Despite all the bravery and determination, it was inevitable that humanity's defenses began to be compressed and retreated. There are too many undead, not only in the corridor, but even in the broken window, there is also an influx of undead natural disasters.

Some of the gargoyles also gave up on exploiting the loopholes in the rooftops, instead lunging in through the gaping windows and swooping down on the defenders. Diego had to turn his attention to this side, because when it comes to air defense, the death gaze is sharper than any other weapon.

The defenders have lost half of their position, and they are clinging to the thick walls to fight the surging undead scourge. With Diego, the Minotaurs, the Night Elves, and the Dwarves supporting the defensive line, the situation is precarious, but magically it hasn't collapsed. But everyone knew that they wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, the soldiers had already suffered nearly half of the casualties, and Diego and his friends were all exhausted and bruised, and even with the blessing and protection of the Light, they could barely hold on. From time to time, the necromancer's ice arrows and arcane missiles are fired from the window. Come in, if it weren't for the strong enough enchanted shield of the dwarf Brian, their casualties would have been even worse.

At this moment, it was as if the god of fate had also played a bad joke with them. With a loud bang, the planks that closed the windows on the north wall were also smashed open. The window was destroyed even more completely, and even the wall below the windowsill was smashed and turned into a completely open door. The undead scourge who had been waiting outside the window let out a roar and rushed in frantically.

"Left Wing Contraction! Left Wing Contraction! Caught off guard, Diego roared.

His order stopped the confusion in time. The squad on the left flank retreated to the right, retracting their exposed flanks into the array. However, the formation was flattened, and the soldiers in front could almost always touch the archers in the back when wielding their weapons.

"We can't sit back and wait like this! Now that the town hall that is defended by it has been breached, there is no need to defend here, and breaking through has become the only option now! Diego thought through his mind and made his choice quickly. But just before he could give the order, the Minotaur shaman stepped forward.

"Lockhora!"

Dezko stuck an earth elemental totem into the ground and began summoning the Rock Lord. He didn't want to do that, because it had only been more than a month since the last time Lockhora was banished by the Warlocks, and the big guy was still licking his wounds in the Earth Elemental Realm, but Dezko didn't have a choice, he and his friends needed it.

A few seconds later, a large figure appeared outside the newly opened door.

Lockhora doesn't look the same as the last time he was summoned, and it's hard to tell that this is the majestic Rock Lord he once was. The banishment was not harmless, the dimensional void rifts that the warlocks had torn apart were almost a thousand cuts, inflicting tons of damage on it—yes, yes, "tons" of damage—in fact, its body had lost more than a ton of weight, its hard body was covered in horrific scars as if it had been chiseled by a knife and axe, and most of the prismatic crystals embedded in its body had fallen off. It had one missing eye, and what was supposed to be an eye was now a huge pit. If it weren't for an elemental creature, such a severe injury would definitely be fatal.

"Hey, my little minotaur friend—" The gentle elemental creature tried to babble to his minotaur summoner, but the abomination's incomprehensible attack infuriated it. It wielded its battering ram-like arms, scuffling with the abominations. No one dared to attack the hall from here, and the big guys had almost blocked the door completely.

"Diego, buy me some time!" Dezko picked up his hammer and swept away the undead scourge that rushed in front of him. He took two steps back and leaned against the wall, while Diego tacitly stepped forward and blocked the gap he had made.

In the hall, where the roars, the clash of weapons, the roar of muskets, the screams of the wounded, and all sorts of other sounds mingled, the Minotaur Shaman closed his eyes. A broken tip flew in front of him, creating a deep wound on his cheek, but it didn't make him open his eyes again.

He unleashed his mind to his heart's content, summoning the arrival of the wild spirits. After a dozen seconds, his mind "saw" a huge gray wolf float up, formed by the condensation of the souls of many beasts, at his call. The spirits looked panicked and frenzied, looking at their summoners restlessly.

"We are wild spirits, souls of all living things. We have rarely seen your race in this twisted and filthy land, Minotaur, and tell us why you summoned us! ”

"I ask you to help me and pour your wrath and power into the hearts of the warriors, and I will help you to cleanse these twisted and filthy evil creatures and restore peace and order here!" The shaman humbly said that he knew that the wild spirits would agree, for that was what they desired.

After the undead scourge invaded the western plague lands, the ecology here was completely destroyed, and the torment of the beast souls that died because of the plague was still haunted after their deaths, and the damage suffered by these wild spirits was embodied in the gray wolf, which was some rotting abscesses and non-healing wounds, and some green pus dripping down from those affected areas, wafting into puffs of smoke.

The gray wolf was silent, but Dezko guessed that the wild spirits were thinking, and after a dozen seconds, the gray wolf nodded, just as his heart was about to fall into the abyss of despair.

"As you wish!"

Dezko was ecstatic to see as the huge gray wolf suddenly disintegrated and split into countless white shadows, including gray wolves, brown bears, deer, hares, bats, goats, giant spiders, and many other beasts.

Tormented by the plague of the Scourge Legion, the wild spirits here are more violent and bloodthirsty than anywhere else, even the most harmless hare in normal times looks blood-red and sharp claws at the moment - this is why Dezko was reluctant to summon them before, because in Mogore, in the barren lands, where these minotaurs have lived, lived, and fought for generations, when the shamans cast bloodthirsty magic, most of the heroic spirits enshrined by the minotaur tribe were powerful, but gentle and pure, There aren't so many side effects. If they had a choice, Dezko wouldn't have cast this spell here at all, but they were desperate.

With unimaginable speed, the Wild Spirits rushed into the defenders. Feeling the violent impact in the body, a powerful, violent force was carried into the body of the defender by these souls, and with it was a thirst for blood. Shocked by the violent, bloodthirsty power that rushed through their bodies, the defenders could barely breathe, but they forcibly ordered themselves to concentrate and give each enemy who rushed up to them a head-on blow. They felt the whispers of those souls within them, and were controlled by their intense thirst for revenge, and red rage erupted from their eyes.

As if falling into madness, the defenders roared and rushed towards the undead disaster, they were extremely tired at the moment, they were infinitely powerful, everyone slashed wildly, no longer defended, and there was no tactic, they just released the violent power in their veins, venting their bloodthirsty desires, and the undead disaster was suddenly erupted and they retreated, without the power to parry.

But that's not all, a shaman in a desperate situation can do far beyond the limits of what one can imagine.