Reckless Through The New World

The rising sun reminds people of vigorous life, hope and victory no matter where they are.

Here and now, no exception.

When the sun rose a few days ago, the demon beasts would fall into infighting because of the failure of the ritual. After the infighting, they would eat the corpses of other demon beasts on the battlefield and then disperse. But today's situation is different. Even if the morning sun rises, the monsters have no intention of stopping at all, and they are still attacking continuously, but their attack momentum has weakened a little bit.

For the frontline personnel of the Crusade Army who have gradually lost their support, this little bit of help is actually very limited.

At present, the one in charge of the front line is already the Governor's personal guard. Their strength is not weak, and all of them are heavy equipment. In terms of defense, they are quite reliable.

But the time they can last is limited, and the biggest problem is that they are not good at attacking.

The Governor did not need his personal guards to attack. What these personal guards had to do was to protect the Governor when danger came.

They held heavy shields like an iron wall, blocking the attack of the monsters, allowing the spear team hiding behind them to attack freely.

Unfortunately, the damage that the pike team can do is very limited after all.

About ten minutes later, when the Guards began to exhaust themselves and had to retreat and switch defenses, there were only three beasts killed in total.

Among the three, one was killed by a panda.

The panda's current state is also not very good. He was breathing heavily, sweat kept flowing down, and the golden light on his body was getting weaker and weaker.

For a strong man like him who can make up for his physical strength with spells, the decline in physical strength is not a steady curve, but very slow at first, and then suddenly collapses at a certain moment.

The key to the collapse lies in the depletion of mana—for him, divine power.

When the sacred energy that can be used to replenish physical strength is consumed to the dangerous level, and when it can no longer be used for safety, his physical strength will drop rapidly, just like the curve of the market during the stock market crash, showing a cliff-like decline.

But he didn't want to back down.

He knew that the current situation was very dangerous. There were still more than 20 monsters, and each of them was very powerful. If they backed away, they were free to attack the line of defense.

The line of defense of the Crusaders who had been fighting all night might not be able to withstand it.

During this time, Panda also studied the combat records of the previous crusades. He found that in every crusade, the real losses were the last few beasts.

By the end of the battle, both the subjugating army and the demon beasts were actually exhausted. In contrast, Warcraft's stamina recovers faster, and can be further improved by devouring the corpses of other Warcraft, so it has an advantage in protracted battles.

And when there are only the last few beasts left, the crusades often really have nothing to spare, and the masters can no longer withstand the line of defense, and can only rely on more people to fight them to the death.

At this stage, it is to use human life to pile up those monsters, and rely on human life to pile them to death.

Panda hopes to delay the arrival of this time as much as possible. He does not feel that he can save the situation by himself, but he feels that he should at least work hard until he is really exhausted.

Although his strength has been greatly weakened, he fought with the monster just now for a long time, and it took a few minutes to find an opportunity to swing an effective sword. He slashed the opponent's joints four times before and after he was considered to have cut the opponent down. , and then made two more swords before finally killing it.

Such a magical beast, if he is in good condition, is basically a one-off thing!

He panted violently, trying to adjust his state, and at the same time considering whether to draw a little more from the sacred energy that was left, to restore a little physical strength for himself.

At this time, he couldn't help but regret it.

(I shouldn't have wasted my power like that at night!)

But regret can't solve the problem, fighting can.

Just as he raised his sword and met another beast, the sword collided with the beast's claws, and both sides staggered back when he heard the voice of the bishop of the Church of the Suffering God.

"Come back soon, I have a way to replenish your strength!"

After thinking for a moment, the panda swung the sword violently. The divine energy condensed on the sword again, causing the two-handed sword to flicker. One sword cut off one of the beast's claws. He hurriedly backed away to the rest area.

Here, the purification circle cleans up the chaotic magic power that invades the armor and flesh for the warriors who are fighting at the forefront. The medicinal tea delivered in time can clean up the parts that invaded the body, and by the way, it can also supplement some physical strength.

Although many people feel that the so-called "replenishing physical strength" is purely because it is too bitter and produces a stimulating effect.

Panda returned to the rest area. Without further ado, he took the medicinal tea handed over by a shaman and drank it with his neck up without asking.

Then, his face wrinkled.

It's too hard!

He has drunk traditional Chinese medicine, and it is still the one with the golden supporting role Huanglian in it. He used to think that it was the most bitter thing in the world, but now he finally understands that on the road of bitterness, there is no end.

After eating a bowl of medicinal tea, he felt that his stomach was warm at first, and then a sour and bitter breath rose up, and his entire stomach was paralyzed all at once. As the breath rose along the esophagus, half of the body was also paralyzed, and finally when it was sprayed from the nose and mouth, the whole head was paralyzed.

In this kind of paralysis, I can feel the nose, mouth, throat, esophagus, and stomach, all wriggling, trembling, and trying to shrink. It seems that I want to use this method to avoid the bitter feeling as much as possible.

But to no avail.

The bitter taste was like dye, deeply penetrated into the flesh, and even felt as if it had penetrated into the blood and flowed all over the body.

He felt as if his whole body was becoming bitter, as if he had become an oversized piece of bacon, not smoked with smoke and salt, but with coptis...

When the whole body was stiff due to bitterness, his mind became flexible and clear, and his thoughts were floating.

(If you can send this tea to Earth, you may be able to run for the Guinness World Records - the world's most bitter drink made of pure natural materials, I believe that compared with it, it must even lift shoes. not fit...)

At this moment, a holy light fell from the top of his head, but it did not produce any blessing effect. Instead, it was like a spring flowing into a lake, directly into his body, replenishing the sacred energy he lost.

The panda was startled, and suddenly broke free from the extremely bitter paralysis and turned to look.

The white-haired bishop looked at himself with a haggard face.

There was holy light flickering in his hand, and the light had become very weak, obviously he had consumed too much power in the previous treatment and purification.

"I only have so much divine power left." The old bishop said feebly, "If you want to cast more healing spells, there is no way to cure serious injuries. It's better to transfer them all to you, which can help a little bit."

Having said that, several other priests from the Church of the Suffering God also came one after another, turning their divine power into holy light and transmitting it to the panda.

"come on!"

"It's mine."

"I'm sorry I can only give you so much strength."

"Come back later, maybe I can try to recover a little bit..."

The strength of one person is not much, but the strength of the crowd gathers up a lot. Panda took a deep breath and felt that the divine energy in his body had recovered somewhat, and it had recovered to the point where he could fight.

At the same time, because of the medicinal tea, his physical strength has also recovered a lot.

He smiled, nodded towards everyone, raised the two-handed great sword whose master had been killed not long ago, and rushed to the front line of resisting the attack of the beasts again.

"Don't worry! I will hack all these ugly monsters to death!"