After Lofield wrapped almost the entire upper body of Popeng into rice dumplings, the thrilling battle that made everyone in the team finally ended.

The soldiers' final pursuit seemed ferocious but did not achieve much results, leaving behind eight robbers' corpses, and the remaining dozens of robbers were already invisible.

At this point, the Black Blind Thieves Group can be said to have been completely destroyed. Without the strong, these escaped Black Blind members could only choose to go to another place, or continue to cause harm to one side, or become ordinary people, and adventurers would at least not cause trouble for the team at this time.

With a light breath without a trace, Li Yan sat cross-legged on the mountain wall behind him. In this fierce battle, in order to master the rhythm of the battle, he was almost always calculating the situation on the battlefield. At the same time, he had to cast the right magic at the right time, which was really good to consume the mental and mental power.

At this moment, while feeling mentally exhausted, the framework of the "greasy technique" deep in consciousness also weakened slightly, which was caused by his casting of the "greasy technique".

The magic framework of the mage memorizes the magic framework in his deep consciousness is somewhat like the students on earth. As time goes by, the magic framework in memory will decline, until it is completely forgotten and needs to be remembered again. Casting magic will accelerate the decline of the corresponding magic framework, which is also an important reason why mages always carry their magic books.

A slight footsteps sounded, and carefully hugged the guitar and robe in his arms. Robin sat down beside Li Yan, "Mr. Allen, you are so awesome." In the exaggerated tone, Li Yan could imagine the boy's expression at this time without looking at it. "He could actually create that large piece of flame and fireball out of thin air! When I saw you at first, I thought you were just an ordinary bard."

With a gentle smile, Li Yan looked at the robe on Robin's hand and said, "Dressed up as a bard just to avoid trouble, but he didn't expect that he still didn't hide, but instead made people feel hypocritical."

"How could it be!" the young man retorted with an excited look, "It is normal to dress up as an ordinary person to avoid trouble. Even if there are people who don't understand you, he is too selfish."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold breath suddenly came and Robin involuntarily blew a cold spell. The cold spell came and went faster. Like an hallucination, Robin's cold spell disappeared without a trace before it had finished shaking.

"Strange!" After looking around, the fruitless boy whispered to himself.

After looking at the thief in black who seemed to have passed by inadvertently, Li Yan smiled in his heart: "It feels good to satisfy the bad taste occasionally."

At this time, the soldiers' enthusiasm for pursuing the robbers faded away, and they were rescuing their teammates and settling their dead comrades in the body. An atmosphere of sadness spread, and deep breathing sounds came from time to time.

Looking at this scene, Li Yan also sighed and lost the speech. After saying hello to Li Yan, the young Robin put down the items in his hand and joined the ranks of soldiers and adventurers who were operating.

Although the scale of this battle was small, the situation of the crowded in the alley was really tragic, especially the bodies of dozens of soldiers and robbers who fell on the battle front line, and were completely unable to recognize their appearance under the trampling.

After everyone was tidying up on the battlefield, the entire bloody alley was pitch black and there was no starlight.

Amid the chaotic sound, a sonorous footstep walked towards him, and Li Yan, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

"Mr. Allen, I want to ask you for your help and send our brothers off." Under the illumination of the torch held in his right hand, Lofield's hair and beard were messy, and his blood-stained face showed great solemnity and earnestness.

Nodding silently, Li Yan stood up and followed the Knight to a place surrounded and illuminated by torches. On the flat ground of soil and stone, twenty human bodies were lying quietly, and their clothes were obviously sorted out. This was the body of the dead in the team.

He lowered his head and bowed, Li Yan raised his head and asked the cavalry commander beside him, "What do you need me to do?"

As if he wanted to remember every body and face here, the Knight's head lowered slightly did not move at all, and he said softly: "Please cremate them with magic flames."

Li Yan sighed lightly: "I can only ignite them with "greasy" oil stains on them first."

After five seconds, the silent Knight nodded.

The flames lit up from the blazing flames illuminated all the prayer faces around them and also shone the sorrow on their faces. From time to time, flames were instantly extinguished from the constraints of the fire, and the slightest smoke slowly emerged with the wishes of the living people.

"Set out!" The Knight's chief shouted strongly and decisively.

As the cavalry took the lead, the carriage slowly started. Under the illumination of torches, there was a luxury carriage missing. The 42-person team was reduced again, leaving only 22 people, which seemed desolate. When the team walked out of the bloody alley, the woods that appeared in front of everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The breeze blew, and the branches and leaves of trees swayed slightly and occasionally made a "whistle". On a slightly wide open space, several bonfires were lit. Except for the occasional whispers of adventurers, the soldiers and knights were silent.

In this battle, the private soldiers in the team suffered heavy losses. Except for three of the twenty killed, they were adventurers, all of the remaining seventeen were private soldiers, and even three were elite knights! This loss made the middle-aged man in the carriage heartbroken, and also made the private soldiers, including Lofield, fall into sorrow and cannot let go.

Tonight, in the camp shrouded in silence, there was only the sound of sad guitars accompanying everyone to fall asleep, soothing the scars in their hearts.

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Late at night, the flames in the bloody alley had already been extinguished, and the corpses of the robbers placed randomly were ferocious and twisted, making this already dark alley look like a ghost! Even the brave man, even the bravest man, would probably run away in fear when he encountered this scene at this moment.

However, under the darkness, a thin figure flashed here like a ghost! It seemed that the thick darkness had no effect on him. After wandering around the battlefield, he squatted down on a body that was already charred and could not see clearly, and stretched out his right hand.

The right hand was wearing leather gloves and fumbled carefully on the charred corpse. After ten seconds, it was recycled and spread out. A medal in the palm of his palm was already mottled and charred.

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Chapter completed!