The sound of skeletons hitting

The roar of the walking zombies,

The roar of the warrior,

The moans and sorrows of the wounded...

The battlefield was different from the quiet basement, Green felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and wanted to jump.

Save people!

How to save people!

Green pulled his thoughts back, threw himself to the priest, and pulled his hand:

"The moment I draw my sword, I will give him healing skills!"

Rutherford nodded in a silence.

Green took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled out the bone sword with the power of his shoulders.

At that moment, Green only had a voice in his mind: I'm so stupid, I should wear a tourniquet for him first!

Priest Rutherford Cook made remedies for her mistakes and casted a healing technique as soon as possible. The healing technique is more friendly than expelling the disease, and will give priority to fatal injuries, followed by wounds with larger wounds - if you don't have the skill control.

As the skill knowledge faded into the priest's mind, Rutherford knew: this magic technique had succeeded.

The blood gushed out of the thighs first stopped the muscles, fat, fascia, dermis, and epidermis, healing layer by layer.

The warrior looked at the wound on his leg, overcame the phantom pain, stood up, said thank you, and joined the battle formation again.

Green knelt on the ground, and before he could get up, he saw a warrior lying straight in front of her.

An arrow was inserted into the warrior's chest, almost coming out of his back. He said vague words and spit out layers of blood foam.

"Save me...help..."

Green heard the two words clearly, then looked at the warrior's eyes and lost their luster, and the black blood vessels on his face burst out.

The arrow not only pierced his lungs, but also brought him curses and toxins.

Green covered her face, crying without tears. She wanted to let go of her voice and shout, but she seemed to be strangled and could not make any sound.

"Doctor, please help me sew it, I'm going to go back to fight." A soldier retreated and was replaced by his partner.

His arm was cut open by a scimitar, revealing the muscle layer inside. Such injuries are not fatal enough, but they will make the arm weak.

Green didn't have time to let the priest perform anesthesia, so he started to suture it with a needle holder. The warrior could not feel the pain while the adrenaline was being secreted at accelerating. She suddenly felt that everything the saint said was so important, as if she had encountered this situation countless times.

"It hurts." The soldier stood up and shook his hand: "Thank you."

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up a spear and joined the battle again, roaring and piercing the abdomen of a walking zombie.

Explorers with rich combat experience began to take advantage of the round formation to handle minor injuries in turn. It seemed that the battle situation had been maintained, but everyone knew that this was the final dignity. Because they had lost the determination to break through, they just hoped to kill a few more demons before they died.

The fallen Rogmorena has not taken action yet, but just watched coldly.

Once the fallen Roger, who can beat Kasha, takes action, no one here can withstand her random attack.

"The game is over." Fallen Rogmorena whispered.

It sounded like a sigh in everyone's ears.

The skeleton and the zombie separated from each other, revealing the figure of Fallen Rogge.

It pulled out a black afterimage and rushed towards the circular array that it struggled to maintain.

when!

The deafening collision sound hit everyone's eardrum.

Knight Luke Stichi blocked the impact of the fallen Roger with his shoulders.

His shoulder armor was completely concave, and his hind legs were trembling.

Under the mask, Luke's entire face was twisted and soaked in cold sweat.

"Hey!"

Antiop slashed out the saber and took the demon's neck obliquely.

At the same time, Peggy's battle axe quietly slashed horizontally towards the exposed abdomen of Fallen Roger. She lifted the weight lightly, and the battle axe was like a dagger and as well-behaved as a venomous snake's cron.

Before the others could react, the fallen Roger turned back and pulled the afterimage back to ten meters away. Its movement was so fast that it made people think that this was a spell of some instantaneous movement.

"It's very interesting. Can you block me again?" Fallen Roger chuckled softly.

Everyone could see that the knight in the armored body was hanging down his right arm and trembled all over.

The blood crow smiled: "I will please the great Majesty with your fear and despair."

The skeleton and the zombie rushed up immediately, even more violent than before.

The soldiers were beaten back step by step, and four shield battles fell in between a few breaths.

Luke Sedes gave up half of his sword, picked up a round shield with his left hand, and slammed the zombie that rushed up. The plate armor he was wearing was easily scratched by the zombie, but he was still not afraid.

“As long as we believe in the light, as long as we persist in fighting, even if we die in battle—

This fire will not be destroyed, and the darkness will surely be burned through!"

Luke recited loudly.

The Saint's speech during the Battle of Blackstone Castle has long been spread between the tavern and the bonfires of the caravan, which is familiar.

Every time Luke listens to someone recite loudly, his blood will be boiling. At this moment, every time he recites a word, he will use his remaining arms to slam the power of his body, break the head of the walking zombie and break the skeleton's skeleton.

"As long as we believe in the light!"

More soldiers followed and began to recite, waving their swords like a forest.

Three or four more soldiers fell to the ground.

The team of twenty-five people was reduced by more than half, but no one collapsed.

The circular array moved again—

"As long as we keep fighting!"

The soldiers shouted.

"Even if we die in battle!"

The girls' voices continued.

Green threw down the surgical box, picked up Santis' stick, and was ready to make a seat with determination.

"This fire will not be destroyed, and the darkness will surely be burned through!"

The Knight shouted the last sentence with his friends, feeling full of strength.

He saw the fallen Roger shoot arrows.

I saw arrows flying towards me.

He did not dodge, waved his arm and shield straight, hitting the arrow with the shield edge.

The arrow was beaten by the shield, but its strength did not diminish and pierced Luke's breastplate.

This is the thickest position of the plate armor, but it is easily pierced by the fallen Roger's arrow and pierced directly into the chest muscles.

Luke was overturned to the ground by a huge force, his eyes shaking, and he saw the dark sky.

His mind flashed rapidly with conversations with the Saint this morning, with a little awkwardness with Paige earlier, and with dinner with Antiop last night... His thoughts were flying faster and faster, and past experiences stayed in front of him sooner.

Finally, the illusion in front of me was on the face of a middle-aged man with a mustache, which was Luke's father.

My father's face shattered.

A piece of darkness appeared, and in an instant, a spot of light lit up in the darkness.

One or two,

Three or four,

Connect the dots into lines,

Connect the lines into pieces.

Luke bounced up suddenly and almost broke through the circular formation that his partner had just organized.

"sacrifice!"

Luke yelled out powerful language, but no one could understand it.
Chapter completed!