Andrew? Frank quickly ran to the cage behind them. I don't know how long those two boys will last, so he has to fight quickly.

The sheriff raised his shield and slammed it, and the plank he was aiming at broke in the middle. Seeing this, he immediately made up for the plank next to him, then dropped his shield and grabbed the upper and lower sides, breaking them in different directions. Now he had enough space to get through.

Andrew stooped over the fence. It was too dark to see clearly, but when he got closer, he could count the number of prisoners—four. To his delight, the Bland they were looking for was among them, a stubborn and reckless lad who, like the others, was as unconscious as the others, but who was not hurt by his appearance alone. If Brand was also infected with that deadly plague, Andrew really didn't know how to explain it to the Parkers.

But others were not as lucky as he was. Andrew examined and found that two of them had been injured. He took a cursory look at the other's wound before sighing.

— the same wound as Bane.

Andrew gritted his teeth, but still raised his sword. He knew that the gloomy and cold black-haired young man would never let the two infected live, and in fact he didn't want to be on guard against the danger behind him when facing the enemy. The only good thing was that he didn't know the two unlucky guys, so the vigilante was able to force himself to end the matter as soon as possible.

He turned to Brand as soon as he could, trying to wake him up. After shouting a few times to no avail, the vigilante captain, who was forced to be furious by the sound of fighting behind him, simply gave him two slaps - this time it worked.

"For your brother's sake!" Andrew gritted his teeth and yelled at the confused Brand, "Don't waste time! Get up, we have to get out! ”

Brand's eyes lit up, and although he was still a little confused, he had already moved quickly. Try to move your hands and feet on your own. When he glanced around, he saw the two unfortunate people next to him, but he wisely did not pursue it, but asked hurriedly, "What's next, captain?" ”

"Get the damn window open!" Andrew roared, picking up the other man and giving him two slaps as well.

Brand immediately rushed to the window, but he didn't have much strength, and he couldn't get a plank off his tugging and tugging. Andrew woke up the rest of the men and rushed to the side, slashing his sword with a few rough blows, then plunging his sword into the gap in the plank and starting to pry the nails out.

Fortunately, the planks had already begun to decay, and after a while, they were dismantled by the brute force of three people. Andrew stuck his head out the window to see what was going on outside. But as soon as he poked his head out, a black shadow slammed into his face!

"Ahh

Andrew was taken aback, he screamed and jerked back, but the people around him reacted quickly and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. With the double force, the black shadow pounced into the air, only reaching the window frame. But a brief glimpse was enough to make them realize what it was - "Plague Dog!" ”

A hideous dog's head came out of the window, and its dark fur, red eyes, terrible fangs, and corrosive saliva were a replica of Cerberus. The monster, much larger than normal, hung out of the window with its two front paws, struggling to climb in.

But the next moment it fell from the window with a ferocious and swift blow. Andrew, who had not yet recovered from the wail of pain, gasped and looked to the side, where Brand was holding half a plank of wood with unremoved nails smoking.

"Well done, boy!"

"But we can't get out of here, Captain. That thing is certainly not dead. Brand said calmly.

Listening to the thumping sound coming from outside, Andrew had no idea for a while. If you continue to crawl out of here, less than half of it will be torn apart by the monster. But if you go back the way you came......

He glanced behind him and gasped.

At this point, the defense line of two outsiders was running like a meat grinder. The ground around it was littered with severed limbs, internal organs, black blood, and bones. Albert wielded the hammer that had only been made in the afternoon, and from time to time bursts of holy light erupted, and the undead who came into contact with his weapon quickly turned blackened as if they had been hit with a soldering iron, and none of them could get close to him. And Andrew instantly remembered the joke just now, and couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

Dinein's battle was even more thrilling and swift. A longsword is much shorter than a warhammer, but it's more appropriate. Because Dineen doesn't just wield weapons. Andrew watched as he kicked an undead over the corpse, severing the corpse's head from the bottom up, and then elbowing the other undead with a backhand to knock off the teeth and eyeballs. In such a fierce battle, he was still careful not to get contaminated with those splashes of black blood, although this restraint obviously made Dineen very unhappy.

The two men fought more fiercely than any soldier the Captain had ever seen. But they are still retreating, because although the enemy is vulnerable, there is a constant flow of them.

We have to get out of here – but where else can we go?

***

Dineen glanced back in a hurry, and saw what was supposed to be Brand's young man beating the plague dog down from the window. While admiring the other party's calm reaction, he also realized that they had no way back. He quickly made a decision: "Side, go to the lounge!" ”

The three men sprang into action. But their efficiency is really worrying. After all, even though the watchtower's role is focused on surveillance rather than defense, its walls are quite thick. Seeing that they had only smashed a small hole in the wall for half a day, Dineen yelled impatiently, "Get out of the way!" ”

Before he could react, he spun around and raised his foot to kick a severed head. After a muffled sound, the unlucky head smashed directly through the recess, making a hole in the wall, and it was also shattered, and the half-coagulated brain flowed to the ground.

- As for the incredulous condemning glances of the others, he should not have seen them. It's busy right now anyway.

The situation was urgent, and no one had time to accuse him of blaspheming the dead. The demolition work was fruitful, and a hole was quickly made that was enough for people to climb through. Andrew first pushed Brand and the other man over, and then beckoned Dinen to them.

"Looks like we're going to have to get rid of them for a while." Staring at the hole that would never be able to be passed without using both hands and feet, Dineen tilted his head and said to his partner who was always silent, "So you ......"

He wanted to say that you should go first, but Albert replied quickly: "Okay, I'll try." ”

Huh?

Before he could react to what his partner was going to do, Dinen saw the young paladin jump a small step, raised his hammer high, and slammed it down on the ground—

"The Light is with me!"

Accompanied by this roar, there was a golden light that was too dazzling to look at. Ripples like ripples on the surface of the water spread along the ground as the hammer fell. The undead who were a little closer were instantly wiped out, and those who were far away were also knocked to the ground, blocking the way for reinforcements from behind.

“……”

Fortunately, Dineen was stunned and still didn't forget what to do. He grabbed Albert, who was willful and released his ultimate, but he was temporarily out of strength, and Albert, who almost fell to the ground, dragged him to the wall and stuffed him in, and then buried his head in the wall, and felt a little complicated at the same time.

Channeling power from the ground to damage or paralyze enemies within a certain radius is not a paladin's patent, at least Dineen has used it before - but that was before! Warriors do this with full strength, requiring a lot of strength and control, and paladins only need to rely on faith, as long as they can release a sufficient amount of holy light, then the power nature of the holy light itself can do everything for them. However, although the difficulty has been reduced, it is not something that a novice can use casually.

So Dinein is a little depressed now, and there is also a little bit of a subtle sense of pride - how to say that Albert was also taught by him. Although it is interesting for a warrior to teach a paladin how to use the Light. In the past, he would have had to use this to mock every paladin who dared to appear in front of him. But now Dinening wasn't that boring. He had more important things to do.

The blood-thirsty spirits of the dead have crowded in. Naturally, these walking corpses who lacked self-awareness could not climb through the hole, and could only surround the wall and hit the wall in vain. Taking advantage of the fact that there were still two fresh corpses there to tempt the attention of the undead, Dineen motioned for everyone to hurry up and leave.

He hadn't forgotten that he had torn down the door to the warehouse. If the undead follow them, they will still be blocked when they escape to the door.

Thankfully, the Sentinel Lounge was largely emptied, and a group of them stumbled through the room. Exiting the main gate was the gate of the watchtower, but Dinen suddenly stopped.

It's a trap and the hounds are lured away, but what about the hunters?

He instinctively wanted to stop the others. But some people are desperate to escape this nightmare. The man who survived with Brand rushed out of the tower before he could speak. Before everyone could react to what had happened, he fell out of thin air, a terrible wail that echoed through the night sky.

Really!

"Don't show your head!" Dinen yelled, snatching the Captain's shield and flung it outward, striking the two undead who pounced on them with precision. Then he rolled over to the unfortunate man and dragged him back to the watchtower. Fortunately, the other party just fell backwards and did not roll down the steps, and Dining's quick movements made him not take a beating.

With the concealment of the tower's outer walls and the difference in light and darkness, they don't have to worry about being targeted by the mage's spells for a while. But it's impossible to get out of here. But they can't stay forever. As soon as Dineen straightened up, he heard another noise behind him.

"They're coming!" Andrew shouted anxiously.

"Go up the stairs!" Albert urged. There's only one way they can go—albeit a dead end.

Andrew raised his sword and rushed to the stairs, followed by Brand holding the unfortunate man who had not yet recovered from the spell. And Dinen rushed to the warehouse door that fell to the ground: "Take the handle first!" ”

Without hesitation, the paladin dropped the hammer and helped him lift the other side: "Install it?" ”

"No, leaning over!"

With Albert's help, Dineen tilted the fallen door panel and stuck it in the frame. Then he brutally slammed his shoulder, jamming the door and the undead behind it. Seeing that the walking dead were scratching at the door panel and couldn't get closer, the two men picked up their weapons and rushed up the stairs quickly.

The staircase of this watchtower does not spiral up to the top floor, but there is a small platform in the middle. Thankfully, there's no threat here. They can finally take a breather.

– but only temporarily.