Chapter 87: The Battle of Gilneth (Part II)

"Ahh

In the alley on one side, there was a heart-rending scream.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Jean sped over. He was over seventy years old, but his gait was still vigorous, and the King's Guard behind him could barely keep up with him.

A few minutes later, the image in front of him made him feel extremely shocked and angry. His own son, Liam, was lying in a pool of blood, and he was crushed by a dead beast, the bloodthirsty werewolf!

There is no doubt that Liam is injured! He was bitten by a werewolf! And being bitten by a cursed werewolf has only one result, and slowly turns into another werewolf......

"No!"

Gene fell to his knees almost immediately, and he let out a grizzly growl.

"Don't be sad, father, kill me...... I'd rather die than be one of the werewolves! ”

Liam was dying, squeezing a few stiff words out between his teeth. That is the last reason of being human.

Jean knelt down, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and bandaged Liam.

"It's useless, father, the cursed blood has spread within me, and I'm afraid I'm afraid werewolf blood has begun to flow through my body. Kill me, Father, for it is my honor to be able to fight with you. ”

Liam said with difficulty. But Jean seemed to ignore his son's pleas.

"Shut up, bastard."

He bandaged Liam's wound briefly, then picked him up on his back and ran towards the entrance of the alley.

"Keep up!"

The captain of the King's Guard behind him shouted.

This was the last elite guard of Gilneis, escorting the old king and his son from the battlefield.

And throughout the battlefield of the North Gate, Gilneys's army is also constantly withdrawing, and the tide of attack has retreated again. The werewolves howled as if celebrating a victory.

…………

"Ares, left!"

Gianna shouted, and in the next second, Ares jumped to the right, and the ice arrow shot from Gianna's fingertips, piercing the head of a blood-toothed werewolf with precision. Blood splattered out, and the blood-toothed werewolf didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Ares rose again, grabbed the Ember Bringer, and slashed open the chest of the other werewolf with a single sword, and warm blood and bright red internal organs poured out of the cracked skin. Another werewolf pounced on him, stabbed in the waist by Ares' sword, and the werewolf fell to his knees almost immediately, howling in pain. When the greatsword was pulled out again, there was still charred fur on the blade. At Ares' feet, like a raging flame, it was the paladin's powerful skill - dedication.

They fought together in this way, becoming a beautiful scenery on the battlefield, and also greatly boosted the morale of Glorey's Gilneth army.

The Cathedral of Light was right in front of it, a huge building rising from the ground, glowing with a faint golden light, as if welcoming the people of Gilneth home.

However, at this moment, the number of blood-toothed werewolves increased dramatically.

Even Ares didn't understand what was going on, the werewolves came out of nowhere, and the heads and bodies of these beasts were surging in every street, and the howls and roars continued.

"Ares, we must retreat, the soldiers are exhausted, but Jean's army has not yet arrived, and if we continue to fight, we will be overwhelmed by these werewolves!"

Crolley ran over, his face stained, and shouted at Ares.

The sudden change in the situation of the battle made Ares a little unacceptable, and finally reached the center of the city, about to capture the cathedral, but at this time he had to withdraw his troops, and the holy light energy was still surging in his body, and he could fight for at least two more hours. And what about Jean? Where is the arrogant king who is proud of everything? Isn't he very capable of fighting? Most of the elite troops were transferred, but until now, not even a single figure has been seen.

"Sister!"

Ares scolded. However, Crowley apparently did not understand this magical language.

"What?"

He asked.

"It's nothing, let's withdraw. Damn, if only Jean had given us a little more manpower! Damn it! ”

Ares complained.

But soon, the raiding team began to retreat along the canal path.

Gianna's water elemental guard acts as a tool for the broken queen.

Hardly afraid of swords and fangs, it cast spells at the exit of the plaza and froze hundreds of werewolves with a ring of ice......

The werewolves roared and howled, but they could not break free from the ice crystals beneath their feet, which were like shackles that trapped their ankles.

Ares jumped on a war horse, then took Gianna's hand, pulled her on the horse's back, and galloped on the horse.

A werewolf rushed head-on, but was directly knocked out of the way by the war horse, Azeroth's war horses are not ordinarily strong, and their charging power can even knock over an orc.

But the others were not so lucky, there were not so many horses in Crorey's army, and most of the soldiers had to retreat on foot, and a group of fierce blood-toothed werewolves stood in the way of Gianna of Ares's retreat. Ares immediately pulled the reins, and the horse let out a painful neigh, and immediately reversed course.

But the accident happened at this time, Lord Crowley, who was riding a war horse like Ares, was pulled off the war horse by a blood-toothed werewolf at the moment of turning, and the werewolf's claws hooked his shoulder!

"Great Lord!"

Ares exclaimed. Gianna has a quick eye, and with an instantaneous spell, knocks the bloodfang werewolf who hooked Crowley into the air. However, Crowley's shoulder was also torn alive by the werewolf's claws.

The soldiers immediately gathered around, and the doctor tied a bandage around the wounded shoulder of the Great Lord to stop the blood that kept coming out.

Ares jumped off his horse and stood in front of Crowley with a horizontal sword, the Ash Bringer emitted a strange green light, and none of the blood-toothed werewolves in front of him dared to step forward and bite the young knight.

"Ares, Ares, we retreat."

The wounded Lord Crowley said with difficulty.

"You take my place and command this army for the time being."

He endured the intense pain of the wound and struggled to speak.

Ares crouched down and tried to heal him, but he pushed him away with his other hand.

"Don't touch it, you'll be cursed."

Crowley said bitterly. Even though the Light can heal wounds, blood can seep into the skin, which is dangerous.

"Adri, Pique, Herram, take your men, form a shield wall to cover the retreat, I will take the big lord to retreat first, and the water elemental guards will come in a while."

The situation was urgent, and Ares didn't have time to talk nonsense with Crolley, so he could only temporarily take over the command and give a loud order.

More than two dozen Gilneth hoplites immediately stepped forward and covered their bodies with large shields, forming an impenetrable steel shield wall. Ares mounted his horse again, ready to charge the blood-toothed werewolves.