Lan Wu's expression was strange. He looked up at Gross in the distance, then at Glaze, and asked, "Can he be restored?" ”

"Yes." Grez held his breath and watched the more than twenty professionals struggle to resist the siege of the Sand Knights, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

"How can I save it?" Lan Wu put away his smile and looked at Grez seriously.

Although he didn't know what happened to Gross, he also knew that it was definitely related to the demon. I watched an American drama before crossing over, and being possessed by a demon is like this. It's just that he's pretty sure that Gross won't be as easy to get away with as in American dramas.

"Get him away from Rodament." Grace lowered his voice: "He's under the influence of Rodamant's own magic. As long as they can be separated. Without the influence of magical power, Gross would resist the erosion of demonic power by his own will. ”

After a slight pause, Grace added seriously: "I, believe him." ”

"It's as simple as that?" Lan Wu didn't believe it.

"It's as simple as that." Glaz glanced at Lan Wu, his tone a little displeased.

"Okay, I'm just asking." Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the topic again: "Now it's time for us to retreat to a place that is beneficial to us to deal with these Sand Knights. You know, with them here, we can't get close to him. ”

"Okay." Grez is also experienced and readily agreed. Alone with Roda Mente, he was confident that even if he couldn't kill him, he would be able to hold this demon back. But with these Sand Knights, there's nothing he can do.

The order to retreat was quickly conveyed to the various mercenaries. They formed a solid line of defense and moved in unison towards the entrance. Grez took the lead, again acting as an arrow. A long sword flies, but the sand knight who stands in front of him will kill him with just one white heat. The other mercenaries took the opportunity to cooperate with the Fever Aura and pushed together.

In less than ten minutes, Grez led the mercenaries to break through the siege of the Sand Knights and retreat to the aisle, and the defensive pressure was suddenly reduced.

Arriving at the narrow terrain, the numerical advantage of the Sand Knights suddenly came to naught. The sewers are spacious, but they can only accommodate a maximum of seven Sand Knights to attack.

"Give them healing potions." Grace raised his hand, and with a few clicks, at least five sabers slashed against the shield. He slammed his sagare, swinging his saber, and the long sword in his right hand suddenly brought out an afterimage, slashing at the waist of the sand knight in front of him.

Almost at the same time, several spears stabbed through Grez's side and sank into the Sand Knight's body, completing the mending knife and taking the last bit of life with him.

"Erin, trap." Lan Wu quickly took out a large handful of minor healing potions and distributed them to each of the injured mercenaries.

Before he could finish speaking, a wave of fire suddenly surged out, almost surging from under Grace's feet, quickly engulfing the sand knight in front of him. Erin had just finished setting up this flame resurrection trap when she raised her hand to another flame blast. Before the flame blast could hit her target, she quickly laid another trap.

The fire spread, and the damp walls of the sewers were burned and dried almost instantly. Grace and the mercenary at the front have a black line. If you have a little crooked thought in your heart and have reservations about Lan Wu and his party, you will really be buried in the fire. After all, the two sides were somewhat contradictory from the beginning.

With the help of the pros, the Sand Knight's offensive was fierce, but it was no longer able to effectively impact the defense line where Grez was sitting. The wounded mercenaries poured light healing potions and sat on the ground gasping for air. It was a lot of pressure before.

Gradually, the line of defense became more and more solid. Whenever a mercenary in front is injured, a mercenary will immediately fill in from the back and let him retreat to heal. With Avila and other professionals, the Sand Knight is much easier than before to kill as many as possible.

Suddenly, Grace and the others felt the pressure plummet. The last three Sand Knights fell in the flames, and everyone's eyes lit up. The besieging Sand Knights are gone.

"Open the aura of prayer." Lan Wu walked over to Grace and stood on tiptoe to look over there.

"You also know the strength of our mercenaries?" Grace was a little depressed. Until now, it has been him who has turned on the frenzy aura to assist the mercenaries in battle. He never thought that Lan Wu would know about the skills that mercenaries possessed.

Lan Wu pursed his lips and ignored him.

There are three types of mercenaries in the Darkness. Combative, offensive and defensive. Combat Mercenaries have a Strength Aura on Normal difficulty, Offensive Mercenaries have a Prayer Aura, and Defensive Mercenaries have a Resistance Aura. These are all common sense that an old bird must have.

Grez's face darkened, and he waved his hand irritably, signaling the attacking mercenaries to turn on the prayer aura to heal the injured mercenary. After a fierce battle, those who survived were more or less wounded. Mild healing agents are simply not enough.

"Do you want to save it?" Lan Wu suddenly mouthed at the other side.

At this time, the more than twenty professionals were already in great trouble. As soon as Grez and the others retreated, most of the Sand Knights turned their attention to these professionals. If they get together, it will not be a problem to reorganize a defensive position. It's just a pity that they were separated by the Sand Knights.

"No, I don't save it." Grace's face was gloomy, and he stared fiercely at the more than twenty professionals who were in a bitter battle.

These people are all followers of Ruhadi. Everyone is planning to cut off their own backstage, and then save them with a shy face, so how can they gain a foothold among the mercenaries.

Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and was as good as a stream.

These professionals made the same mistake. If the three parties join forces at the beginning, and the professionals and mercenaries join forces, it will not be difficult to clean up these sand knights. It's a pity that these professionals have a very high opinion of themselves from the beginning, and they don't take Grace and other mercenaries and their group into account at all. If you are in trouble now, you deserve it.

"It's a pity." Lan Wu shook his head and sighed in his heart.

These professions are all quite high-level, at least twenty-four. It's just that in the face of the skyrocketing rank, the sand knights who are not inferior to them at all are at a disadvantage in numbers. And so they tragedy. They are not gods, after all.

In a short period of time, more than 20 professionals all hung up their lotteries, relying only on light healing potions to carry the siege of the sand knights. Fortunately, they are basically melee classes, so they are not afraid of being killed by the Sand Knight for the time being.

"It's a pity." Lan Wu looked at it for a while, then shook his head again, and by the way, devoured the demonic qi condensed in mid-air. He saw what these professionals were going to do. They still haven't given up on killing Gross.

The reason why a professional is a professional is that he has a wealth of skills. Melee classes like Barbarians and Paladins all have the ability to get out. The barbarian's jump, the paladin's charge, and more. Serious injuries are certain, but it is not difficult to break out of the encirclement and escape.

And these professionals in front of them have no intention of retreating at all. Although they were split into three pieces, they still desperately pressed towards Gross while carrying the siege of the Sand Knights.

"They are Ruhadi's cultivated henchmen, or dead soldiers." Grace's face was ugly. The wounds on his body had healed and scarred under the aura of prayer.

One of the reasons why he chose Gross and refused to join Ruhadi is one of the reasons.

Ruhadi's desire to control is intense. He wants men who are under his control. Whether it is a professional or a mercenary, you can only follow his orders. If they want to die, they must die.

And he inherited the title of Greze, and also inherited the mission of successive generations of Greze. Mercenaries are not tools, but also one of the forces that resist demons. He didn't want his mercenaries to become like the professionals in front of him.

A scream woke Grace from his memories. He looked up and saw two Sand Knights stabbing eight sabers into a druid at the same time. In the next second, this druid was picked up high. Before he could hit the ground, more than a dozen sabers slashed at him at the same time, harvesting his life.

The death of the first professional was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. In a short time, another paladin was slain by the Sand Knight. The death of the second professional immediately triggered a domino effect. Screaming repeatedly, several professionals died under the sand knight's sword.

Almost simultaneously, Lanwu and Grez moved.

The two of them rushed out at the same time, immediately attracting the attention of the sand knights on the periphery. They laughed and left the place to meet them.

"We're here to save you."

The two shouted almost at the same time. The faces of those professionals who were still struggling to support suddenly darkened. Save? Need help? It's not hard to escape, but your goal is to kill Gross. Until this is achieved, it is worth it as many people die. But as soon as these two damn souls shouted, they were clearly reminding the Sand Knight to work harder to kill themselves. If you don't know, Rodament is going to make a move.

"This old man is not bad." Lan Wu glanced at Grace in the air, very approvingly.

"This kid has a black heart." Grace also happened to glance over, and his eyes suddenly glanced to Grace's side: You get Gross.

Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders, quickly changed into a fist sword, and started to accelerate. His speed suddenly increased, and he leapfrogged Grez and nimbly rounded the oncoming Sand Knight, and circled behind Rodament and Gross like a loach.

Almost at the same time, Grez shouted angrily, strode forward, and turned on the frenzy, and at the same time exerted a white fever. The long sword suddenly turned into an afterimage, and quickly slashed five swords at the sand knight who pounced on the approaching knight. These five swords were precise and ruthless, slashing at the sand knight's neck in succession. Five swords went down, and the long sword slashed through the tough skin of the Sand Knight, sliced through the hard spine, and pulled off the small half of his body.

A white-hot kill of a sand knight, Grez changed his previous steady, opened the charge furiously, slammed into the other sand knight, and ran all the way against it, straight to Rodament.

"Boom." Rodamant showed a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth, glanced at Lan Wu contemptuously, and raised his head casually towards Grace without looking back.

The pitch-black magic bullet came out of his hand and flew quickly towards Grez. With a thud, the magic bullet struck the Sand Knight in the back, instantly eroding away its tough skin, then its dry muscles, and finally peeking through its chest.

Grez let out a loud cry, completely ignoring the magic bullet violently corroding the shield, and fiercely crossed the last bit of distance, approaching Rodamente.

At this moment, Gross suddenly opened his eyes.