"END... Finished! ”

"Ahhhh It's over! Everyone is going to die! Everybody's going to die! ”

"Why is this happening! How could it be! ”

Screams, shouts, screams, resounded throughout the village square. Chavikski knew it was the voice of despair. The silent hero clenched the bladed iron sword in his hand, and stood silently with his shield with the armor that had not yet been removed from the battle, and the bearded face under the mask was ugly, as if he had been drawn many times with a blade, and he was blind in one eye. This old warrior used to be a man of stories, but in the end he came to the Lonely Mountain as a member of this strange region.

Looking at the dozens of beautiful magical stars in the sky, it was a dreamy star-like color of light blue mixed with silver sand. Beneath those beautiful colors lies the unspeakable power of darkness, someone who betrayed the village and brought in an army of zombies. As Chavikski knew, those magical stars pointed out a path without traps, dead ends, and deep swamps. That was the path to the village, and Wilhelm would face its own final destruction.

The guards were not like ordinary villagers, they were not tied up. Silently armed, these soldiers, who fought from morning to night, were the last line of defense in Wilhelm. Their numbers were reduced from 50 in the morning to 35, but they also inflicted a huge loss on Shirley's zombie legion of more than 20 skeletons and 10 zombie shield soldiers.

"Behind us are our loved ones, our friends, our most important people, and Wilhelm will not perish like this. Guards! Shields! Raise your gun! Let me see the tip of your gun pointed ahead! ”

"For Wilhelm!"

The silence was only Chavikski's voice, followed by countless silent roars proving that the little village called Wilhelm was destined to be an unforgettable memory for the zombie lady named Shirley. The soldiers were holding on to their deaths, and the villagers did not panic again, and the villagers who were unable to defeat a single skeleton soldier also raised pitchforks, shovels, and fought for their homes.

One minute, two minutes...

Their hearts grew faster and faster as time passed...

"Where is the prince! Where is the revenge! ”

The roars of the zombie ladies made their way through the swamp, the only easy path in the swamp where the grass had been cut open, and countless undead rushed out as far as they could see. They were huge, the skeletons had the flames of burning souls in their eyes, and the zombies had dull faces but blood-red eyes that shone bloodthirsty. The beautiful and cute ladies had horrible smiles on their faces - they brandished their greatswords and roared, "Immortal Scourge! Immortal! ”

The sound of crashing and running, at this moment, the well-disciplined zombie army let out a roar of longing for flesh and blood.

"For Wilhelm!"

"For Wilhelm!"

"For Wilhelm!"

After a moment of silence, a roar like a mountain and a sea erupted from the guard, which was not even an army. The warriors of the human race raised their spears in their hands, their eyes widened with rage, and they charged! They have a belief in death in their eyes, they are not as simple as a stream of data in this game, they are flesh and blood, they are born and raised in this world, and Wilhelm in the lonely mountain behind them is their hometown.

That almost mortal state of charging was difficult for even the Holy Knights of the Templars to mobilize, it was a mixture of high morale and the belief that defeat was inevitable. Because you know that you will lose, you will be afraid of death, and because you are afraid of death, you will not have any results. But when a person knows that he is going to die and regains his courage, that is the most terrible time.

The momentum of the human race almost overwhelmed the zombie legion, and after a short time, the zombie legion proved their faith with an even more terrifying and louder roar: "For the Falcon Queen!" ”

The two legions, which were not very large, collided, and the corpses of humans were trampled into meat sauce, and the skeleton's bodies turned into skeletal scum... A brief collision between the two sides has already lost more than a third of their combat effectiveness.

Both sides had reasons to have to fight.

The zombies fight for Miss Falcon in the Lonely Mountain.

Humanity is fighting for its homeland.

The concept of the aggressor and the invaded disappeared in an instant, and only the warriors of the two sides who were strangled.

"Steady! Steady! Hold the line of defense! We charge! ”

Chaviksky roared in spite of the two rusty swords stuck in his body, and the rest of the guards barely rebuilt a human defense.

"Proud warrior, although you are not strong, you have won the respect of the lonely mountain."

As the Lonely Mountain says, the Zombie Ladies have only one way to treat their esteemed opponents: send them to the supreme death.

The five ladies gave up their opponents at the same time and lunged at Chavikski, five greatswords slashing at the warrior who was no longer young.

- God... Please let me live a little longer, hold on a little longer...

When!

Accept... Hurt?

There was a sharp pain in his lower back, and the pain made Chavikski nervous, and he had long since entered old age. Standing here right now is just an ordinary, slightly courageous +2 pro warrior. In the face of 5 Lonely Mountain Ladyess, even a +4 professional will be in a hurry, and of course he will be injured.

The broken bones pierced into the flesh, and he snorted without screaming. He dodged another attack, only to be slapped in the back by a sword...

- I... Is it that old? The little ones... Did you escape...

Cough!

A violent cough came out with pain that nearly knocked the man out, and he coughed up a mouthful of red blood. Kneeling on one knee, like an old guarding her cubs, she barely stood up and raised her sword to stop a zombie baroness from slashing at her head. The force of his broken sword smashed into his head.

With a numbing pain, his vision began to darken, and blood seeped out of his torn helmet.

Another sword slammed into his left arm, not severe, but already breaking one of his arms.

- I can hold on a little longer... Let me hold on a little longer...

Under the siege of the five Lonely Mountain Zombie Niang, the old warrior held out for several minutes before collapsing.

He wasn't killed by his head cut off, nor was he hacked to death by the zombie girls of the Lonely Mountain. He was exhausted, and he fell to the ground, his eyes still open, one blind eye closed, and the other pale blue eye pure looking at the sky that had once belonged to Wilhelm, the beautiful and mysterious stars. Finally, the majestic starry sky belonging to the lonely mountain made him close his eyes.

Captain of the Guards, Chaviksky was killed.

He was about sixty-nine years old.

Wilhelm - Perdition.