The back gate of Greystone Town.

There was silence.

The monsters stopped, and tens of thousands of rats kept crawling on each other, but their eyes were all locked on the humans in front of them.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

Saliva kept sliding from the corners of the goblin's mouth and falling onto the bluestone floor, turning into puddles of viscous liquid.

Baron Angelo lowered his body, his feet on the ground, his muscles trembling, ready to exert his strength.

The Great Axe appeared in the hands of Mia and Old Oak almost simultaneously.

The great axe in Mia's hand was even larger and shone with a dazzling silver light, which was slightly inferior to that in Old Orke's hand.

There was a foul smell in the air.

As monsters, their desires are strong enough to produce scents.

The two sides are at a stalemate.

Obviously, the goblin didn't have the slightest sanity, but he was able to resist the temptation of human flesh and blood, and he didn't pounce directly.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound at the back wall.

"Roar!"

Before everyone could react, the monsters roared and pounced.

"Kill!"

Baron Angelo roared, his spear locked on a goblin that was lunging towards him.

He didn't have the slightest magic power, but his steel spear was lightning fast, and it plunged straight into the goblin's head, bringing out several mouse corpses.

The goblin's mouth was wide open, and a disgusting stench emanated from his bottomless throat, but Baron Angelo didn't even frown.

He gripped the barrel of the gun with both hands, and the muscles in his arms trembled wildly, and he began to turn the barrel of the gun.

After a few turns, the goblin, which was still struggling, suddenly fell to the ground, motionless.

Before Baron Angelo could breathe a sigh of relief, the second goblin had already leaped high, its sharp claws still carrying bright red blood, and it was coming towards him.

The steel spear was still stuck in the head of the goblin from before, and in desperation, Baron Angelo had no choice but to abandon the handle of the gun and take two steps back, which was able to dodge the blow that would have been certain to death for ordinary people.

Before the goblin hit the ground, Duru and Gary had already pounced.

Their sharp teeth sank deep into the goblin's body, and with a bite, a pull, the corpses of a dozen rats fell out, black blood splattering onto their dark red fur.

The big war is about to break out.

Hundreds of goblins, thirty or forty, rushed in the direction of Mia and Old Orc.

With all her might, Mia was able to cut three or four goblins in unison, and in this kind of melee, she could hear the screams of hundreds of rats in pain with every axe she flicked.

In addition, her steps seem ordinary, but in fact, they are extremely mysterious, in the face of the siege of a dozen goblins, she was able to dodge most of the attacks, and the remaining small part was only scratched off.

Old Oak, who was already in his sixtieth year, was also extremely strong, although not as good as Mia, but he was not like an old man in his twilight years at the moment, but like a warrior in the prime of life.

Holding the handle of the giant axe, every attack he slashed at the goblin was like chopping a melon and chopping vegetables, cutting off most of the limbs, making it directly ineffective.

But when he slashed the blade of his axe into the gaping mouth of one of the goblins, both goblins lunged at him in unison.

With all his might, Old Oak split the goblin in half in front of him and rolled forward.

But he was still a step too late.

Even if he dodged the attack of the first goblin, the claws of the second goblin were fiercely embedded in his legs, bringing out several bloody scars.

Old Oak's face turned pale in an instant, and he clenched his teeth, trying to get away from the two goblins as quickly as possible.

But his leg was badly wounded, and there were no healing offerings, and before he could stand up, several goblins had already surrounded him.

"Die here...... Doesn't seem to be bad either......"

Seeing the sharp claws that were coming towards him, still stained with scarlet blood, Old Oak couldn't help but close his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Roar!"

Before he could react, the wails of countless rats suddenly came from in front of him.

The flared claws flew high, black blood and the corpses of rats on it splattered in the air.

Opening his eyes, Old Oak looked at the young figure standing in front of him and smiled.

In the sunlight, the seemingly thin black figure held a silver giant axe in his hand that did not match his stature.

The leather armor was full of fresh blood, as was the face and hair.

The whole person looks like a devil who has come out of hell.

I saw that the giant axe in the man's hand turned into a whirlwind, instantly slashing several surrounding goblins into the air.

Severed arms and stumps flew in the air, black blood raining down on the ground.

Wiping a handful of blood from his eyes, Old Oak struggled to his feet.

"Looks like I'm not dying this soon......"

A green object flew towards him.

Old Oak reached out and caught it, it was a healing seed.

Looking up, he saw Alan smiling at him, and then kicked out with both feet, killing the monsters in the tide.

Old Oak took the seed in the palm of his hand and crushed it violently.

The pure vitality flowed down the palm of his hand, spreading throughout his entire body, and the wound that was still bleeding out before, only a white mark was left in the blink of an eye.

Taking out a fragment of the axe again, Old Oak took the great axe in his hand and rushed forward again.

The fierce battle continued.

Even if the three of them shared nearly half of the goblins, the remaining goblins would be a nightmare for humans.

Most of the surviving guards had been wounded in the previous battle at the gates, and had little combat ability at all.

As for the ordinary people, in front of the brutal monsters, it is good that they are not scared to the point of urine.

They had never fought against monsters in their lives, but just by seeing the dense body of the mouse, their legs were already weak.

Because of this, the other side of the battlefield is completely one-sided slaughter.

A shot was plunged into the head of a goblin, and Baron Angelo's eyes were already red.

"Ahhh

He roared, and with all his strength, stabbed the head of the gun into the head.

The goblin's scarlet eyes were wide open, almost bursting out.

The paw trembled, and it fell to the ground, motionless.

Baron Angelo couldn't help but let go of the barrel of his gun, bent over, and kept panting.

Such a high-load battle had already exhausted all his physical strength.

Not far from him, there were almost no traces of humanity.

There were human stumps and severed arms everywhere, and visceral tissue and scarlet blood splattered everywhere.

Duru and Gary are pounced on a goblin, their eyes splitting and tearing at the goblin's swarm of rats.

The goblin wailed, but was pinned to the ground, and had to die in agony.

Before Baron Angelo could catch his breath, three goblins surrounded him.

The guards who had previously guarded him were all killed.