The crash of skeletons,

The roar of the walking corpse,

The roar of the warriors,

The groans and wails of the wounded......

The battlefield was different from the quiet basement, and Green felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, eager to jump.

Save!

How to save people!

Green pulled his thoughts back, threw himself at the priest's side, and pulled his hand:

"The moment I draw my sword, give him healing!"

Rutherford nodded.

Green took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and pulled out the bone sword with the strength of his shoulder.

At that moment, there was only one voice in Green's head: I'm so stupid, I should put a tourniquet on him first!

Rutherford Cook's mistake was remedied by casting the healing spell as soon as possible. Heals are friendlier than disease removal, giving priority to fatal wounds and larger wounds to a lesser extent, if not spell control.

As the knowledge of skill faded in the priest's mind, Rutherford knew that the magic had succeeded.

The blood gushing out of the thighs first stopped, and the muscles, fat, fascia, dermis, and epidermis healed layer by layer.

The warrior looked at the wound on his leg, overcame the phantom pain, stood up, said thank you, and rejoined the battle.

Green fell to her knees, and before she could get up, she saw a warrior fall straight in front of her.

The warrior had an arrow stuck in his chest, almost peeking through his back. His mouth was slurred and he spat out layers of blood.

"Help me...... Save ......"

Green heard the two words clearly, and then watched as the warrior's eyes lost their brilliance, and the black veins on his face burst out.

The arrows not only pierced his lungs, but also brought him curses and toxins.

Green covered his face and wanted to cry without tears. She wanted to let go of her voice and shout, but it was as if she was choked by the neck, and she couldn't make any sound.

"Doctor, please help me sew up, I'm going back to fighting." One of the fighters retreated, and was filled by a partner.

His arm was sliced open with a scimitar, revealing the layers of muscle within. Such injuries are not fatal, but they can weaken the arm.

Green didn't have time for the priest to administer anesthesia, and directly began the stitches with the needle handler. Warriors do not feel pain in a state of accelerated adrenaline secretion. She suddenly felt that every word the Sage said was so important, as if she had encountered this situation countless times.

"It hurts." The warrior stood up and shook his hand: "Thank you." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he picked up a spear and went into battle again, screaming and piercing the abdomen of a walking corpse.

Experienced explorers began to take turns dealing with minor injuries while the circle could still be maintained. It seems that the tide of war has been maintained, but everyone knows that this is the last dignity. Because they have lost the determination to break through, they just hope to kill a few more demons before they die.

The Fallen Rogmerina hadn't made a move yet, just watched from the sidelines.

Once that fallen Rog who can hang Kaxia makes a move, no one here can withstand her casual blow.

"It's game over." Fallen Rogmerina whispered.

Like a lament, ringing in everyone's ears.

The skeleton and the walking corpse are separated from each other, revealing the figure of the fallen Rog.

It pulled out a black afterimage and rushed towards the circle that was barely holding on.

While!

The deafening sound of collision pounded on everyone's eardrum.

Luke Stitch Knight blocked the onslaught of Fallen Rog with his shoulder.

His shoulder armor was completely concave, and his hind legs trembled.

Beneath the mask, Luke's entire face was distorted and soaked in cold sweat.

"Hey!"

Antiope slashed his saber and slashed at the demon's neck.

At the same time, Peggy's tomahawk silently slashed horizontally at Fallen Rog's bare abdomen. She lifts weights like light, and her tomahawk is as good as a dagger, and as well-behaved as a serpent's letter.

Before the others could react, Fallen Rog flipped backwards and pulled the afterimage back to ten meters away. It moves so fast that one thinks it's some kind of teleportation spell.

"It's interesting, can you stop me again?" Fallen Rog chuckled under his breath.

Everyone could see that the knight in full plate armor had his right arm hanging down, and his whole body was trembling.

The Blood Raven laughed, "I want to please your Great Majesty with your fear and despair. ”

The skeletons and walking corpses suddenly rushed forward, even more violently than before.

The warriors were beaten backwards, and in a few breaths fell four shield battles.

Luke Stitch gave up his half-sword, picked up a round shield in his left hand, and slammed it into the rushing corpse. The plate armor he was wearing was easily scratched by the walking corpses, but he remained undaunted.

"As long as we believe in the light, as long as we keep fighting, even if we die in battle—

This fire will not be extinguished, but the darkness will burn through! ”

Luke recites aloud.

The Sage's speech at the Battle of Blackstone Castle has long been spread among the taverns and caravans' bonfires, and it can be said to be familiar.

Every time Luke listens to someone read aloud, his blood boils. At this moment, with each word he recited, he would use his remaining arm to unleash the power of his whole body, shattering the heads of the walking corpses and scattering the skeletons.

"As long as we believe in the light!"

More warriors recited along, wielding swords like a forest.

Three or four more fighters fell to the ground.

The twenty-five team was reduced by more than half, but no one collapsed.

The circle moved again—

"As long as we keep fighting!"

The fighters shouted.

"Even if we die in battle!"

The girls' voices continued.

Green threw down the operating box and picked up Santis's stick, his eyes full of determination ready to fill in the position.

"This fire will not be extinguished, but the darkness will burn through!"

The knight and his companions shouted the last sentence in a loud voice, feeling their whole body filled with strength.

He saw the fallen Rog unleash his bow and arrows.

I saw arrows flying towards me.

He didn't dodge, but swung his shield and struck the arrow with the rim of the shield.

The arrow was deflected by the shield, but it did not lose its strength, piercing Luke's breastplate.

This was the thickest part of the plate armor, but it was easily pierced by Fallen Roger's arrows, piercing directly into the pectorals.

Luke was tossed to the ground by the sheer force, his eyes shaking, and he saw the gloomy sky.

His mind flashed to the conversation he had with the Sage this morning, the little awkwardness with Peggy earlier, and the dinner with Antiope last night...... His thoughts flew faster and faster, and the time for his past experiences to stay in front of him became shorter and shorter.

Eventually, the vision in front of him rested on the face of a middle-aged man with a mustache, who was Luke's father.

Father's face shattered.

It was pitch black, and in an instant, a point of light lit up in the darkness.

One by two,

Three or four,

dots are connected into lines,

The lines are connected into pieces.

Luke screeched up, nearly breaking through the circle his companions had just assembled.

"Sacrifice!"

Luke roared powerful language, but no one could understand it.

The shield swept and the skeleton cracked.