A blood-colored warrior abruptly halted his charge. He felt as if the strength of his body had suddenly been taken away by something, and then a sharp pain hit him, which made him clench his chest, and the uneasiness and pain made him want to open his mouth for help, but he was surprised to find that he could no longer make a sound. And in the next second, a cloud of black energy broke through his body in an instant. Beautiful black dahlias bloom proudly and fleetingly. A few black seeds that fell from the stamens drifted away with the wind again, and entered the ** around him, whether the ** was dead or alive.

Because this beautiful flower is not just one blooming. As far as the eye can see on the battlefield, you can see the flowers blooming and falling.

"Damn" Mograini embarrassed to turn on the shield of the Light. "I didn't expect to use the Holy Light Shield before I even charged! What a shame! ”

Although the Scarlet Priest had reacted immediately to dispel the magic, this sudden dark spell still brought the Scarlet Army the heaviest losses since the beginning of the war. Looking at the fallen warrior in front of him, Mograini's heart was bleeding.

"My brave warriors, the Light will guide us! These cursed creatures and their spells from the darkness can't stop us! His voice was hoarse with anger and grief, echoing in the ears of every living Scarlet warrior through the effects of magic. It will be a brief period of darkness and pain before the dawn comes, and those who can still raise their weapons, follow me! With that, Mograine poured the power of his light into his shield and rushed forward towards the walls shrouded in golden barriers.

The courage of the leaders undoubtedly boosted morale to a great extent.

The heavy battering ram was pushed up again.

Segard, the commander of the undead, peeked down from behind the female wall, turned around and shouted, "Brothers, hold on!" The Queen of Darkness will bless us! Defend the gates! And on the other side of the city gate"

Simon, who had heard Segard's shout, was now sitting under the walls of the city and resting for a while. His hand gently caressed the hair of Thea, who was still unconscious due to the loss of force, and his fingers slid through her hair, the soft, fine touch strangely calmed his mind.

"It's time for them to know how good the pharmacists of the Royal Pharmacists Society are. Mick, what do you think? A grim smile appeared on his lips.

Mick is putting the finishing touches on the secret weapon with the help of several undead soldiers. Hearing Simon's question, she glanced at Simon and replied respectfully, "Of course, Mentor Simon, please look!" She made a gesture of please, and stepped aside so that her mentor could see better. Mick's smile was equally hostile and gloomy with death.

Simon looked at the machine in front of him.

"This machine is just an ordinary catapult, and we made it in a hurry. Is it really useful to use it as an ace against those bloody maniacs? One of the guards muttered in confusion. But his head was immediately slapped on the head by another companion.

"Did you brain-feed the ghouls? Stupid, the real killer is the ones on the ground! His companion kindly pointed to him, pointing to the neatly stacked rows of things next to the catapults. Use your poor brain. Talk nonsense, beware of offending the pharmacist, I don't want to go to the lab to see you. ”

"I still think we can get through this level, I don't know how long it will last, I really hope that Brill's reinforcements will arrive soon......"

Although they have deliberately lowered their voices. But Simon and Mick could hear their conversation clearly.

Brill ......

Simon took the sample handed over by Mick, fanned it lightly with his hand, and sniffed it indifferently. "Yes, the ratio is accurate, worthy of my apprentice, you really did a good job."

"Mentor Simon ......" Mick took the bottle from Simon's hand and said with a hint of trepidation, "Alex, he ......"

Simon reached out to stop what she was about to say, and spoke in no uncertain terms. "He's safe. Don't you believe me? ”

Mick bit her lip, she naturally believed Simon's words, and of course she wanted to believe that Alex was safe. Still, she was upset. She glanced at the sleeping Thea, and couldn't help but feel a trace of jealousy, in this precarious moment, as long as two people are together, they can live or die together. She didn't want to be separated from him again, death had already separated them once, once was enough! Mick clenched his hands, turned all his uneasiness into motivation, and walked over to the catapult again.

"Lord Simon, the city gate is in an emergency!" Segard's heralds rushed to him.

"Our time will come! So, all who dare to stand in our way will die! Now, it's the time of the forsaken!! ”

Mick cut the rope of the catapult with a blank face. The cannonballs on the catapults immediately flew over the walls and landed in the center of the Scarlet warriors.

"What is this?" A blood-colored warrior flickered a cannonball, looked at it with apprehension, and immediately burst out laughing. "Laughing dead, what are these undead thinking? Beer kegs! Ha ha...... Beer kegs, can beer kegs also be used for combat? ”

But, soon, he found himself unable to laugh.

The green liquid that flowed out of the ruptured beer keg atomized at a breakneck speed.

"It's the plague!" The knowledgeable Scarlet Priest hurriedly cast a spell. However, they soon discovered that the green mist could not be dispelled or purified, and more plague barrels were thrown on the battlefield.

"Lord Mograini!" The deputy rushed to Mograini, who was in the lead, and shouted loudly for fear that he would not hear clearly, "My lord, the damned undead have used the plague, we must retreat!" ”

"Plague!" When Mograini heard the news, he realized that the area behind him was already filled with the green smoke of fear. The remnants of Lodron couldn't be more familiar with this thing. Because of this, they lost their loved ones, kings, lands......

Mograini let out a desperate roar, his eyes blood-red as he stared at the nearby gates. Just a little, just a little, and he's going to succeed. However, this is a plague, and those who are infected will become the undead of the natural disaster. The valiant Scarlet Warrior can endure an honorable death, but he must not bear to become one of the cursed.

Mograini's heart struggled painfully, should he take some risks, just a little while, the battering ram would knock on the city gates, and there must be no threat of plague behind the gates. If he fails this time, he can't imagine what kind of fate awaits him when he returns to the Scarlet Upper Echelons.

No! For Maite Wynne! His beloved wife, he must win!

He can't just go back like that!

In a flash of light, Mograini had already made a decision. Just as he was about to announce this decision to his deputy, the Holy Messenger Amulet on his chest shone brightly!

It's Matt Wynne's message, what's wrong with her? Mograine ripped off the amulet and eagerly placed it in his ear.