Mage with knife

"Brothers, the Saint just said that half of the loot captured in this night attack will be divided among you." Dick shouted.

"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories..." The cavalry soldiers cheered again. This night attack was a complete victory. Too many enemy supplies were captured (the supply reserves of Sparta's 30,000-strong army could be less).

Share half of it, a huge reward.

Dick couldn't all be separated. After all, the soldiers who defended the city also had merit.

"Brothers guarding the city, Lord Saint just said that the brothers guarding the city have also worked hard. The other half of the loot captured in this night attack will be divided among you."

"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories..." The garrison cultivators in Dongcheng also began to cheer. Isn't it a benefit to get money for everything? What kind of thing inspires the military morale the most? Rewards!

As the rewards continued to be distributed, all the defender cultivators finally knew how successful the cavalry's night attack was. Otherwise, where would they have gotten so many rewards?

"Dick, you are really good. This way, the morale will be great." The black-faced saint is very satisfied with Dick. The training materials he has rewarded do not require him and Kip City to go out. As a saint, he can also

He got a lot of cheers. Is what Dick preached about the reward from the Saint?

"This time, the Spartans suffered heavy losses and are expected to be inactive for two days. Senior, the battle situation in Kip City will ultimately be decided by the general situation. I hope the Snowmen can win on the main battlefield."

The black-faced saint understood what Dick meant. After all, Kip City could only be regarded as a local battlefield, and the outcome of the final war would still be decided by the demigods.

No matter how you say it, if Kip City can be defended, the Snow people will die a lot less. The black-faced saint has been stationed in Kip City for many years, and he also has feelings for Kip City.

Things were pretty much what Dick had expected. Tens of thousands of troops were lost in the first battle, and supplies were exposed. The Spartans outside the city had to readjust their deployment, which all took time.

The tired defenders of Kip City really need to adjust their time. It would be great if they could rest for two days.

After all, the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. A few days later, the Spartan army came back and stormed Kip City again.

"Dick, is there anything else you can do?" After being attacked for several days, Kip City was on the verge of collapse again, and the black-faced saint looked worried.

"There is no other way, senior! The cavalry can only continue the night attack!"

"A night attack? What if the enemy is prepared? We only have so many magic horses in Kip City." The black-faced saint was a little worried. They are not fools. If you attack at night, they will definitely be prepared.

"Senior, in this night attack... the cavalry is not the main factor. The most important thing is that it depends on the senior." Dick said.

"I? It's not a big problem for me to contain the enemy's saint." The black-faced saint still has this kind of confidence.

"Senior, it's not about containment, it's about killing!"

"Kill?" The black-faced saint frowned. The two sides were really about the same strength, so the possibility was too slim.

"Senior, I will also join the war!" Dick said resolutely.

"You?" The black-faced saint looked at Dick in confusion, and suddenly remembered something.

"Senior, you are an intermediate saint!"

"yes!"

"Senior, junior and two friends worked together to kill an intermediate saint from the Dark Knife organization. I believe that senior is definitely stronger than my two friends."

"Can it work?" The black-faced saint looked at Dick with a slightly expectant look.

"It has to be done even if it doesn't work. This is the only way to save Kip City. If we don't kill the enemy's saints, if this kind of force continues to be used up, Kip City will really be destroyed in a few days."

"Dick, you have to think about it, this is too dangerous for you." The black-faced saint now admires Dick very much. He has strategy, courage, strength, and a real talent.

"Danger? Senior, once Kip City is breached, junior will still die. Rather than this, it is better to fight to the death."

"Okay! Since neither left nor right can be saved, let's give it a try. Let's discuss how to calculate the opponent's saint first." Since they are fighting together, the black-faced saint and Dick must understand each other. means, how to create opportunities for the other party, etc.!

"Dick, I'm going too!" How could Borte watch Dick die like this? Fighting the Saint, what else is it other than dying?

"Bortie, don't be stupid, you can't do it. I have Fire Cloud Steps to move around, and I have long-range attack magic to have the opportunity to hurt the saint... If you get involved, it will delay things." Dick is not afraid of hitting Bor. My dear, in a fatal battle, there is no room for error.

"I..." Bortie is so frustrated. Once a high-level warrior faces a saint, he lacks effective long-range attack methods. This is a fact. Not everyone is as lucky as Luoxue, who recognizes the attribute of fighting spirit and attacks with fighting spirit. It may cause harm to the saint from more than ten meters away.

"Dick, be careful...you can definitely do it." This time, it was Borte who pulled Dick in and put Dick into death several times. Borte was so troublesome.

"Borte, you have your important duty. Lead the cavalry army to attack the Spartan camp. If you don't hurt the Spartan army, their saints will be in trouble if they don't come out."

"Dick, don't worry."

This time, Kip City gathered all the mid-level and high-level magicians to infiltrate the cavalry brigade that was attacking at night. This was the last battle for Kip City. If they lost this battle, there was really no hope.

An army of four thousand cavalry rushed into the Spartan military camp outside the East City, and the battle was extremely fierce.

The black-faced saint was carrying Dick, yes, he was carrying him. It was impossible not to carry him, because Dick's speed couldn't keep up with the saint's.

Coming!

The black-faced saint dropped Dick and charged forward, and a saint battle broke out again.

Dick rushed forward without hesitation.

Are the Spartans' saints very strong? Dick doesn't think that, at least, the pressure they faced this time was not as great as the last time they fought against the saints of the Dark Knife organization. Of course, the main reason is that there are black-faced saints taking the lead. Reason; perhaps, it is because of Dick's improved combat effectiveness.

The Spartan saint obviously didn't pay enough attention to Dick's appearance. A powerful ant was just harassing him.

Dick was surprised to find that his opportunity came so quickly. You must know that Dick's mental power has been tortured by the jade pendant space for decades, and his ability to capture fighter planes is extremely strong.

Regardless of whether the Spartan saints did not take him seriously, now that the opportunity arose, Dick decisively launched a Jedi charge.

The familiar Nine-step Spirit Snake finally used the familiar force to counterattack. Dick felt that this time it was smoother than the last assault against the Saint of the Dark Knife Organization.

A close attack with a maximum strength of forty-five waves, which smashed the Spartan saint's hastily deployed fighting spirit shield, failed to block Dick's heavy blow.

We have said that in the battle between masters, even the slightest change may be fatal. If the black-faced saint cannot even seize such a good opportunity, Dick should be scolded.

"Haha..." The black-faced saint beheaded the Spartan saint with one blow, and laughed in the sky, "Dick, you are so damn awesome. The loot of this guy's space bag belongs to me. I will reward you when you turn around."

You are ten high-level monsters."

"Thank you, senior, for the reward." Dick was overjoyed. There were ten high-level monsters. Dick had never seen so many rewards. He also didn't dare to miss the Spartan saint's dead ghost's space bag.