Johnny was very nervous. It was the first time for him to play such an important role. Even though he was a leader in the Wind Wolf Squad, this was the first time for him to participate in a battle as a squad leader.

  Cesare briefly explained the battle plan to the knights of the Wind Wolf Squad, and then he looked at everyone carefully, "Do you understand?"

  Everyone nodded. This was a risky move, and the price might be the Knight Commander's life.

  As the successor of Yang Liu, Johnny was under a lot of pressure. Usually, Captain Yang Liu was always by the side of the Knight Commander, but now it was his turn. He tightly grasped the dragon spear in his hand.

  "Don't be too nervous," Cesare said, flapping his wings to keep his position in the air. "They will definitely be skeptical about us leaving the fortress."

  Johnny nodded.

  They could already see the dragon people in the distance. They must have sent a large number of troops, and they were densely packed along the skyline.

  Cesare rode forward on a griffin, followed by the Wind Wolf Squad. As expected, the dragon people became furious when they saw him, and when they looked again to see that there was only one group of people, they sent their troops to attack.

  Cesare wielded his sword and fought bravely, while the Wind Wolves used their mobility advantage to dodge the enemy deftly in the air.

  However, the dragons have the advantage in numbers after all. No matter how strong Cesare is, he will always be outnumbered.

  Bai Peng dived suddenly and cleverly avoided the attack from two flying dragons. Cesare quickly glanced at the situation on the battlefield and knew that it was time to retreat.

  "Retreat! We can't win! Retreat!!" Johnny shouted loudly beside him, and at the same time he blew the retreat horn. The members of the Wind Wolf Squad quickly and effectively changed their formation and retreated to the rear of the fortress.

  The dragons persevered, and each flying dragon, led by its master, chased the griffin in front of it.

  Seeing that the Wind Wolf Squad was broken by the fast flying dragon, the dragons wanted to pursue them. However, the next moment, the Wind Wolf Squad suddenly scattered, and some griffins even climbed at a 90-degree angle to the ground. The dragons had no time to slow down and crashed into the cliffs of the mountain.

  Cesare's white roc swooped down to the ground like a meteor. The red dragon chasing him seemed determined to catch up with him. Even though the white roc's flying method was already very dangerous, it still held on tightly.

  Cesare looked back and suddenly patted Bai Peng. Bai Peng flipped over in the air and turned towards the red dragon. It rushed over suddenly. The red dragon stopped suddenly in the air when it saw it, and its owner fell to the ground.

  Cesare swung his sword and pierced the red dragon's neck. Dragon blood splashed all over his face and dyed the white wings of the white roc red. The white roc cried loudly, and Cesare touched its head, and then the white roc continued to climb into the air.

  By the time the dragon tribe members found themselves in a trap, they could no longer turn around. The crossbow carts and artillery standing on the edge of the cliff surrounded them. Some dragon tribe members in the rear wanted to turn around, but the Ice Wolf Squad led by Sander just cut off their retreat.

  Cesare watched all this in mid-air, silent.

  The valley was in a mess, with cries and wails ringing in the air. Cesare let the white roc fall to the ground, thinking that after this, it would take some time for the dragons to make a comeback, as they were badly hurt.

  However, just as he got off Bai Peng, a cold arrow suddenly shot from the darkness. Even if the knights of the Wind Wolf Team discovered it, the power of the arrow was unstoppable by anyone.

  Cesare felt a sudden pain in his left shoulder. He heard the cries from his companions, and subconsciously threw the greatsword with his right hand towards the direction where the hidden arrow came from.

  The archer dodged the thrown sword deftly and rolled on the ground. Cesare looked closely and saw that the man was Rongor.

  "So you were lying in ambush here." Cesare broke the arrow that shot into his left shoulder and took out a long sword from Bai Peng. "You are lucky to be alive."

  "God doesn't dare to take my life yet." Rongor was waiting for that moment, the moment when he could shoot a fatal blow. Even though the arrow did not hit Cesare's heart, his arrowhead was stained with poison.

  He pulled out the dagger he had taken from Qu Fuer and stabbed Cesare.

  Cesare blocked with his sword, "You're a lost dog."

  Long Gol smiled, "It's fine as long as you are buried with me."

  "I'm a tough guy. I won't die so easily." Cesare stabbed Longor with his sword in his backhand. After all, his shoulder injury had a certain impact on his movements. He was already struggling when fighting with the sword in one hand.

  Longgor attacked his left side, and because his body was entangled too strongly, the people from the Wind Wolf Squad nearby could not move forward for fear of hurting Cesare by mistake.

  The wails of the dragons from the fortress continued to come over. Long Gol frowned, "You liars are so insidious."

  "All is fair in war," Cesare responded, and he slashed with his sword, leaving a terrible scar on Longgor's left arm. Another crossbow shot out, and a dragon's cry resounded through the sky. Longgor was slightly distracted, and the Wind Wolves next to him took the opportunity to step forward and stab Longgor's thigh with a gun.

  Longgor's assassination attempt failed, but the man laughed triumphantly, "Cesare, remember, I will drag you down with me to be buried with me."

  Cesare turned around and looked at him coldly, "Let's talk about it after you can get out alive this time."

  The news of Cesare's victory swept through Elima, but when everyone heard that the Knight Commander was seriously injured in an ambush by the Dragon Clan, the people who had demonstrated outside the Papal Palace remained silent.

  I don't know who started coming to the main square to pray for the Knight Commander, but more and more people came.

  Nefer pushed his glasses up. "What a mess. I finally managed to suppress the poison with medicine, but how come I got hit by an arrow again?"

  The seminary's hospital had never been so busy as it was at this moment. The Wind Wolf Squad was doing their best to escort Cesare back to the Imperial City. The Pope even made a concession and allowed the Griffins to fly in the Imperial City's airspace.

  Cesare was sometimes unconscious and sometimes conscious. He looked at Nephilim with a wry smile and said, "This is too much."

  "Where is that dragon man?" asked Nefert.

  "In prison," Cesare said, closing his eyes tiredly. "If you can save him, do so. If not, don't force it."

  Nefer snorted, "Yes, I won't waste my time on you."

  He picked up his white robe and said to the knight of the Wind Wolves next to him, "Take me to see that person."

  "As soon as Longor was escorted into the city, he was taken away by the people from the Pope's Office," Johnny said. "We don't know where he is being held now."

  Nefer rolled his eyes at the air. "What a mess."

  Bergoli IV was furious, so naturally, Longgor would not have a good time.

  He was beaten with a cane dipped in salt water until his skin and flesh burst, but he did not utter a word.

  Norbert traveled back and forth between the Pope and the prison. He didn't like this job. He was a young priest with mysophobia, and the bloodiness of the prison almost made him scream.

  "He still won't say anything," the jailer replied. "We keep him in a cork to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide."

  Norbert reported the truth to the Pope, but heard the Pope say, "I only want information about the antidote, don't tell me anything else." Norbert hated that dragon man to death. This was really an annoying job.

  Nefert also asked to meet the dragon man. Norbert was undecided and went to ask the Pope. The Pope glanced at him, and the young priest thought that his question was unnecessary, so he dragged Nefert into prison.

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  Even the jailer couldn't get the truth out of him by torture, let alone a priest like Nefertir.

  When Longor heard that Cesare had taken effect from the poison, he laughed wildly and said, "I have taken revenge, I have taken revenge."

  Nefer glanced at him and said, "Dark Whisper City suffered heavy casualties and was severely damaged. Your revenge is really meaningless."

  Longgor struggled forward. The boy in front of him was very hateful, but his words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart. Yes, the elite soldiers of Darkwhisper City were all killed, and the other soldiers were also seriously injured. Only a group of old, young women and children were left. What could be done? Longgor wailed, and the sound was particularly harsh. He wanted Cesare to die like crazy, but even if that man died, Darkwhisper City would no longer be the same as before.

  "If I were you, I would tell you the antidote in exchange for my life." Nefert said expressionlessly, "Maybe if I keep my life, everything can turn around."

  Longgor raised his eyebrows, "Some of my people died or were injured." He looked at the Elima man with interest, "Alive? I live just to kill that man."

  "Tsk..." Nefer was shocked. This guy was really stubborn. Since he gave him a chance but he didn't want it, Nefer had no choice. He was a young priest from the seminary and was good at medicine. Nefer was not in a good mood to be assigned to treat the person he was least willing to save.

  He felt that he had tried his best. Even though it was his duty to treat patients, since they refused to cooperate and there was no suitable treatment, what else could he do?

  Moreover, as he walked on the stairs out of the prison, he secretly thought that the dragon was not the only one who wanted Cesare dead.

  Sure enough, he saw the woman at the entrance of the seminary. She must have been here for a long time.

  "Nefer!" she cried out when she saw him, not caring at all about her noble status.

  "Mother." Nefertari called.

  Milani from the Hazaro family stepped forward and asked, "Cesare is injured, isn't he? Is he seriously injured?"

  Nefert tried to make his expression gentler, but he couldn't soften his expression in response to his mother's question - he was also her son, but his mother had never treated him like that.

  Because of her illegitimate child, Melanie hastily married a minor nobleman. However, the man was short-lived. Before Melanie and his son were born, he fell off his horse while riding, broke his neck and died.

  Milani and her posthumous child returned to the Hasaro family, and Nefer was allowed by the then head of the family to take Hasaro's surname. With his own abilities, he became the best of his generation, and therefore he entered the seminary and decided to dedicate everything to the goddess.

  He is used to living a simple life and does not think that his parents and family are indispensable.

  For example, this beautiful woman who was crying so hard that she was about to faint, Nefert thought, she had been like this since he could remember, occasionally a little hysterical, but most of the time she was timid and lived in the Hasaro family's home.

  Cesaro was an important part of her heart, and perhaps because of this, she did not reserve any love for her husband and second child.

  Nefer didn't care. His father died before he was born anyway. By the time he was old enough to understand, he had already started studying with other young men in the Hasaro family.

  His uncle treated him very well. The head of the Hazaro family of this generation was called Damis, a man of mediocre character and mediocre work. He was the second brother of Mariette and Milani, and their eldest brother died young. Even though the head of the previous generation knew that his second son did not have the talent to lead the family, he could only do so. Duke Hazaro had a good reputation for his good temper and never quarreling with other families. More importantly, they all knew that the Grand Master of the Knights, the young Duke Lorenzo, should call Duke Hazaro his uncle.

  Yes, it was the young Duke Lorenzo again. Nefere patted his mother's hand, "He's fine, he needs to rest now." Milani has been saying that she wants to see Cesare since just now. Please, Nefere, for the sake of me being your mother, let me see him -

  Nefert looked away and saw the disgust in his own eyes through the glass.

  "I'll tell you when he wakes up." Nefert took his hand back from Melanie calmly. "You're too excited right now. Can I have someone take you back to the Duke's Mansion?"

  His voice was still gentle, but it had a more undeniable tone.

  Melanie cried and confirmed with her second son that he was not lying to her.

  "How could I lie to you?" Nefert forced a smile. "He is my brother after all. I will take good care of him."

  It's not just Longgor who wants Cesare dead, Nefert thought seriously when he saw the carriage sending his mother away, but he was a doctor, and out of professionalism he couldn't do that.

  Jia Lu leaned against the corner of a small hall with his arms folded, silently looking at the woman and two men in the gauze tent.

  The one who was swinging her body wildly on one person was Yang Liu, and the two men were the newly-appointed bishops.

  They have become addicted to the lust released by this woman. Her transformation has been too fast. Jia Lu frowned and couldn't even believe that the woman crying in the bathtub in his memory would be the whore now?

  She held the bishop's penis in her red lips, and her vagina was constantly sucking the penis of another bishop. Her seductive eyes attracted the souls of both men.

  "Has Cesare ever played with your ass?" the bishop, who had already exploded once in her mouth, suddenly asked.

  Yang Liu smiled coquettishly, licking the semen flowing out of her lips with the tip of her tongue. Because of that action, her lipstick was slightly smudged, but she looked even more beautiful. She leaned over one of them and squeezed his body with her breasts, her plump breasts almost deformed. The man twitched and he ejaculated inside her.

  Yang Liu glanced at him coquettishly, "Look at you, I'm not satisfied yet." Then she spread her buttocks, "Come on, come in."

  The man who was standing just now leaned over and licked Yang Liu's anus with his tongue. This woman was like a drug that made people unable to stop. She had no shame. Yang Liu continued to pant and made obscene and lascivious invitations.

  The man applied lubricant on his penis, and then finally thrust his gun in. Yang Liu moaned from her red lips, "How can that boy Cesare satisfy me? Don't you think so?"

  "Little bitch, is my cock big? Does it feel good to you?"

  Yang Liu giggled sweetly and smiled back, which made the bishop very happy both physically and mentally.

  The man under him also regained his strength and became hard inside Yang Liu's body.

  When Yang Liu turned around, she caught a glimpse of Jia Lu standing in the corner. Her wanton performance seemed a little hesitant, but when she saw that Jia Lu did not react, she screamed even more wantonly.

  She said she wanted more cocks to fill her up, and that the two of you were not enough. The two bishops laughed and said how could Cesare have such a little whore by his side, and he knew that you had cheated on him so many times.

  One of the men raised his hand and slapped Yang Liu's buttocks. The sound was very crisp. Yang Liu propped herself up with her hands and said, "Hurry up, my lower body is itchy and I'm starting to flow again."

  She had extraordinarily strong physical strength due to long-term martial arts training. The two bishops were no match for her. They stopped fighting after a short while.

  They lay on the bed panting, one of them let Yang Liu sit on his face, he said, "little bitch, let me help you relieve the itch," and then licked her flower hole with his tongue. The other saw Yang Liu automatically climbed up his body, grabbed the already soft penis, and sucked it again.

  "How could I know how good you are?" Yang Liu said hesitantly, "Who would miss him? I hate him so much. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been fired - but if I hadn't been fired, I wouldn't have met you."

  The tongue in her mouth was like a poisonous snake. The bishops waved their hands and said, "I really can't do it today. I can't do it anymore. You are so amazing. Let's come back next time."

  Yang Liu looked regretful. She hugged the man's neck and kissed him with her red lips. "But I still want it—"

  "Speaking of which, Cesare is quite capable. He lured the enemy deep into our territory and killed the elite dragons and most of their troops." The man lying under Yang Liu said slowly, "I heard that he was seriously injured."

  Yang Liu was startled, but she did not hesitate. "Oh, really?" She licked the man's Adam's apple with her tongue. "Is he dead?"

  "You ungrateful fellow, you were fucked by him before, and now you are thrown away and you think you are dead," the bishop said, "you can't do this to us."

  "How could that be possible?" Yang Liu said, "You are different from him. He is a heartless boy. I am so good to him, but he treats me like this."

  "He is not far from death. I heard from the people in the seminary that even Nefer Hasaro is helpless, and the dragon people are unwilling to hand over the antidote. It will only take a day or two for him to die from the poison, right?"

  Yang Liu pouted, "Oh, don't talk about such a disappointing thing. Didn't you come here to have fun? Have you had enough fun?"

  Seeing Yang Liu asking them for more, the two bishops quickly found an excuse and left. Yang Liu looked at their backs indifferently, wiped the lipstick on her lips with her hand, and a blush rubbed on her cheeks. She raised her eyes and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

  Jia Lu clapped his hands, "I only knew that you were good at martial arts before, but I didn't expect that you were such a good actor. I am really impressed. I am really impressed."

  Yang Liu glared at Jia Lu. She knew that he meant no harm, but she was a little anxious after listening to the words of the two bishops.

  Jia Lu held out his hand, "Can you still get up?"

  Yang Liu shook her head and said, "No problem." But when she stood up, she realized that she was still too stubborn.

  Jia Lu sighed, "You played too big, and Cesare didn't know." The woman's anus was bleeding a little, it must be because there was not enough lubricant.

  Yang Liu frowned and put her hands around Jia Lu's neck. The man picked her up and said, "A boy died two days ago after his intestines were ruptured. I don't want you to be the next one."

  "So you'll just stand there and watch me?" Yang Liu asked without reason. "I know my limits. I want to get out of here alive."

  "You are quite naive." Jia Lu carried her back to her room and continued to take out the ointment from the drawer. He saw that Yang Liu had already spread her legs and let his fingers go in and out. "Do you do this because you know I am not interested in you?"

  Yang Liu rolled her eyes at him and said, "I can apply it myself, give it to me."

  Jia Lu did not hand the medicine to Yang Liu, but his fingers entered Yang Liu's body again, "Okay, just lie down obediently." Because of the frequent intercourse between men, the woman's lower body was not as tight as the first time. Jia Lu's fingers could go in and out easily, and he frowned, "You should have less sex with them recently, your lower body is loose."

  "Are you disgusted by this?" Yang Liu closed her eyes and hummed softly.

  However, the next moment, she felt the revenge from Jia Lu. The man mercilessly stuffed two fingers into her vagina. Yang Liu suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Jia Lu's bad intentions. The two fingers were stirring in her vagina wantonly, and then the man's thumb hit her pearl. Yang Liu's body, which had been developed to be extremely sensitive, instantly a stream of liquid flowed out of her vagina.

  Jia Lu pulled his hand out of her vagina, and the mucus between his fingers hung on the line, and then broke. "I'm just telling you how to survive here." The man's face became serious. "Men and women who go out of here will only die. If you want to live longer, don't stand out."

  Yang Liu rarely saw Jia Lu so serious, she didn't say anything, thinking about the meaning of the man's words. However, she was itchy, and Jia Lu's fingers just made her taste the pleasure, and then stopped.

  The man turned her body over. She couldn't help but clamp her legs together, but the man roughly spread her legs apart, making her look like an M. "I'm applying the medicine. Don't move."

  Yang Liu only felt sweat on her back, and the man's fingers entered her anus.

  She couldn't help but moan, and the man slapped her hard on the buttocks, "Stop screaming." However, such rude behavior made her even more excited. She wondered what was wrong with her, why did she want to be treated so roughly by the other party!

  Jia Lu withdrew his fingers again, covered Yang Liu with his hands, and said coldly, "Have a good rest." Then he strode out of Yang Liu's room. When everything returned to calm again, he lowered his head to look between his legs - fortunately, the woman was lying down just now, and she didn't look at him.

  His thing in his pants had been thirsty for a long time.