As night fell, the fighting began to cease.

Those terrible witch beasts that were not afraid of death and never tired retreated under the command of the wizard, hiding in the mountains and forests in the distance, and it was difficult to understand their intentions for a while.

Standing on the high hill and looking down, the dark jungle was full of dark green or scarlet witchcraft eyes.

The white-haired Knight Charles stood in the corner of the high post with a rune sword in his hand, looking at the surrounding jungle from afar, his heart was like a thousand pounds of boulder, and even breathing seemed so difficult.

Seriously speaking, almost all of the demon hunters up and down Gao Gang responded to his call before they went into battle. Now everyone is trapped on this isolated island-like high post, unable to move, and can only passively wait for the follow-up attack of the wizards.

Those wizards are hiding in the dark, what are they planning, can their own group of people successfully resist the enemy's attack, and wait until the moment when the opponent is exhausted?......

The chaotic thoughts kept wandering around in his heart, making him think stupidly for a while.

Footsteps rang out behind him.

Even without looking back, Charles could tell from the familiar footsteps who it was.

Sure enough, the calm and loud voice of the Knight of Musel sounded immediately: "The enemy has temporarily retreated! The wounded knight has just settled down." ”

Charles's resolute face also darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "What is the damage on our side, and how many knights are there who can fight on horseback?"

"......" was silent for a moment, and Musel's voice began to become low: "There are probably 386 people who can still fight across horses, and the rest are ......."

In the first chaos of the forest, the Demon Hunter Knight was attacked by an elusive wizard, and the number of people lost almost hundreds. In the course of the arduous trek, twenty or thirty more knights fell in the middle of the journey. After the long bloody battle in the jungle just now, there are only 386 remaining knights' main force, so doesn't that mean that the knights have lost more than 300 people in the battle just now.

Although most of the attrition is due to the infection of the biotoxins on the minions of the witch beast and thus lose their combat effectiveness, but in the midst of the siege of the enemy, what is the difference between losing the combat power and dying on the battlefield?

After all, the Demon Hunter Knights have always been known for their swift attacks and the ability to move quickly on the battlefield. Now with more than 300 wounded on their backs, how can they break through the enemy's encirclement?

The rest of the Radiant Knights also gathered around, their eyes firmly and persistently waiting for the order of the leader Charles.

The muscles in Charles's face began to tremble slightly.

How easy it is to give an order, but behind each order, there are piles of bloody bones of demon hunters as tall as a hill.

As the leader of the knights, he knew exactly what kind of orders would be able to save the lives of the remaining demon hunters. But...... But when the words came to his mouth, his gray beard trembled vigorously, but he still couldn't say the words.

Abandon your comrades!

Once upon a time, the knightly mottos of the demon hunters who have always been steadfast and unwavering have become numbers that can be added and subtracted on paper?

Seeing the leader's difficult and painful choice, the more pragmatic Muser said calmly: "It is impossible for all the people to break through! We can't do it by abandoning the wounded here." So, Charles, you lead the men to break out! I and a few of them will stay and hold on, and you will take some of the men back to the camp...... Ask for help, Wonsoor, they won't die without help!"

When it came to the word "call for help", Musser's words also became difficult.

As a proud and glorious knight, making Charles bow to that stubborn and old-fashioned Winsor is undoubtedly another more difficult battle. But the current situation forced him to speak out.

The muscles on Charles's face throbbed even harder.

Finally, the leader of the knights of the radical faction made up his mind and said resolutely: "No, Mussel, it should not be me who will go back. I should bear the greatest responsibility for today's rash attack, so I must stay and stabilize the morale of the army. You, Collier, Annes, José, four men led two hundred men back to ask for help. You can tell Winsor that if he's willing to help, I'll ...... I'm willing to hand over all commands......"

There was a sudden deathly silence at the scene.

A look of pain and struggle appeared on the face of each of the radical knights.

Charles's order means that from now on, their radicals will always be inferior to those conservative knights. This is a more painful thing than death for the arrogant knights!

However, just as everyone's mood was shaking and stumbling, a terrified scream suddenly came from the corner of Gao Gang, and in an instant, like a storm swept in, the whole camp was filled with painful screams.

"What are you messing with?" Mussel drew his brilliant rune sword and shouted violently, "Keep your composure, the enemy hasn't ...... yet"

Before he finished speaking, his face changed suddenly.

At some point, a foul smell of decay had reached the camp with the night mist that had risen through the woods. Like a shepherd boy blowing a bewildering piccolo, the stench of the wounded who lay dying on the high post suddenly took a frightening change as the stench spread through the camp.

The knights could see clearly that in the nearest clearing, a wounded man with a weak breath suddenly began to twitch violently. His pale face suddenly turned red, his teeth creaked, and milky foam gushed out of his mouth and nose.

His eyes were wide open, and even the corners of his eyes were pierced by the force he exerted. Purple-black blood poured out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and his body began to bend and twist, twisting into various incredible forms.

After spitting out the blood, he began to scratch his body desperately again, with such force that the skin and skin of his face and body were drenched with blood from his own digging, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

A demon hunter who took care of him tried to stop him, but he couldn't suppress his self-harm with all his might, and instead he bit him the arm.

All the Radiant Knights had extremely strong physiques, but they all vaguely felt a trace of discomfort at the moment. They scanned around in horror and finally discovered the culprit who had caused the riots in the camp to begin.

Fog!

No, to be specific, it should be some kind of mysterious substance that melts into the fog!

The wounded knights in the camp were undoubtedly the weakest in their physique and spirit, so visible to the naked eye, some mysterious black particles in the fog poured into their wounds like swimming fish. As far as the eye could see, thick black smoke lingered on the sides of each of the injured on the high post.

In the black smoke, the knight's wounded struggled in pain, tearing the armor and lining on his body, and even scratching his own flesh and blood, as if he was about to tear off his skin.

With the large amount of black smoke incorporated, the appearance of these wounded people also suddenly changed dramatically.

The skin on the surface of the body began to melt, and the bright red muscles and tendons leaked directly into the air, making everyone red. Gradually, though, the blood began to fade, and a sticky, disgusting liquid began to fill the surface of their bodies, making them wet again.

The thick muscles and tendons were brought together, and the lack of stretching and stretching made their bodies begin to become thin and rickety, but the bone and muscle strength were significantly stronger than before. They roared in rage, at first like people wailing bitterly, and then they became somewhat beast-like, except for the strange "ho-ho" screams.

The sharp fangs, sharp claws, and spines on their backs began to grow rapidly, and when "their" claws unconsciously slashed across a rock, they made a crisp sound and burst into dazzling sparks.

In front of all the glorious knights, on top of this high post, a knight wounded knight who was dying just now quickly completed the undead, and was forcibly transformed into an undead creature that had never appeared in the knight's plane by a powerful evil force - a ghoul!

After completing the undead transformation, the ghoul turned over and prostrated on the ground, and the eyelidless eye bubbles suddenly flipped over, revealing milky white cloudy eyeballs, and Bai Shengsheng couldn't see the pupils at all.

Although they lack pupils, this does not prevent ghouls from seeing. Its special sense of life made it especially sensitive to the breath of life! It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and let out a low, threatening roar at the Radiant Knights.

Leaning slightly, its strong hind legs stomped on the ground, and the ghoul slammed into the nearest demon hunter like an arrow.

The demon hunter knight was obviously stunned by the scene in front of him, and retreated in horror, but he never remembered to draw his sword to resist. This...... This is the partner he once knew!

As a Radiant Knight, Mussell has undoubtedly experienced far more terrible and strange things in his life than the young Demon Hunter Knight. He quickly broke free from his shock and panic, and rushed forward with an arrow, slashing his sword across the plane and slamming it at the leaping ghoul.

"Get down for me!"

With his heavy drink, the ghoul flew sideways, smashing a small tree the size of a human waist ten meters away. And the ghoul's body also clicked with the crunch sound of bones cracking.

However, the blow apparently did not discourage the ghoul.

The ghoul rolled around on the ground a few times, and when he got up again, most of the bones on the front of his body were shattered. But it struggled to its feet without care, dragging its twisted and crooked body to lunge towards Musel again.

"Die!"

Mussell finally recognized the reality, and without leaving his hand, the light of the big sword in his hand flickered, like a sharp knife cutting across the paper, silently slashing the ghoul in two. However, the slight obstruction he felt in his hand when the sword slashed through the ghoul's spine also made his face change slightly.

He's a Rank 2 Radiant Knight!

If even he felt a slight hindrance when he slashed this monster, what would happen to the rest of the Demon Hunter Knights when they encountered the monster?

He couldn't think about it too much, and the entire camp fell into a bloody storm in an instant!