Undead! A large number of undead have appeared ahead!

By the time Tirio Fortin and Heni Mareb arrived at the front, more than a dozen of the militia from the town of Southsea had fallen to the ground......

For the past few days, Henie has been leading the militia to avoid the main force of the undead as much as possible...... But this time, it seems that it can't be avoided!

Looking at the thousands of undead in front of him, Mayor Mareb's face was very solemn...... In today's battle, I don't know how many militia lives will be left here!

It's even possible that they'll have to stay here.

Because among the ordinary undead, zombies, and skeletons, Mareb also saw several giant stitching monsters. These monsters are extremely powerful and thick-skinned, making them difficult for the militia to deal with.

The militiamen have long had a wealth of experience in fighting the undead...... But after all, they were only militiamen and had not participated in any formal combat training; And the weapons and equipment are very backward, and many of them are fighting with farm tools in their hands!

Mareb took out the musket he had on his back, and his old bones could not charge into battle like a young man...... Aiming at the head of a stitching monster, there was a bang, and the opponent's head was suddenly beaten to pieces.

This musket has been by his side since World War II, and I don't know how many orcs have been killed; It's a pity that now, there are not many bullets and gunpowder, and in a few days, it is estimated that it will be no different from an ordinary burning stick!

This loud sound was like sounding the horn of war...... The militia of humanity is engaged in a short battle with the undead in an instant.

Tirio took the rusty greatsword and rushed to the front of the line...... Although many years ago, shortly after the end of the Orc War, he had lost the favor of the Light...... But his will to fight has never dissipated!

The greatsword slashed across the sky, and the stitching monster that had been huge was split in half by him.

In an instant, the morale of the militia was greatly boosted, and they fought even braver!

Tirio slashed with his sword, and countless zombies, skeletons, and stitching monsters fell under his sword, and he was like a harvester on the battlefield!

But the militia could not withstand the onslaught of the undead, and their formation retreated little by little; Although, under the command of Mareb, it will not fall into a rout.

Tirio found himself trapped in a circle of the undead...... Three giant stitch monsters, or dozens of larger skeleton warriors, surround themselves in the center!

"Damn it!"

Apparently this group of undead is not completely brainless, and they soon discover that they are the core of the militia!

Looking at the undead who were slaughtering in all directions, Tirio's face became solemn......

His age is not young for a long time, and the wave of killing just now has also consumed a lot of physical strength!

Looking down at his weapon, the blade of the rusty greatsword had already appeared in several gaps...... However, this is already the best weapon that the militia of Xinnanhai Town can come up with!

"Ah......h

There are the least number of undead here, and breaking through from here has the greatest chance of survival.

The iron hook in the stitching monster's hand grabbed Tirio...... But Tirio was quick to dodge it, and stabbed it with a sword.

The greatsword stabbed into the chest of the stitching monster, and Tirio wrenched left and right without hesitation, and the internal structure of the stitching monster's body had been completely destroyed by him.

A crisp sound suddenly startled Tirio.

Just now in the body of the stitching monster, I touched something hard, so the sword ...... Bent!

Tirio tried to pull it out of the Stitcher's body, but he wouldn't be able to do so for a while!

At the same time, the undead from other directions also surrounded him, and a giant axe of the undead slashed over, and Tirio quickly dodged his attack.

At the same time, he also completely lost contact with the previous big sword.

Bare-handed!

Face the countless undead!

When Tirio was younger, he had heard of a strange half-human, half-bear creature in Lordaeron...... He calls himself a "warrior monk" who does not need any weapons and can easily take down enemies by relying only on the strength of his body......

But Tirio himself, can't do that......

A huge flail smashed over, and for a split second, Tirio didn't dodge.

Severe pain in the back...... Tirio Fortin was on the verge of losing consciousness.

A tidal wave of undead surged towards him.

A bitter smile appeared at the corners of Tirio's mouth.

"Death?"

"A long, long time ago, I should have died!"

"If it weren't for Uther and Gavin Rad, they would argue with their ...... in front of King Terenus"

Tirio remembered the orc named Itreig, an orc with a great sense of honor...... Unfortunately, he was unable to save it, and watched it be sent to the gallows, for which he was sentenced to death and then put on probation in Tol Barad.

He remembered his wife, and Tirio hadn't been able to see her for the last time until she died!

And Tyran, his child...... He is said to have been in Stratholm in East Lordaeron, and that he had raised an army against the undead!

He's done a good job, but it's a pity that he can't do his duty as a father!

Tirio closed his eyes, waiting for his own death.

"Ah......h

It's not a human voice.

Tirio looked at him and saw a troll standing in his way...... With both hands, a short sword in one hand and a shield in the other, the troll bravely fended off the attacks of the undead.

"It's ......"

Tirio is no stranger to trolls, who have always been enemies of humans and elves; In the territory of Hearthvale, Tirio doesn't know how many trolls he has killed...... Now, however, the troll is actually protecting himself.

A holy glow suddenly enveloped Tirio's body......

It's the power of the Light, the familiar power of the Light...... Tirio felt his body recover.

A very beautiful little girl emerged from the shadows and appeared beside Tirio...... She looked like an angel, and even though she was only twelve or thirteen years old, she could emit such a powerful holy light!

"Woking!" The little girl asks the troll, "Where's Jon?" ”

This little girl was with the trolls? Tirio was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Sure enough, race doesn't mean glory...... There was nothing wrong with my choice back then.

"The mentor has gone to help the militia over there!" The troll named Wojin replied, "He asked us to help him save this brave warrior!" ”