Krantil took a sip of the potion handed by the soldier, his armor rattling with the movements, and he stared at the knight with warlike eyes.

"Besides, the mystery of His Excellency Lin Feng, even if he suspects that he is a demonic beast, it is not surprising, his physique is ...... But it's very special. ”

"Well, why trust such people......"

The knight's eyes widened in surprise.

"Because, I can only trust him."

Krantiel's answer made the knight nod silently.

"How many people have we lost? Are there any statistics? ”

"It's impossible to explain it in one sentence."

Crantil took a sip of water from the jug that the soldier had brought him, his palms resting together, his gaze falling on the center of his hand, and the knight sighed helplessly, so he had to speak:

"At the beginning of the battle, the total number of enemies was about two thousand words, but the seven thousand soldiers in the vanguard were defeated, and although the Warcraft camp was also damaged by a thousand, the losses of the soldiers who were defeated were even heavier, including several knights...... However, at the insistence of the knight and Lord Krotta, the warcraft with expanded military strength, after facing our offensive and defensive battles, the other side was damaged by nine hundred, and we also lost nearly half of our troops. ”

"The number of Warcraft we killed today alone is about to catch up with the country's year, such a huge number of Warcraft legions...... It can't be hidden within the empire. ”

Indeed, although the empire is the largest country among human beings, and the forest area is relatively extensive, the empire's jurisdiction over the wild is also very strict, and it will sweep the monsters in the forest from time to time to ensure the safety of passers-by.

However, in this war, this number of demonic beasts is only possible if there are demonic beasts lurking everywhere in the forest.

"Now the combat power ratio of the two sides is ......"

"The number of Warcraft is about twice that of our army, but the speed of Warcraft reinforcements has slowed down significantly."

It's not all.

Crantiel thought to herself.

Warcraft are still emerging, no matter how you look at it, our damage is not enough to make the battle situation form this situation, it must be greater than this number, needless to say, the injured are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are soldiers who have entered the extremely cruel battlefield with an immature mental state.

Some of the boys and girls were also severely traumatized, and there were also many adventurers' partners who were killed and their combat strength was reduced to less than half.

Adventurers who have lost their companions cannot expect a tacit understanding with each other even if they immediately form a temporary partnership with other adventurers who are lonely, and it is fortunate that they can actually exert 80% of their combat power.

In other words, it is more appropriate to estimate that our side only has a quarter of the opponent's combat strength.

But Crantiel saw through it, and he knew that such remarks would cause an unstable situation in the army.

"That's a desperate number."

"I don't have anything to say about that."

The picture was transferred to the front line, because of the appearance of the flame barrier, even the captain of the Blue Rose, Krotta, did not dare to touch it easily without effective means of protection.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and after losing the moonlight, while waiting for the magic bullet to detonate, he couldn't see the situation around him at all, only the shouts of soldiers and the bite of demonic beasts.

I must be crazy.

In order to help Klaas break through the defensive line, he sprinted into the horde of monsters, and the adventurers who followed him were almost completely wiped out, and this bloody hellish cavern emitted a cheering sound.

Behind her, the whisper of the beast and the sound of approaching footsteps were heard, and Krota barely lifted the soles of her shoes that seemed to have taken root, determined to break through with all her might.

Just because you're not familiar with the darkness doesn't mean that Warcraft isn't used to it.

Crota suddenly felt an unpleasant floating sensation and the wind hitting her face, and she was leaping into the darkness at a violent speed.

He waved his hands and tried to split the surrounding monsters with the ring blade, but the result was not smooth, most of them were dodged by the monsters, and the ring blade without a handle made it difficult for him to operate.

The force of the sudden and strong impact on his whole body made him almost unconscious, but like a basin of cold water, his consciousness was forcibly awakened again.

If it weren't for the armor and magic, that blow would have killed him.

Opening his eyes, he found that the scarlet eyeholes appeared in his reluctance, and the fear sent chills to his back, Crota threw the ring blade out without saying a word, and the blood splashed from the split body made Crota red, but at this time he couldn't see it, he could only smell the disgusting smell of blood.

There were bruises and bruises all over his body, but since he was still moving, it meant that at least he didn't have a broken bone. Although he was worried about causing infection in the wound, he could only show a depressed expression when he thought of the all-powerful healing technique and potion.

A magic bullet not far away was detonated, and the light of the fire allowed Crota to confirm where she was, as well as the number and strength of the demonic beasts around her.

- Just like locking in this moment, there is a huge pain in the abdomen.

"Ah...... Ahem......"

A giant wolf size nibbled on his flank, and a large amount of blood splattered out.

He was more surprised than the pain.

Crota flew and gnawed at her beast, clutching her flanks and retreating until her back was against the trunk of an unknown tree.

"It's really, annoying."

In the intermittent interval of breathing, he finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.

As if signaled by the sound of Krotta, a silent horde of monsters appeared one after another from behind the shadows of the trees, and they did not seem to be afraid of the ring blade in Krotta's hand at all.

It was only a low-level demonic beast that had just bitten him.

What the hell is going on? Doubts swirled in Crota's mind, even in the dark, he would not let the Demon Beast get close at will, let alone a low-level Demon Beast.

Thinking of this, Crota shook her head. Don't guess, such a big mistake will happen, and it's not because I'm tired from the high-load battle.

At this moment, all the demonic beasts made preparations to pounce, in order to prepare for the sneak attack just now, Crota did not rush to attack, he was sure, and used the ring blade to split them in two at the moment when the demonic beasts pounced.

But the monster is very smart, and it spreads out at one hundred and eighty degrees to surround Crota, and even so, Crota is very confident, he only needs to wait until the moment when the monster attacks.

However, the pain in her flank made Crota's lower limbs unable to support her weight, and Crota could only sit down with her back against the trunk, which vaguely left a few oblique blood marks.

Re-examining the flank injury, the hand and gauze used to press the wound became red, and such a serious injury required a potion to heal in a short time.

However, there was no chance at all.