Chapter 132 Endgame

Dick, Roger, Tom and Gray watched the Ents beating the Pyrolizard violently. They were all stunned. After a few seconds, they came back to their senses one after another. All seven heads of the monster were chopped off and smashed to pieces.

Qiao An found that the Flame Snake Lizard was lying on the ground and was unable to struggle, but the broken neck was still growing flesh and blood, trying to reshape the head, so he stopped transforming and returned to human form. Checked the remaining magic power of "Branch of Irminsur", it was enough for him to maintain his transformation for another 30 seconds, put away this secret weapon for the time being, and call a "mythical power" to activate the special ability "energy of the mythical archmage". Substitute", put the thumbs of both hands together, spread the rest of the fingers outward, and push the palms towards the unkillable Flame Snake Lizard.

"úré!"

Joan recited the activation spell of "Burning Hand", but what spewed out from his fingertips was not flames, but wisps of brown acid mist. The highly corrosive mist spread out in a fan shape, covering the seven severed necks of the Flame Snake Lizard, and the wound made a hissing sound. As Joan guessed, the regeneration stopped, and putrid pus and blood flowed out. The almost endless vitality came to an end.

The blood of the seven-headed flaming snake lizard, which is rich in the magic power of the fire element, is a very valuable spell material. Joan dug out a high-temperature-resistant ceramic bottle from his backpack, went to the broken neck to draw a bottle full of fresh hot plasma, stuffed it Put the cap back in the bag. Looking up and looking around, the lizardmen corps had split into two camps. A small number of lizardmen loyal to Cottal were still fighting stubbornly under the siege of the knights and militias. More lizardman generals led their troops to withdraw from the battlefield. , watching Weiss' battle of revenge against Cottard from afar. It is not difficult for Joan to guess the mentality of these bystanders-they hope that Weiss rather than Cottard will be the ultimate winner of this war. In this way, the cold-blooded aristocrats who do not approve of war with humans have a reason to retreat to the Great Swamp to restore their previous peaceful life, and those lizardmen who are loyal to tradition no longer need to be ashamed of serving a "half-human, half-demon" patriarch .

The initial situation on the battlefield was indeed developing in the direction expected by the bystanders. Although "Son of the Devil" Cottard was strong, he couldn't fight against the joint siege of Wes and the three paladins Vasa, Gray, and Daniel by himself. What's more terrible is that the pair of demonic black wings on the back were tightly entangled by Weiss's second-level natural magic "Earth Binding", temporarily losing the ability to fly, and he couldn't even escape.

Cottard swung the "Cold-Blooded Trident" and tried his best to block the shining swords in the hands of the three knights. His whole body was soaked in the blood seeping from the wounds, and he was distracted from the spells thrown by Wes from time to time. I couldn't last long after the fight, so I had to call out for my cronies to come and help. However, the guards loyal to him had already been dispersed by the knights, and the rangers were too busy to take care of themselves, so how could they come to help him share the pressure.

Cottal's repeated calls for help received only one response, which was the last cry of his mount's seven-headed flaming snake lizard before it died. This mournful cry made Cottard feel cold in his heart, and he had to face the cruel reality of being betrayed by all relatives. If he wanted to save his life, he could only rely on himself.

"Stop!" Cottard yelled suddenly, thrust his trident into the ground with his backhand, raised his hands high in a gesture of surrender, and solemnly made a request to George Vasa: "It's time to end this war! In the name of the patriarch and commander-in-chief, I request to surrender, noble knights, you are obliged to give me the courtesy commensurate with my status, protect my life, and maintain my dignity!"

While Cottard raised his hands in surrender, his eyes were still fixed on Weiss. The three paladins put down their weapons one after another. Knight's creed, military honor, and religious beliefs do not allow them to refuse the enemy's surrender, let alone brutally kill opponents who have put down their weapons.

Weiss doesn't care about that! Thoughts of revenge filled his mind, and he was still ready to cast spells to attack the unarmed father-killer and enemy.

"Calm down, Weiss, we can't kill a person who gives up resistance!" Captain Daniel turned his horse's head and blocked Weiss' spellcasting path with his body, forcing the lizardman prince to suspend his attack.

"But, should we just let this demon go like this? I'm not reconciled!" Weiss roared angrily, with tears in his eyes.

"I can fully understand your feelings and fully support you to seek justice for killing your father. However, my dear friend Weiss, killing a prisoner who has put down his arms is by no means a legitimate way of revenge! Believe me, Cottard will Receive an open and fair trial and receive the punishment he deserves for his crimes, we just need to be patient, justice will eventually be served—"

The saddest reality in this world is that despicableness is the passport of the despicable, while nobility is the epitaph of the noble. Just when the kind Captain Daniel wholeheartedly believed that Cottard really surrendered and tried his best to appease Weiss to calm his anger, the "Son of Devil" betrayed his trust and suddenly disappeared out of thin air with a flick of his cloak. Instead, he appeared in the encirclement A wounded Lizardman lying on the ground, dying.

George Vasa hastily reminded everyone to be careful, but it was already a step too late. Cottard's figure appeared at the original position of the wounded soldier, just behind Weiss. runes.

The bloody runes transformed by the "blasphemy" were like locusts flying all over the sky, instantly drowning the emotional Wes and even Vasa and Green a little further away. The magic power penetrated into the body, Weiss fell into paralysis, stood there like a stone statue and couldn't even blink, Major Green was exhausted by the "blasphemy" and fell weakly from his horse. The situation of George Vassar was not much better. The bloody runes were trampling past his mind like thousands of horses, making him feel dizzy and black before his eyes. However, the war horse under his crotch was instantly killed by the "blasphemy", and it turned into a white light and returned to the heaven amidst the mournful cry, throwing its owner heavily to the ground.

"A group of idiots! Let me die!!"

Cottard looked up to the sky and laughed almost madly, picked up the "Cold-Blooded Trident" and raised it high, and threw it at George Vasa, who threatened him the most among all the enemies. The trident roared through the wind, and the blade shone with a strange bloody light. When this magical weapon pierced into the flesh and blood, it could extract the victim's life energy to feed Cottard back while killing the opponent, helping him heal the wound on his body.

Major Vasa fell to the ground, still suffering from dizziness, unable to dodge this despicable and deadly attack. At this moment, a figure rushed over, using his body to block the "cold-blooded" flying towards him. Trident".

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