The black mist rose and spread to the waists of Rogge and the explorer.

"Arise, my servant." Fallen Rogmerina shouted, her voice echoing throughout the Boneyard.

Countless crows flew into the sky and circled in the clouds.

The ground shook, and countless tarnished hand bones came out of the ground with a clicking sound. The earth seemed to be torn apart, and the skeleton rose from it, rushing towards the fresh flesh.

Peggy quickly pulled out a bottle of silver liquid from her belt, which was the same sun holy water that was used for battle. Without hesitation, she sprinkled the holy water, forming an arc of silver blades in front of her.

The holy water fell on the skeleton with a sizzling sound, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt bones.

The holy water fell to the ground, and wisps of green smoke rose from the polluted earth, but the color did not change in the slightest.

The land has been completely defiled.

"Run!" Peggy shouted.

It was late, and more skeletons and walking corpses came out from behind the two squads.

The squad quickly changed formations, consisting of shield warriors on the periphery, pikemen on the inside, and archers at the core. The sturdy Righteous Armament blocked the skeletons' first attack, but the way back was completely sealed by skeletons and walking corpses.

With a thud, Peggy shattered the rushing skeletons, and saw other fallen rogers wandering in the shadows.

Loud shouts rang out, and the warriors slain skeletons and walking corpses and moved outward. Every step takes a great deal of effort, because these products of evil seem endless.

The skeletons made a clattering sound of knots colliding and rushed at the warrior without fear, even if they were slashed to pieces.

The walking corpse made a muffled guttural sound like slimy phlegm and clutched at the shield. The Righteous Armament blocked their claws, and gave the spearmen a chance to stab them in the shell. The power of light bursts out from the shell of evil, crushing the convergence of necromantic power.

The walking corpse quickly dissolves into a puddle of mud and melts into the dirt.

The battle circle formed by the soldiers slowly moved towards the periphery, and the distance of hundreds of meters was like a moat.

Fallen Rog began to fire arrows. They are excellent warriors in their lifetimes, and when they are corrupted, they gain greater power.

Every Fallen Rog outside of the Blood Raven has the strength of Sequence 6, even if it appears alone, it is a headache for the Rogges, not to mention that this is the lair of the Fallen Rogge. For thousands of years, all the Rogers who died in battle were transported back here as much as possible, which is why this place is called the Burial Place.

Warriors parry the skeleton walking corpses as well as the arrows, which are powerful enough to knock people back.

"Ahh

One of the warriors exposed his body at the moment of blocking the arrow, and was slashed by a scimitar covered in rust. The scimitar cut his abdomen horizontally, and his intestines were about to flow out.

The warrior behind him pulled him to the ground and dragged him into the center of the circle. The surrounding shield warriors quickly filled in and blocked the gap.

Green Blanche breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. She finally understood the Sage's painstaking intentions at this moment. If it weren't for the Sage's persistence and strength, she wouldn't have known how to face such a large wound, and she wouldn't have been able to tell the severity of the injury.

"It doesn't matter! Didn't hurt the intestines! Green loudly comforted the wounded, but also comforted himself. The nun, who was on the battlefield for the first time, cried out: "Priest, anesthesia! ”

Rutherford Cook finally recovered from his panic, crouched down, and administered an [anesthetization] to the wounded warrior. He saw that the warrior was visibly relaxed, and a sense of accomplishment burned in his heart, but then he thought that he would probably die here today, and suddenly fell into a trough.

The priest knelt down and asked the servant Santis to take out four candles, put them in the four corners, and began to recite the prayer silently:

"The guardian on the platform of Guangyun;

comrades-in-arms of kindness and justice;

Champion of order.

I beg you to answer my prayers......"

Green didn't respect the priest who could only pray, but after using the magic technique, his role was complete. The wounded warrior slowly opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but was pushed down by the nun's sister:

"Don't move, I'll help you stitch up your wounds."

Green found himself in a calm manner, and he was extremely skillful in threading the needle. The nervousness was put behind me, and the only thought was to save the wounded and get the fighters out of here alive.

Sou!

An arrow struck Sister Grimm in the heart, and she felt a sense of foreboding.

Yes!

After screaming, one of the fighters fell to the ground with a bang.

The arrow pierced his neck, breaking his cervical vertebrae, causing his head to fold into strange shapes, and his eyes quickly lost focus, no longer breathing of life.

Green took a deep breath, held the needle holder, and plunged the elbow needle into the skin, using the continuous seam suture method. She remembered that the Sage had said that this kind of stitching method would stop the bleeding quickly. It seemed that the Sage had said something at the time, but Green felt that stopping the bleeding and not letting the wound burst was the most important thing at the moment, and everything could be reprocessed after going back and waiting for the Sage to deal with it again.

"Hey, you, help him up! Keep up! Green quickly stitched up the wound and called Santis to come and pick up the warrior.

Santis then realized that he was holding the long stick tightly for a long time, and did not make any movements. He hurriedly leaned over to lift up the wounded man, and shouted to his master, who was still praying, "Sir, get up and take a hand, it is more useful than praying." ”

Ratherford Cook paid no heed to Santis' shouts, and continued to recite the prayer in anticipation of the Holy One's response. He did not suspect that the Holy One could not hear prayers in this world, but that his heart was not calm enough to spread it.

The fallen Rog on the periphery sped up the speed of his arrows, and two warriors were killed.

Immediately after, another shield warrior was stabbed into the abdomen by the claws of the walking corpse.

Horrified to find the walking corpse with his intestines hanging in his hands, the shield warrior lost his mind, chased two steps, and threw himself forward, and no one could pull him back.

The wounded warrior lived up to Green's treatment, grabbed a crossbow, took aim, pulled the trigger, and rejoined the fight.

The circle of defense shrinks again, and a shield warrior is stabbed in the liver by a skeleton soldier, only to be pulled back into the circle by his comrades.

Green covered his wound with his hand, blood still gushing out.

"Priest! Healing! ”

Green knew that the liver was underneath, and he didn't have the ability to suture his internal organs.

Rutherford opened his eyes and saw that the wounded man's eyes had lost their brilliance and that he could no longer feel any signs of life. He shook his head slightly, and once again immersed himself in prayer.

Green wiped away a handful of tears, and his entire face was stained with blood. She didn't have time to grieve, because another fighter was wounded and retreated. Luckily this time, a bone sword pierced his thigh, stabbing in from the front and peeking through the back, luckily avoiding the femoral artery.

Green nervously held the bone sword, his mind sketching out the musculature and blood vessels beneath the injured part, and was frustrated to find that he had no confidence to pull the bone sword out. With the slightest carelessness, the bone sword will cut the warrior's arteries. That would be the greatest tragedy, the warrior did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at his own hands.

It would be nice to have a few more partial anatomies of the legs!