"Snolan!" Malan shouted.

Snorlan's bull head looked at Malan, who threw him a scroll. Snorlan took a scroll.

"What is this?"

"Teleportation Scroll! The target is set at the Ségou barracks! If things change, it's better to go there than to die here! ”

Snorlan took the scroll in his arms and nodded.

The clock ticked by. The Banshee of Plague was in no hurry and had no intention of ending up herself, what could be better for her than to watch an endless stream of rats drown a horde of desperate people? She didn't know that these people were rescued, and she didn't know that an undead creature like her was an existence that everyone shouted at in every orderly place, and she didn't know that the priest sent by the Temple of Pero to destroy her was already on the way.

The Banshee of the Plague screamed in the air, whirling around Snowland's group, making Snowlan's mind uneasy. At the end of the day, Farina defended with all her might, Kane was seriously injured and could not continue to fight, and after losing the two silver combat forces she had, it was barely possible for Snorlan, Malan, Leslie and Chris to clear these approaching rats, let alone fight back? If help does not come, then only death awaits them.

Although the rats were fast enough to hit with their swords when they were close to the ground, at this density, each swing of Snowlan's sword could take the life of at least one mouse, but there were too many of them. In Squirrel Street, the dilapidated environment here breeds a large number of rats, and the rats from all over Ward Harbor are also converging here, Snowlan looked around, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless rats crawling on the houses and the ground, and the huge number and the red light in their eyes made Snowlan feel a trace of fear from the depths of his soul.

When Snorlan was on Earth, he rarely saw the shadow of mice, and occasionally saw one or two in the corners of the city, and now, he couldn't help but shiver when he looked at the dense and endless sea of rats.

"What, scared?" Malan asked Snorlan with a smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a bunch of fragile brutes! Snorlan snorted coldly.

"But when they come together to this number, they can't be described as fragile. I hope they come soon, father, or we'll all be torn to pieces by these rampaging rats! ”

Snorlan nodded, and said, "Don't you have any other magic scrolls?" ”

Ma Lan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I used it earlier!" I didn't have much with me when I came out, and the scrolls only brought a few teleportation scrolls for emergency use. ”

"What about the scroll of your last Light Barrier?" Snorlan remembered Marlan's escape in the Marton Rainforest, when he used a magic scroll of the Light Barrier and then a teleportation scroll to escape.

"You think you can get a scroll with improved fourth-level magic that I said I could get if I wanted to? There are those kinds of scrolls in Selland, but they are scarce at the border! My magic scrolls have all been used up in the Marton Rainforest, and the enchanted equipment has been left there to hide my identity. ”

"So, there's nothing we can do but wait?"

Ma Lan smiled bitterly and nodded.

Snowlan's discomfort fueled his anger. His rage was steadily rising. He wanted to rush into the rat swarm and release a whirlwind slash, but what good did the whirlwind slash do to the rats stuck to the ground?

It was getting late, the gates were closed, and Carmelo and Alkavon looked at each other outside the closed gates and dismounted. Alkavon escaped into the shadows, turned around, came to the city walls, and leaped lightly into Ward Harbour. The guards on the city walls felt as if a shadow had passed, but they only thought it was a problem with their eyes due to sleepiness.

Carmelo was not as convenient as Alkavon, and he climbed the walls with his hands and feet, with great speed but without sound. The guards on the wall were yawning and looking into the distance, Carmelo flipped onto the wall, and in a blink of an eye knocked out the two guards next to him, who had not yet fallen to the ground, Carmelo jumped again, and he also entered Port Ward.

The two of them began to jump and run on the roof, and after a while, they heard the shouting of the guards behind them, and the sirens began to sound.

The alarm soon alarmed Desmond, the director of the town hall, and this time he didn't like to ignore the Plague Banshee, but this time he was in good spirits, telling all the guards to start on guard, and reporting the matter to Lord Miles.

Miles was awakened from his sleep, and was also shocked when he heard this, so he hurriedly changed into his military uniform, picked up his sword, and ran to the city wall in a hurry to supervise the battle. This night, Miles didn't want to sleep. Of course, Desmond was home by this time, and he hurriedly packed his important things, ready to run away.

Carmelo and Alkavon didn't expect that knocking out the two city guards would cause a small storm in the noisy Port Ward, and they just rushed to Squirrel Street as fast as they could.

Of course, on the other hand, the clergy of the Church of Perot are also on the way. They didn't care whether it was the Roe or the Cécantis who ruled Port Ward, because whoever ruled Port Ward would not be harmed in the slightest, on the contrary, if the Banshee of Plague really succeeded, the prestige of the Church of Piero would be severely damaged, and that was what really mattered to them.

On the dock brotherhood's side, although Squirrel Street is the territory of the dock brotherhood, in this kind of high-end power, the leading brother is like a blind man, and the little thugs under him are naturally very well-informed about the information on the streets, but if a strong man comes to Ward Harbor and wants to do something, this group of thugs doesn't know anything, and it is impossible for the city hall to notify the leading brother, so he doesn't know anything about what happened on Squirrel Street, and the leading brother sleeps soundly tonight.

Then again, Snorlan, Leslie, Malan, and Falina are all people who know the inside story, and they all know the identities of Malan and Snowland, but Chris doesn't! He wasn't a quick man, and their conversation seemed like a mist to Chris, but he knew that if he didn't join forces with Malan and the others to fight against the plague banshee, he would have to die here. As for Malan and Falina being Segu's soldiers, who Snorlan and Leslie were, and what role Kane played in this matter, Chris was very interested, but he also knew that it was not the time to ask this - the Banshee of Plague was still watching, this was not the time to be outside and inside! Without unity, there is only a dead end.