In the center of the street, the light that shrouded Diego gradually dissipated. Diego held his gun with a blank face as he watched as the soldiers cleaned up the remaining sporadic monsters. He was already very tired, and it was also a great burden on his body to make such a powerful holy light run wild. Now he was already exhausted, and he wanted to fall directly to the ground and sleep for three days and three nights in one breath, but he had to force himself to make a look full of energy - the necromancer who sneaked up on him had already slipped away when he saw that the situation was not good, but Mobent? Fell never showed up, and the lich must have been watching their every move through some secret method, like a wolf coveted in secret, and if he showed a flaw, he would pounce on them and bite them by the throat.

"What do we do next?" Rainier walked over and asked earnestly for his opinion. Diego could see the shock and panic in his eyes, as did the soldiers behind him. If the respect in the eyes of those soldiers before was because of his noble status, now they are in awe because of his own strength, it is reverence from the bottom of their hearts, without the slightest falsehood.

Diego opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment he felt something gushing out of his throat, and the saltiness he felt in his tongue and nose told him what had happened - he was going to vomit blood!

"Can't spit it out! Otherwise, people will see through it! Diego said to himself, gritting his teeth hard and suffocating the blood. If it were an ordinary hunter, he might have passed out by now, but Diego has a sturdy body comparable to that of a minotaur warrior, and although he is suffering from exhaustion and pain, he has survived with his strong capital.

He closed his mouth tightly and cleaned his mouth with his tongue so that no one would see that his mouth was covered in blood. At the side of his leg, Guan Haifa, who had recovered from his recovery, rubbed him gently a few times to show his support. It can only do so much.

"Move closer to Brother Samuel!" Finally, Diego opened his mouth. whispered. He heard the roar of a beast two blocks away, the druids pouring their power wildly.

"I think we should take advantage of it," Rainier asked, puzzled. "Isn't it?"

"Do as I say," Diego said stiffly. "Don't ask why."

Rainier frowned, but remembering the tired voice he had heard earlier, he nodded in understanding and gave the order to retreat.

They retreated to the east, several shield-wielding soldiers obscuring Diego's figure, intentionally or unintentionally. This is obviously something that Rainier has taken special care of.

The streets are smooth, the undead have an innate hatred for the living, but there is no damage to the cold wood and stone**, and the buildings of the town remain largely intact. After walking for a few minutes, they saw the new paladins who were fighting with the monsters.

This is clearly not the main target of the undead, as there are no enemies, no necromancers, and no abominations other than skeletons, zombies, and ghouls.

But that doesn't mean the battle is easy, as the number of these low-level monsters is staggering. From the street to its end, the eyes are full of black and pressed human heads, crowded with water.

In this case, cavalry charge tactics are not the best option. In fact, after the first few charges, the paladins had lost their striking power and were already dismounted and on foot - the narrow streets of the town were not like the vast wasteland where you could roam and roar. If the initial charge can't chisel through the enemy, then you have to dismount and fight hard. But for the newcomers, there is no question of adapting or not adapting. Most of them were dressed in thick plate armor, and their weapons were extraordinary, looking like invulnerable tin tanks, and because of the aura of piety of Brother Samuel. The newlyweds, bathed in the holy light, shone with silver all over their bodies, like gods descending to earth.

Behind the new Ding, there is the raging bear.

From Diego's side, the woolly bear was covered in wet and blood. Truth be told, for the druid's wild way of fighting. Diego is still quite psychological, because most of the wild druids rely on the fangs and claws they get after transforming into beasts, but for many enemies, such as the rancid and festering undead, how can they keep their mouths?

But the giant bear obviously didn't care about this, he was fighting right now, and the battle line was tight there, so he rushed there. The monsters fell in rows under the collision and bite and slapping of his huge body, and the great bear stepped on the rotten flesh and roared almost madly, as if rushing into a pea field, and stepping the peas out of the pods.

Brother Samuel did the same thing as this bear, but he was clearly better at taking care of his boys, and more than one new ding had been helped by him in a crisis, once to cover, once to cover, or to feint.

Diego announced his arrival with a deafening blast, and while his Light was nearly exhausted and there was still a long way to go, that didn't stop him from fighting in other ways.

He was using a blaze bomb.

The orange flame flower burst through the dense crowd of monsters, and with each explosion, it swept at least seven or eight surrounding monsters into flames. In just a few minutes, the monsters were enveloped in a sea of fire. Although the undead are not afraid of pain or death, their almost instinctive fear of fire still causes them to fall into chaos.

"Praise the Light!" All the humans cheered loudly, and with the addition of Rainier and his guards, the Paladins were finally solidified, and even advanced a long way forward.

Diego felt a little anxious as he looked at the slowly advancing front, though he knew that the Cursed Sect had only been operating in this area for a short time and had not yet had time to create more undead monsters, such as gargoyles, wailing banshees, death knights, and even higher-tier frost dragons and cavemen, but who could guarantee that there would be no surprises?

"Elune is on top, let's let this battle end quickly!" He thought to himself, and then fired another flame bomb at the place where the undead were most concentrated.

As if hearing his prayers, the advance of the battle line suddenly became quicker.

"What's going on?"

Diego cast an eagle eye spell on himself, and then looked at the end of the street, and he saw that the undead in that place were no longer so dense, and there was even a blank space behind them - it was clear that the monsters that the lich could control were not endless, and these monsters were finally being wiped out!

The human warriors who had already risen were lined up in dense formation, shouting loud battle horns, cutting down the undead to the ground like harvesting sugar fields, and striding forward. Even the most discerning of them could already see that at the end of the street, a hillside to the north of the town was covered with dense tombstones, where was the Great Tomb of Raven Ridge, the lair of the undead, the ultimate goal of their campaign.

Now it seems that the general trend has been decided, and the light of victory seems to be about to shine on their heads.

But the enemy will never admit defeat like this, and at this moment, those necromancers wearing heavy cloaks finally appeared again. They jumped out of the darkness where they were hiding, frantically making a final death throbe to save the day.

One vicious dark spell after another was unleashed and shot towards the humans. (To be continued.) )