On the Seven Towers

Garriott was lying on a desk, his head buried in his arms, snoring loudly. He was originally recording the previous battle report, but the fatigue coming from his blood made him unable to resist, and he actually fell asleep without realizing it.

Neither a self-disciplined warrior nor a spiritually powerful mage would lose control so easily, but for bloodline warriors, those who rely on instinctive power will eventually be controlled by instinct.

Every time he overuses the power of his bloodline, he will fall into deep fatigue. This fatigue comes from the subtleties in the body and is difficult to resist. Even if his power has been awakened to a very profound level, it is still unavoidable. The inherent flaw of bloodline warriors.

The god of nature is fair. People with blood can obtain powerful power relatively easily, but they are not as durable and explosive as the fighting spirit warriors, and they are not as good as the magicians in terms of energy control and spiritual cultivation. This gap becomes more obvious the higher you reach the realm, as if a powerful beast will eventually fall into the hands of a skilled hunter. If you are facing someone like Gabriel who is of the same level but has both magic and martial arts, it is like a poker player with only one hole card. When you encounter an opponent with full cards in both hands, it is almost impossible to defeat the opponent.

But at this moment, Garriott was awakened by the rumbling roar in the distance. Although he was very tired and didn't know what was happening, his blood instinct told him that he was in danger.

Garriott stood up, feeling a tingling sensation in his limbs. This was a sign that the injury had not healed and the blood had not recovered. He opened the window and found that the continuous roar came from the west side of the city. There were only a few glimmers of light left in the setting sun, but the entire sky was illuminated by flashes of fire, which were the explosions that occurred after enemy artillery fire fell into the city, and the flames that rose after the inner city buildings were ignited.

"The shield of the city's defense barrier has actually been breached?" Garriott stared at the sky with his super vision, and suddenly found that the original egg-shaped shield was no longer complete, revealing a huge gap. Every minute, every second Countless shells fell.

"Why didn't anyone notify me?" Pushing the door of the room, he found his nephew Thorsi, who was also a blood warrior, sitting on the ground and sleeping soundly against the wall.

Garriott sensed that there was nothing wrong with him, yet he fell asleep like this, and he immediately realized that this was an attack. He slapped Solsi's face hard, but the other party didn't react much. It wasn't until he punched him in the face that Solsi screamed and woke up.

"Uncle?" Solsi covered her face, not understanding what happened at all.

"Do you remember how you fell asleep?" Garriott asked.

"I don't know. After you came back, you said you wanted to compile the battle report, so I drove everyone on this floor away and then guarded the door myself. What, what's going on?"

"Where are the others?"

"According to your arrangement, half of the people are inspecting the defensive positions outside, and the remaining half are mostly resting in the rooms on the first and second floors." Solsi said.

Garriott said: "Someone is going to deal with us. Come with me to see who is still awake. We can't stay in this house anymore."

The two of them walked towards the stairs. The place where the black guards were stationed was a large three-story house with seven or eight rooms on each floor and a yard at the front and back. They walked along the corridor on the third floor and saw several servants sleeping on the ground. When they reached the second floor, they heard the sound of swords slashing from downstairs. Garriott looked down from the gap in the stairs and saw dozens of heavily armed soldiers rushing into each room, killing the black guards inside.

Solsi's breathing became heavy, and scales began to appear on her hands. She was about to rush downstairs, but was caught by Garriott. The scales that had appeared retreated again: "Uncle? You can tell by their actions. , These people are not strong! We cannot let them kill our people."

"Idiot! Didn't they expect my strength? There must be a real strong person waiting there. Follow me out of the window." Garriott took Solsi all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor, and then walked out of the window. Jumped down and came to the garden.

Garriott hunched over and walked towards the wall, while saying to Solsi: "Listen, the city defense shield has been broken, and it is inevitable for the Chinese to rush in. Now we must find a place to hide and wait. The city was in chaos and took the opportunity to rush out. The empire did not know that the strength of the Chinese was so terrible. We must bring this news back. "

Before Solsi could answer, another voice came from the front: "You can't take the news back with you."

Garriott looked up and saw Marco waiting by the wall with two swords in his hands. Beside him, Master Ada had already released a fireball into the sky.

"Why are you!" Garriott said as his body began to transform. He didn't wait for the other party to reply. He pulled Solsi and rushed directly to the side. It was obvious that he was not prepared to let the other party delay any time.

However, before he ran a few steps, two sword auras struck from a distance in front of him, one from the left and one from the right, cutting off his ability to move forward. Garriott gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to resist the sword auras, but they were flexible. The ground avoided his arm and struck him under the ribs. The body's defense, which had not fully stimulated its bloodline, had not yet increased to a sufficient level, and was cut with blood by these two swords.

Garriott was about to charge forward, but a man had already leaped over and slashed with both swords, forcing him back several steps. The person coming was none other than Marco's younger brother Marisa.

"Bloodline warriors are really paper tigers. Once their bloodline power is insufficient, their strength will decline greatly. Master, you may not even be able to beat us two brothers now, right?" Marco chased up from behind, his words full of sarcasm.

Seeing Garriott still looking around, Marco said: "Don't look anymore. The whole yard has been completely blocked by six high-ranking warriors and a master. No matter where you escape, you will be blocked back."

Sure enough, at this time, several figures flew over from the sky, two men and two women holding magic wands. Garriott recognized them at a glance. Two of them were the mages who attacked him on the bell tower. The older one had a kind of power that made him palpitate.

"The kingdom is really full of despicable people. You actually stood with the Chinese again. We shouldn't trust you guys who have no bottom line." Garriott looked at Marco hatefully and said, "Where is Baldini, the coward? He betrayed the empire and betrayed me. Don't you have the courage to come out at this time?"