"Ah!!h

"Kill it!! kill it!!!"

......

The knights in the first row began to shout uncontrollably, and then in a [boom-boom-boom-boom] sound, the horses, spears and armor officially collided with the wolf crowd that came from mid-air with teeth and claws.

Then, a dull crash, sharp weapons into the flesh, neighing and screaming of war horses...... These voices erupted again against the backdrop of the ghost crying wolf.

Werewolves who don't have much strength left are usually pierced by the riding spear in mid-air, and then hit by the war horse and the shield, and are trampled by the horse's hooves as soon as they roll to the ground, and after the first round of impact, the fear does not have time to reach the climax, and they are thrown aside by the knights, they have no time to be afraid, and the knights must adjust their riding guns with the height of the werewolf's jump, otherwise they can only use the shield to resist the flying beasts.

After the first row of knights hit the first round, most of the horsemen had already dropped their rifles, the second round of shields were knocked away, and even a few unlucky people and werewolves rolled off their mounts, and then they were trampled to death together, and then the continuous impact, the first row of knights were left only with Korovoz and a few people around him. The knights are like rows of sand bars, and the werewolves are like raindrops, and after the raindrops wash away, the array becomes a cone, and at the tip of the cone is a bloodied Korovoz.

The cavalry suffered heavy losses, but the rain had almost stopped.

"Follow me!don't slow down!!!" Crovods roared as he crouched on his horse. Behind them, there were quite a few corpses of humans and war horses, and the number of werewolves was several times that of them.

Although there were still intermittent groups of three or five werewolves in front of them, they could no longer stop them in the face of the knights who had withstood the baptism of heavy rain.

"Who lent me his spear!"

A knight behind him sped forward, and with an excited expression, handed the blood-stained spear in his hand to Korovoz.

"My name, my name is Babu, my lord, let me follow you!"

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"Gran, how did Lord Korovoz go?" asked Naseri, worried.

"I don't know, but there should be instructions for us soon. ”

Sure enough, as soon as Glenn finished speaking, the vicar's shout faintly reached the ears of the two men, and although it was not clear what he was shouting, the Templars began to run, and at the same time turned, just as agreed.

Gran and Nassri hurriedly followed the group, the Templars were not the same as the heavy infantry behind them, but they were carrying a large sword, not a heavy iron shield, and with the blessing of courage, the two of them could be regarded as light as swallows. However, those who hung at the end of the line like them were particularly familiar with their backs and running postures.

If it weren't for the care of them, the Templars, who looked as light as a swallow, would have run faster.

However, it didn't take long for the idea to come to his senses, and Gran noticed that all but four Templars had begun to slow down and approach them, and the others were already running towards them at a rapid pace, and the distance was getting wider and wider, and soon only a small figure could be seen.

"Master Verte said, "We are going to the farthest south gate. One of the particularly tall Templars shouted at the group.

However, there was not much reaction from everyone, although I don't know why Lord Korovoz and the group of noble lords suddenly accelerated in advance, and ran towards the north gate, which was originally a heavy infantry mission. But since this is the case, the Templars must go to the south gate, otherwise let the nobles with large shields go, and the daylilies will be cold by then.

However, although no one asked why, the Templar explained, "Lord Korovoz has seen the werewolf, so we can only rush out and intercept it, otherwise we will still be stuck in the crowd and the werewolf will pounce on the face, and that will be the end." ”

These are not problems, anyway, they are not the main force in this situation anyway, the most likely is that they feel the South Gate, the Templars have already controlled the South Gate, they only need to treat the wounded. As long as you run there, the holy healing does not consume physical strength.

"I said," said Gran, trying to slow down his breathing, and whispered slowly toward the tall knight, "shouldn't you four come over here and relay the news, and catch up quickly?"

"No, our mission is to protect you, after all, you will almost always encounter werewolves along the way, you are not good at fighting, if you are delayed, you will not be able to support the people in front of you in time. Fragile healed awakened ones, you are their life. ”

Gran noticed that he hadn't taken a breath before he finished speaking, and he looked at the other party's broad shoulders again, grass, this is really too strong to speak.

"I heard that Lord Korovoz is also an awakened healer, he doesn't feel a little vulnerable, we're just lazy, not weak. ”

"Does it make a difference?"

“......”

Gran looked up ahead, and a large number of fast-moving Templars had completely disappeared after submerging into the residential area, and it seemed that there was no way to stop them, but even if a few werewolves scurried over there, it was almost as if there were none.

He suddenly had an idea if his group could keep up with the other side, since there were Templars in front of him...... The route the Templars took was undoubtedly like a ravine ploughed by oxen, and it was perfectly safe until the werewolves did not re-enter the ravine.

Thinking of this, Gran made a decision, he had to get everyone's approval.

"Guys!" cried Gran, "let's get rid of this damn tin can, do you really think you're going to run to the south gate with it on your back, it's just going to make you stupid and tired on the road!"

Expectedly, these people should have objected loudly, Gran, are you insane, and you don't have a piece of armor to fight with werewolves? However, no, except for a few people who whispered a few words that they couldn't hear clearly, most of them looked up at him and continued to run silently with their heads down. Only Nasseri and the tall Templar stared at him with puzzled eyes.

"Gran, it's not like you're in the city, and if you take off your armor, a werewolf can disembowel you. The tall Templar said disapprovingly, and his tone made it seem that if he wasn't bored, he would never have bothered with Gran.

Only Nasseri still looked at Gran steadily, which gave him a little more confidence in his heart, so Gran shouted out his thoughts intermittently with an indifferent attitude.