"Yes, sir!"

The man turned and walked towards the east gate, and Sam went on to grab a soldier from the queue and ordered him to run back, find Lance's team, and let them go directly to the south gate.

"Others!follow me!!" Sam took the lead and began to run towards the south gate.

The werewolves from the south have already broken through the south gate, and when Lord Verte and the Templars get there, they may already face a flood that has opened the gates! Damn, if it weren't for the werewolves at the north gate approaching the inner city gate, Lord Korovoz would not have been forced to change his plans temporarily, so that the swift cavalry would probably have controlled the south gate before the werewolves!

What are those patrols and guards doing at the north and south gates?

Sam kept cheering up the soldiers, and at the same time thought hatefully in his heart.

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After the Awakened Healers took off their armor and ran as fast as the four Templars did, they chased straight ahead, and according to the distance they had pulled away, if their companions in front of them encountered one or two small groups of werewolves, then they should be able to see the backs of those people quickly, after all, they were also running with all their strength now.

Even if they didn't meet them on the road, they were only a little bit slower at most, as long as they weren't fatally injured, it should be easy to hold on until the arrival of the Holy Healing Awakened, these guys who are in the open space behind the back of the church every day, what strength does Gran know, although he hasn't seen a real werewolf so far, but come to think of it, even if they are against a real beast, they can still hold on.

Huh? What's that?

How can there be a golden reflection on the avenue ahead?

Gran was still wondering, but the tall Templar had accelerated again, and was running towards it first. As the distance drew closer, Gran saw something he hadn't expected anyway.

Corpses, a large number of corpses, starting from the first golden reflection that Glenn saw, in the open space in front of them, there were more than two dozen Templars lying scattered, like small golden flowers blooming in a weedy pile in the field, filling the gap between them, the corpses of werewolves several times their size, and before they could get close, blood and peculiar smells were already in their nostrils.

Gran's head was stunned, and he hurriedly ran over, anyway, this battle had just ended, as an awakened healer, the first task now was to see if anyone could still be rescued.

He ran towards a small golden flower, and before he could say anything, he had already knelt down, and slid to the other party's side by inertia, and in his ears was the sound of robes passing by, and the awakened people all had the same idea as him, saving people.

Quickly lifted the mask, checked the pulse of the other party's neck, the gas in the nostrils, and after the conclusion came out, he unwillingly checked it many times, and then used the holy healing technique on the other party's heart and forehead regardless of it, but it had no effect, and finally had to admit sadly that this brave warrior was dead.

Gran hugged the corpse, no longer seemed to care about the time and what the south gate, he gently stroked the extremely young face in his arms with his hand, the body temperature was still there, the face was pale, in another era, maybe it was the age when he was troubled by youth, but now he was lying in his arms.

It was the first Templar he had seen in his long history as an awakened healer, and more than twenty had died.

It's not that he didn't know the difficulties and dangers of this battle, and he didn't expect that a large number of people would die in battle, and even if he and even they failed, all the people in the outer city would die.

He was sad because they were lazy, slow, and a few minutes late.

Looking down at the puddles of blood pouring from the Templars' bodies, as if they were flowing from his heart, the two dozen cuts instantly sucked his mind out.

"Here!!There's a live one here!!"

It was Naseri's voice, sitting in the pile of corpses, Gran looked over there with a blank face, and saw that everyone had dropped their little golden flowers and gathered around them, and a large faint yellow light instantly lit up.

The yellow light continued, and soon, Gran heard the second words after arriving here.

"Don't save me!!" was a man's miserable voice, he cried, as if struggling hard, unwilling to cooperate with the treatment, "Please don't save me!"

At the man's strong request, the yellow light dissipated, which made Gran a little curious, wanting to see what kind of injury it was, knocking down the hearts of these warriors who were not afraid of werewolves, he finally looked at the young man in his arms, kissed the other party's forehead, and muttered.

"You're a hero. ”

Pull off the other's mask and gently lower him to the ground, like a small golden flower for all the dead Templars here.

Gran walked over the crowd and over their shoulders, where he saw a Templar who had lost a hand or a foot leaning on top of his companion, howling and urging them to leave the south gate for support, and demanding that the four Templars kill him.

From his staccato words, Gran made up the picture of the two speeding teams meeting in a narrow way, and after paying a terrible price, annihilated the large group of werewolves pouring in from the south gate. Then, the deputy bishop of Verte could only leave behind the wounded who could not continue to move, and hoped that the Holy Healer Awakened who would arrive later, and continued to rush towards the south gate with the rest of his men, in order to exchange his flesh and blood for a little chance of victory.

Just because there were no Holy Healer Awakened in the group, the twenty or so seriously injured and dying Templars could only look at each other, watching their companions lie down one by one and swallow their breath.

It's just because my gang is slow.

"Go away," Gran pushed away the crowd in front of him, carrying a two-handed sword he had picked up from the ground, the body of which was covered in gaps and half-dried blood clots, which slipped from the sword as he was lifted.

"It's time for us to go, as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, in the stunned eyes of all his companions who had no time to react, Gran stabbed the blade into the knight's heart, and for a moment he seemed to see the other man's bloody smile and the gratitude in his tearful eyes.

The tall knight was the first to react, and he stood up and raised his foot to kick Gran's stomach, but when he suddenly looked up, the kicking foot stopped suddenly, and he met Gran's tearful face.

"You can beat me, but can you let me use all my energy first," Gran wiped away her tears and choked in the direction of the south gate, "on your companion in front." ”