The thing that Lothar said could help the sailors stop the bleeding was the iron-like discus that was common in the workshop, and was usually used to create patterns and shapes on iron. And just now the ghoul used a red-hot half-finished iron sword to give the count inspiration, the high temperature, can stop the bleeding. Both the lynx and the first mate quickly understood what he meant, and the informant turned his head to look out the door, the moans of the wounded could be faintly heard.

"There should be no problem with the broken finger for a while, and the broken leg won't last long. You know what I mean, right?"

The Count of Montenegro nodded, he knew very well how long that amount of blood would kill a person.

"Then let's not delay, rush in and kill all the! Get the soldering iron!" the first mate whispered, letting the scimitar in his hand flip in the air.

"No, I'll go alone. Get the soldering iron back first, don't rush to kill these guys, they won't leave here. You and the lynx, protect the wounded. Lothar held out his hand to stop the first mate's actions, and he frowned slightly, leaving no room for retort in his tone.

The suggestion to go into the workshop alone was not due to the count's conceit or guilt for the battle he had just shown. On the contrary, the blood of his companions completely awakened Lothar's calm side as a commander, and he soon realized that if he and the first mate rushed in together, they might have an advantage in frontal combat. But don't forget, there are still three entrances and exits to this workshop, and the two wounded people who remained outside the main gate are not only incapacitated, but also bleeding. Lynx alone can't protect them.

The first mate's face showed obvious reluctance, but he could understand Lothar's decision. Facing Lothar, who was about to leave, he had only one question, "Are you sure to come back?"

He was answered by the Count's back and a thumbs up in his left hand. Somehow, this back reminded the first mate of the time when he met Captain Hafdan at sea, and the figure who snatched the captain's rudder and sailed away from the reef with the crew in the storm bears a resemblance to the image of Lothar. "Cut, these guys. The first mate spat on the ground and turned to walk out the door, where he had to protect the wounded. The lynx followed the sailor, and he could understand why the first mate had said that.

"Maybe there is some kind of will in this world that determines who can be captains and who can only wipe the deck. But let me say that being a captain is not necessarily a good thing. You never know what the things that gave you this so-called mission, maybe, they want to see you make a name for themselves, maybe, they want to see you torn apart. Who knows. ”

Lothar really couldn't tell the Lynx what was going on, and in fact, he didn't need to. Because the earl never believed that the fate of people in this world was decided, knights believed in fate, but knights also had the courage to challenge fate, there has never been a shortage of people in history who dared to charge in the face of mortal battles, and there will be no shortage of such people in the future. Besides, the Count didn't think that a few ghouls who hadn't been fully transformed would be able to take their lives.

The Count kept an even stride towards the interior of the workshop, he had already seen the appearance of his opponent from the corpses of the two ghouls just now, these things were not much different from humans except for the alienated mouths, that is, they had no direct and lethal means of attack other than gnawing. That's good news, but the bad news is that these ghouls don't seem to have completely lost their minds, and they still have the intelligence to use tools. This left Lothar unsure of who she would face.

"Shh But even so, he didn't choose to take the initiative, but pretended not to know and continued to approach the furnace that was still working in the depths of the workshop, where he could find what he needed. It didn't do the Count any good to fight those ghouls before this, and he remembered very well how miserable he had ended the last time he had been defeated by more than one enemy.

The forge is not far away, and the sparks scattered out of the furnace fire are like some kind of insects, flying irregularly in the air. Lothar didn't turn his head, but glanced diagonally upwards with the rest of his eyes, and in the shadow of the beams he could hear the heaviest of all breaths. That must be the strongest of the ghouls.

"Tick!" the sound of liquid dripping was particularly crisp in the depths of the workshop, except that it was not the saliva of monsters or the rain leaking from the roofs that fell to the ground, but golden grease, human grease. Lothar now understood why the ghouls had gathered in the workshop and ensured that the fire in the forge was not extinguished, and that they were roasting meat with it. "Smack!" a hand, a right hand to be exact, fell weakly onto the top of the drops of grease, and the discolored flesh showed obvious signs of being grilled.

Lothar looked at her palm a few steps away, and the last hesitation in her heart dissipated. "You brought it on yourself. The Count said, holding the battle axe in both hands and swinging it upwards! The position coincided with the trajectory of the ghoul who had jumped off the beam, and the trajectory of the ghoul that had jumped off the beam was in mid-air! "Gaha!" The monster with a body more mutated than the other ghouls, its skin festering and its nails thick, yellowed with its dog-like mouth, made a sound of intimidation or pain. The tip of the Fool's Righteous Axe sank deep into the monster's chest, and some yellow and red liquid flowed out of the bleeding groove on the blade, reminiscent of a purulent wound.

"Gaha!" But even with the blow to his chest, the ghoul hanging from the tomahawk did not give up its desire to eat blood, and the two strange forelimbs, which were far from the arms of ordinary people, swung towards Lothar, trying to scratch the latter's cheeks. The Count didn't give his enemy a chance to do so, he turned around, used his battle axe as a spear, and rushed straight into the flames of the furnace with the monster in his head!

The smell of burnt human flesh hit Lothar, causing him to wrinkle his nose unconsciously, but despite this, he still held on to his tomahawk, not giving his opponent any chance of escape. Finally, when the misshapen head fell from its charred neck and fell into the fire, Lothar withdrew his tomahawk. The front end of the Fool's Justice was blackened by the fire, and if it was an ordinary weapon, I am afraid it would have melted in such a high temperature.

Having dealt with the enemy in front of him, Lothar turned to be wary of the other ghouls around him, and the ghouls, seeing that the most powerful of them were easily dealt with, looked terrified and hid in the shadows. The Count was so happy that he held the battle axe in his right hand, reached to the workbench with his left hand, carefully and slowly picked up a soldering iron, and lowered it into the flames of the forge behind him, when an idea came to his mind.

A few minutes later, just as the Bobcat and the First Officer were about to think that Lothar had been eaten by ghouls, the warrior burst out of the main entrance with a red-hot iron in hand. He handed the soldering iron to the Lynx and let the latter handle the wounded, while he himself began to close the doors of the workshop. "Go find something to jam the other doors and don't let them escape!" he shouted to the first mate.

The big copy wanted to ask Lothar why the monsters ran out, but a few wisps of black smoke made him no longer hesitate, and immediately ran to find the materials to block the door. This tarantula, he actually got the charcoal fire out of the forge, and he was going to burn this workshop.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors