After giving up some hopes, the tension in my heart is much less.

Sally's eyes were lowered, and she followed the pagan group for a long time.

Not long after, the party marched to a small town east of Ivotah, and Bishop Karl looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, he led the group to a modest restaurant to eat.

"Half an hour later, we changed horses to the east of the town and left, and now the other party has not found us, which means that they have basically not found us. ”

The words of Carl's conversation with his deputy were clearly heard by Sally, but she dared to make any unnecessary movements at this time, feeling the instructions in her head, Sally sat indifferently on the outermost wooden stool, but when she picked up the black bread, her slightly raised gaze suddenly froze.

Beside the street, Roddy, armed with a short bow and a tomahawk, walked slowly.

Sally's heart beat faster in an instant, she hadn't thought about such a coincidence at all, but at this time, Roddy was literally ten meters in front of her, and Sally would never admit it!

She paused, then glanced slightly at the side: Karl was talking to the lieutenant about the horses, while the other guards beside him were eating with their heads down.

Turning her gaze, Sally turned her head to look at Roddy, and the two eyes met in an instant - Roddy's vigilant and sharp eyes swept over, and briefly stayed on Sally's face for half a second...

This half second was not even enough time for Sally to make any hints with her mouth, she just saw Roddy glance at herself, and then looked away without expression, looking elsewhere.

What's going on?

Sally was puzzled in her heart, and then immediately realized what the problem was: her appearance and outfit had been disguised by Carl, not to mention Roddy, I am afraid that even her father would not be able to recognize her standing in front of her!

The shape of her face changed, her hair color changed, and in order to disguise it thoroughly, Carl even smeared a layer of dark oil on the bare skin of her arms and ankles... Carl did everything without leaking anything, and didn't let Sally show any flaws at all.

Roddy walked forward anxiously—until the moment Sally passed him, she could even clearly see the beads of sweat on Roddy's face and the hilt of his sword in his hand.

She inhaled deeply, the distance between the two was unimaginably close, and even Sally could directly grab the corner of his clothes by simply reaching out her hand-

However, she eventually closed her eyes, lowered her head, and once again gave up the opportunity.

If the reason for giving up for the first time was still an element of taste and anger, then the reason for giving up at this time was entirely because of Sally's deepest feelings for him...

And a miss at this time may mean a lifetime of misses.

Roddy suddenly disappeared around the corner, and the pagan procession that had quickly finished their meal took their horses in the corners of the town, changed into adventurer costumes, and set out on their way out.

Sally pursed her lips and numbly followed the group.

"Die!"

The blade of the sword slashed down vertically with the battle qi, and the ghoul who pounced on him was cut in two on the spot, and the dirty black blood splattered on his cheeks, but Angmar didn't have time to wipe it off. He took two steps forward, smashed the hilt of his sword open the chest of a skeleton, kicked the other man away, and then turned back and yelled at the soldiers behind him, "Rush forward!

The Duke led the soldiers to fight bloodily in the square, but Wembsk in front ignored him, and the flesh and blood puppets violently attacked the shield array in front of them with both hands, trying to forcibly open the blocked exit - the soldiers had little ability to resist in the face of such monsters, and they were almost completely relying on their lives to delay time, if Wellington and Titus had not rejoined the battle group under Akasha's holy light treatment, I am afraid that the other party would have broken through the defense line long ago!

Duke Angmar's strength increased greatly after taking the potion, but this way of fighting that overdrew his life made him physically exhausted extremely quickly, just by slashing and killing seven or eight ghouls, he felt that the long sword in his palm was unusually heavy...

"Can't... You can't just give up..."

Struggling to calm his chaotic breathing, Angmar looked at the monster wreaking havoc in the crowd, and wanted to rush up to stop it, but then his gaze froze slightly, locking on a wooden building not far away.

He took a deep breath, clenched his sword, and rushed forward. With the help of the guards on both sides, Angmar quickly came to the hut, and after slashing the deadbolt with his sword, he pushed the door open and entered.

There were two shivering civilians in the dimly lit room, and Angmar wiped her bloody cheeks and whispered, "Shut the door, don't let anyone in, and don't go out." ”

After saying that, he climbed the stairs, rushed to the second floor, pushed the door to the balcony, and looked out at the chaotic square.

The smell of blood fills the air, and the city square is reduced to a slaughterhouse: running ghouls are frantically attacking civilians who have not yet fled, and three scattered cavalry teams are taking turns charging at the undead creatures.

The exits were blocked by a large number of shield-wielding soldiers, and the area where Wembsk was located became the center of the battle in the entire square, and Angmar was in the position of the opponent's advance at this time...

The Duke's face was now as pale as paper, because the effect of the potion had gradually begun to fade due to the use of "Battle Qi" to overdraft his body... But he didn't stop his movements, his eyes looked left and right, and Angmar jerked away the mess of wooden shelves and bottles and cans, clearing a path.

"Boom!"

Not far away, the golem's fist smashed a hole in the stone wall, and Wellington and Titus couldn't get close because of their furious attacks. After the influx of infantry was swept out, Wembsk jumped up suddenly, and instantly crossed seven or eight soldiers, and when the "bang" landed, it smashed the barricades that had just been piled up by the soldiers in the rear...

He stretched out his hand and picked up a thick wooden stake, "crackling" and swept away all the soldiers in front of him, tearing a huge gap in the defensive line, and then raised his arms and prepared to rush out of a bloody path, but just as he ran three steps, a figure jumped out of the building next to him.

Duke Angmar sprinted out of the balcony on the second floor, and pounced on Wembsk from the side with a long sword in hand!

"Poof!"

All the battle qi condensed on the blade, and the long sword in Angmar's hand slashed horizontally, cutting off his head at the moment when Wembsk didn't have time to dodge...

"Smack. ”

The flesh puppet's "head" fell to the ground, and then quickly became a puddle of rotten flesh due to the lack of necromantic power.

On the other side, the Duke of Angmar staggered and fell to the ground.

The fatal blow drained him of almost all his strength, and the Duke's hair quickly turned gray with aging, and the muscles of his body shrank... The pain of his life passing was excruciating, and he breathed heavily, then struggled to raise his head, clenched his sword, and looked at the enemy in front of him.

But the flesh golem didn't fall.

Having lost its head, it took two steps back, then stretched out its hands to support the buildings on both sides, and after a pause of a few seconds, a face belonging to Wembsk himself appeared on its chest, and he looked at the humans in front of him fiercely, and shouted: "Death!

Wembsk's hands were raised, and ghouls and skeletons throughout the square began to rush in his direction, following him and starting to rush towards the exit.

But Angmar, who was standing in front of them, held her sword in both hands and slowly stood up.

"Your time is over, fragile humanity..."

Wembsque reached out and grabbed Angmar by the neck and lifted him up with ease.

Wellington, Titus, and Akasha all saw this, and they frantically rushed over to help, but they were trapped more than twenty meters away because of the ghouls around them, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move on.

But the duke, who was pinched by the enemy, did not show weakness at all, he raised his hand and stabbed the long sword into the opponent's arm, and then drew a short dagger and threw it at Wembsk's cheek.

"Oh, damn it..."

The most important thing about the puppet is the "central core", and the core of the "flesh puppet" is Wembsk himself, originally he was protected by heavy flesh and blood and would not be revealed, but because of the loss of his head, he had no five senses to show his face to continue to manipulate the puppet...

However, this became his only flaw.

The dagger spun and stuck in his left eye, and Wembsk roared in pain, letting go of Angmar and pulling out the dagger, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the old man holding his body and lunging straight at him.

Angmar's body was like a withered branch at this time, but the momentum of this leap was even stronger than that of him at his peak.

The last trace of battle qi poured into the mutant hedron in his hand, and Angmar stretched out his arm and pressed it into Wembske's mouth.

"This is Hollier City..."Angmar was re-grasped by the other party's palm, but he no longer struggled, and a smile appeared on his old face again, "With me, where is your turn to be wild?"

In the next second, the incandescent light engulfed everything.

Thirty kilometers away, Sally, who was riding on horseback, was suddenly disturbed by the throbbing of her heart.

She blinked slowly, looked at the monotonous forest path in front of her and Bishop Karl in front of her, and slowly lowered her head.

Roddy is destined not to find himself again, so what next?

She could feel the strength of Bishop Karl's thinking - if the other party pressed her with mental power, under the severe headache, she probably wouldn't even have room to resist, let alone escape in this forest...

But where are they going to take themselves?

"My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the road ahead. ”

"Take four people to check it out. Others, the whole team rests. ”

Karl looked and saw that the middle of the road was blocked by several broken tree trunks, so he waved his hand and gave the order, and then turned and dismounted.

After making sure that she was still "obedient", Carl looked away and went to rest on his own.

"Where's Crowe?"

"My lord, he said that he was going to Xiaojie and would be back soon. ”

"Oh. ”

The conversation between the two could still be heard clearly more than ten meters away, but the infidel known as "Crow" had his throat slit and fell to the ground silently.