved it a few times, and whispered as if frowned: "It seems something is wrong..."

Fielding looked a little serious and gritted her teeth and said, "Hisser Duke of Tulip, it's certainly wrong for them to plot against you just now, but the person you killed is the saint in the gray-clothed temple! It's already considered to be even. Please give me that bow and arrow!"

Roddy finally raised his eyelids, glanced at Fielding, and said lightly: "If you want it, take it with your ability!"

Fielding did not hesitate, and a golden fighting spirit burst out from his body. He rushed up a few steps and slashed again. Roddy shook his head, and his eyes seemed to have a thoughtful look. He seemed to be not moving quickly, and there was no such thing as when the two of them were fighting just now, as if they just raised their hand and stabbed them out.

Fielding immediately felt a strange feeling. The other party's huge sword easily pierced his fighting spirit and then hit the tip of his sword hard.

With a crisp "kneel" sound, Fielding felt a strange twisting force coming from the sword. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. His hand trembled, and the sword almost fell off his hand. In a hurry, he twisted his body, dodged a few steps, and looked at Roddy in surprise: "What trick are you doing?"

Roddy also frowned, her eyes full of thoughtful gazes, and she shook her head: "It seems like this..."

He suddenly glanced at Fielding, and the sword in his hand flipped over like a poisonous snake. Fielding felt a flash in front of him. Before he could see the other party's movements clearly, he only saw that the other party's sword tip had stabbed in front of him. He took the time to raise the sword to block it.

There was another crisp sound, and he was knocked away. After landing, he staggered several steps before finally standing firm.

"What's going on!" He was filled with horror. The other party clearly had no sharp edge in the sword, but the attack just now made him feel as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer...

The confusion in Roddy's eyes had disappeared, a real smile appeared on the corner of his mouth little by little, and then he sighed softly: "I understand...I finally understand..."

Facing the Paladin opponent in front of him, he actually closed his eyes and murmured: "The sword is in my hand, turning into anger and sharpness between my fingers, piercing the warmth of spring, piercing the highness of summer, piercing the charm of autumn, piercing the coldness of winter... Mr. Qiu, this is the real sword path you are talking about..."

He actually shook his head like this, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Tulip!!" Fielding roared, gritted her teeth and held the sword with both hands, then shouted, and a golden spiral edge swept out from the sword's edge, aimed at Roddy and shot it!

Roddy frowned and turned around. He didn't even use a sword. He stretched out his left hand and opened his palm. The spiral conical golden edge hit his hand. With a loud bang, it quickly dissolved.

There is no explosion, no breaking, no energy.

It was resolved so easily.

"Felding." Roddy said lightly: "You are no longer my opponent. You insisted on not killing me just now, so I will not fight you again today. Let's stop our duel."

"Nonsense!" Fielding's face turned pale. Of course, he saw clearly that the other party caught the sharp fighting spirit he waved with just one hand, but how could a knight's self-esteem make him easily admit defeat! He shouted: "I am the paladin of the temple!! Do you think you can beat me?! Who was beaten by me just now and there was no power to fight back!!"

"It's me." Roddy's tone was calm: "I was indeed not your opponent just now. Although I have reached the level of a swordsman, I am a little inferior to you in terms of strength, experience and understanding of martial arts. I was able to fight with you for so long just now, but I really rely on my body's ability to carry the strike."

"Then let's continue the duel!!" Fielding held the sword in his hand tightly.

"No need." Roddy shook his head and smiled, "You are no longer my opponent. Knight Fielding, just now, thank you for your plot, which made me realize something strange. I think I have broken through something..."

"What's the breakthrough..." A trace of surprise flashed in Fielding's eyes: "You mean the realm?!"

Roddy shook her head: "No, it's not a domain, but I can feel that I've stood in front of a door. Perhaps as long as I can open this door, I can truly understand the domain... What I mean by breaking through means that I have now understood a little...rules."

The fighting spirit on Fielding's body was burning, but Roddy stood there quietly. Listening to Roddy's words, Fielding couldn't help laughing wildly, "I've said so much, and I'll know after I beat him!"

Roddy frowned and shook her head, looked at Fielding, and said lightly: "Do you know, we were all in the same realm, do you know what the biggest difference between us is from the field?" He pointed to Fielding slowly and said lightly: "It is the use of power!"

"There are rules in this world, and nothing is everlasting. Including power...Originally, someone told me that it is not that the stronger the power, the stronger the strength. I only realized what this sentence means today." Roddy smiled: "Before leaving, I will give you a sentence... Like you now, every sword and every move is used, with amazing momentum, as if it was a rock, but your power has already poured out before it hits the other party. Your power looks very powerful, the fighting spirit is high, and the golden light is dazzling...If you can restrain the fighting spirit on your sword... Fielding... Do you know, it is easy to blow the balloon, but it is very difficult to press a balloon into a dot...it is like this..."

He stretched out his two hands without any flash of fighting spirit, as if he was just a careless stroke in the air...

With a loud bang, a deep and long gully burst out in front of the ground where Fielding stood, with Roddy's fingertips!!

Leaving a surprised face, Roddy really left with such a big strode.

He was not worried that Fielding would attack behind him. With Fielding's personality, he would not attack him behind him - even if he attacked, Roddy was no longer afraid of him.

On the battlefield, Roddy gathered the messy Sieger and others, and returned to the city, leaving behind a confused look on the face. Before he knew it, his sword had slowly been put down, as if it was supported by his body like a crutch.

When the city gate opened, Roddy and his men rode into the city, and countless soldiers on both sides cheered loudly: "Long live the duke!! Long live the tulips!!"

A thunderous cheer broke out from the city wall, and everyone looked at Roddy almost as if he was a god. The scene just now was too amazing after all, the storm that made the world lose its color, and the huge ball of light were simply the legendary invincible god of war.

Roddy rode the war horse, Garros - the horse was not injured, but was blown away by the strong wind and ran back by himself.

Amid the cheers, only two people on the city wall closed their mouths, one was Miro, and the other was the bishop of the God Cult.

Miro's eyes were complicated, but the bishop elder of the Divine Cult had a little strange look.

"The scene just now... was it a dragon change?"

Tiger is undoubtedly the most depressing person. The duel that was carefully prepared, I thought that the paladin of the temple would take action, and the Dragon Breaking Magic Formation could eliminate the opponent's Tulip Duke - everyone knows what a scene would be if the army of the Light Empire lost that flag!

Now, the Dragon Breaking Formation was broken, and dozens of magicians were severely damaged, many of them had temporarily lost their magical abilities. More importantly, the gray-clothed saint in the temple was killed in battle!! The temple's artifact God-killing Bow was lost!!

Any of these two things can make you doom!

What is the identity of the saint in the temple? In addition to the Kingdom of Sauron, in more than a dozen other countries in the Roland Continent, the saints are almost more authoritative than the king!! He is the top figure in the temple! And the loss of the artifact... Tiger dared not even think about it.

After Fielding came back from the battlefield, she didn't say a word and didn't even look at Tiger. He was very disdainful of the commander of the Roland coalition. In Fielding's heart, these people defiled his original open duel!

Tiger naturally didn't dare to do anything to Fielding - he was a Paladin.

The commanders of all countries in the coalition were worried and couldn't help but clamor. Tiger's face became increasingly ugly. Finally, he couldn't bear it and shouted: "Okay! Are you going to fight? Are you going to fight? Are you going to fight? Are you going to fight? Then fight!! Starting today, you will attack the city at all costs!! All the magician guards are going up!! I don't believe that the Tulip Duke really can't be killed!!"

Seeing the commander getting angry, everyone calmed down for a moment. Tiger's tone was low and full of murderous aura: "Start tomorrow, we will attack the city with all our might! Whoever army has gone up, no matter who it is, will not be allowed to come down! If there is a fugitive, everyone will be killed!!"

The next day, the imperial army in Leiming City immediately felt a completely different pressure!

In the morning, when the sky was just dawn, the Roland coalition began to attack the city. In one morning, it repelled the opponent's three charges. Finally, at noon, the Rolanders began to fight desperately.

Tiger killed four regiment commanders and knights in one breath, and executed six hundred defeated officers and soldiers. Then he threw the heads of those who were executed and roared: "I'm very clear! No one is allowed to take a step back! Even if he kills until only the last person is left, he is not allowed to retreat!"

The army directly under Tiger mobilized 10,000 people to supervise the war team. These people stood behind with strong shields and sharp swords - retreating is death, advancing is fighting, and the Rolands' army finally burst out with an unprecedented courage!

Anyway, you are dead. It’s better to rush up and fight, and maybe there will be a glimmer of hope!

Teams of Roland soldiers rushed like a city wall and erected ladders. The soldiers climbed up with almost red eyes. They watched their companions hit by huge rocks falling from the city wall and screamed and fell down. The others didn't even look at each other, and went up the ladder that had been stained with blood...

Above the city gate, the archers aimed the arrow at the city gate and shot hard, and they almost didn't need to aim! The Roland people squeezed into a group under the city, hugging the giant tree and hitting the city gate hard. Crying loudly one after another, but no one retreated. The Roland soldiers were covered in blood, almost wishing they could hit the city gate with red eyes and heads.

The Rolanders invested nearly 100,000 troops to attack the city. In the afternoon, they had almost rushed up to the city wall and occupied a section of the city wall. However, they later took back the section of the city wall under the counterattack of the flame warriors of the Divine Cult.

What surprised the Imperial Army was that it was the only way to retreat: the ladder was right beside me, but none of the Roland soldiers who had been killed backwards escaped, and they killed until the last one fell!

In the evening, countless corpses were already upside down on the city wall, and the city gate was almost filled with corpses. The air was filled with pungent smell of blood. The ground above the city wall was tide and slippery, soaked in blood. In some places, a blood pit even accumulated, and a step was stepped on and blood splashed everywhere.

It was shocking to see. The city walls were full of broken arms and branches. If you take a step, you would step on broken corpses and broken swords. The exhausted imperial soldiers sat down on the side and gasped, and the seriously injured and undead soldiers screamed and wailed.

The pile of corpses under the city gate had blocked the city gate. Countless corpses were buried with sharp arrows and fell next to the giant tree - these people had her last drop of blood under the city.

The strong city gate is a little damaged - the city gate is made of iron wood from the light empire, which is the extremely strong iron wood that is produced in the Roland Continent. The city gate is also reinforced with horizontal and vertical iron bars, but after a day of fierce fighting, many of the iron bars have been broken, and some have not been broken for a while, but have been twisted and deformed.

The soldiers of the Empire were busy on the city walls and carried the bodies and wounded soldiers down. Many soldiers were busy moving the exhausted stones onto the city walls. All the stones in Leiming City were demolished, and all the stones were transported to the city wall to guard the city. There were also craftsmen busy repairing and strengthening the city gates.

On the battlefield outside the city, hundreds of Roland soldiers wearing white clothes were also busy cleaning the battlefield. They carried the bodies of Roland soldiers back, and the wounded soldiers who were shot and fell on the battlefield - the imperial soldiers on the city wall did not shoot arrows at these people. Both sides were busy carrying out their own work in a silent tacit understanding.

The magicians and sorcerers of both sides were also taking time to rest and restore their magic power. In the fierce battle today, the two sides collided fiercely several times, but the sorcerers of the Empire were completely at a disadvantage - a duel between dozens of sorcerers of the same strength and magicians. Because the opponent's magicians used a combination of magic, their strength was greatly enhanced, which caused the sorcerers of the Empire to suffer a lot and were killed on the spot.

Even the magician who later appeared against the opponent was reluctant to resist with his strong body. After a day, Roddy was almost exhausted.

The night finally came, and the moon was dim tonight, as if the heaven and earth were sighing for this tragic killing - the soldiers on the city wall sat on the ground and gathered together in three or five. Everyone looked calm, and occasionally someone looked at the golden tulip battle flag above the city gate from time to time.
Chapter completed!