"Now, with every word they say, every second they waste, and one of their companions may become like them. ”

Confirming that the other party had no intention of kicking him again, Gran squeezed out of the crowd and ran quickly towards the south gate, using all his strength, before that, he had to adjust his spirit, otherwise another companion might die because of this, thinking of this, he forced out a bitter smile.

But wait for me, don't die.

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"Mistress Verte!!"

Poof!

Vertth hurriedly turned back to see a Templar half-kneeling with his back to him, pierced through his chest with a two-handed sword, and in front of him was a wolf cavalryman with another Templar in his hand, retracting his right hand in a throwing pose. In the midst of Verth's angry gaze, the wolf cavalry stuck out his tongue and stepped forward, continuing to make a throwing gesture that it was going to throw this time.

It was the Templar in his hand who was still twitching, like a perforated blood bag.

The fierce battle continued, they reached the edge of the south gate, constantly slashing the werewolves from the depths of the woodland, and constantly being torn apart by the other side, from the slight advantage at the beginning, to now being beaten and wounded and retreating step by step, they never had a chance to close the gate.

As long as someone dares to push, there will always be a huge mace that will smash the wheel controller to pieces. The owner of the mace has turquoise eyes, and Verte can feel the toying there, and the fact that the other party does not destroy the wheel is the greatest proof.

He was noticed by the beasts for slaying two wolf horsemen in quick succession during the scuffle, and they began to take special care of Verte, and every now and then he suddenly burst out of a deadly attack from somewhere else, and the Templar kneeling in front of him was the third man who had been killed or wounded in his own defense.

Seeing the posture of the wolf cavalry, Verte quickly dodged away and stayed away from the half-kneeling knight, the other party's target was himself, so whether he helped the knight to walk, or blocked in front of him, or directly dodged, the kneeling knight on the ground was just a result of death.

Closing the distance, he stared at the wolf cavalry, ready to dodge the next attack, but then he realized that he was wrong, and the beasts were still playing with them.

What the!!

Verte's eyes widened instantly, and after being slightly stunned, he immediately rushed towards the knight who was kneeling on the ground, and he saw the werewolf grin at him, and then threw out the projectile that was still twitching in his hand, but.

The target wasn't him! it was the warrior who was on his knees to protect himself!

Boom!

After all, it was slow, and he could only see two golden bodies crashing into each other and flying out, and even smashed over an ordinary werewolf.

This brute!

The vicar's anger was about to burst out of his chest, and he only had the hateful giant werewolf in his eyes, and he couldn't tolerate anything else, his blood-red eyes widened, and he carried the great sword that had cut countless gaps, and rushed forward with the momentum of threatening to split the opponent in half.

However, he was toyed with again, and the naked smile in the eyes of the other party's emerald beast made him feel like he had been poured a basin of ice water on his head in the flames of rage.

But the coldness didn't come from the top of his head, but from his sword-holding right arm, and a tremendous force tugged at his right arm, even lifting his feet off the ground, carrying him forward at a faster pace, towards the damned beast. The pair of green eyes were getting closer and closer, he wanted to swing his sword, but his right hand was completely unable to move, and when he turned his head to look, it was the mount of the wolf cavalry, which was biting his hand and running quickly, as if holding a piece of meat, which made him more and more angry, and his left hand was about to take the lead, but in the next moment, he felt a heart-rending pain in his abdomen, and at the same time, there was an extreme pain that the entire right arm seemed to be in flames.

"Lord Verte!!"

"Adult !!"

Vert, hearing the Templars shouting to him, some from his side, some from farther away, as if from Heaven, flew upside down, pulling out a line of blood. When the wolf staggered past the wolf cavalry with his arm in his mouth, the wolf cavalry gave him a kick and cooperated with the giant wolf to tear off his entire right arm.

"Mistress Verte!!"

Gran's eyes were torn, and the white armor on his chest was the sign of the vicar of the bishop, and as soon as he arrived, he saw the body flying upside down against the wall of a dwelling.

He wanted to slap himself to death, asking himself why he wasn't as powerful as Master Korovoz.

With the addition of the Awoken Healers, some of the dying Templars on the ground rose back to their feet and went into battle, away from the center of the battle, protected by several Templars, trying to save their comrades in the midst of deadly threats.

Vanth was dug out of the mud wall and carried to the side of the Holy Healer, and soon, he woke up, and despite everyone's resistance, the only remaining left hand picked up a random sword from the ground and rushed forward, rushing towards the beast guarding the side of the wheel.

The Templars and the Holy Healers tried their best, but several of the Awakened had exhausted their spirits and fainted, and the Templars were desperate to die, each with the momentum of slashing several swords at the other's body even if they died. But the situation is still getting worse, there are too many werewolves, and they are constantly coming from outside to join in the fight.

The angels of God began to retreat.

"Take Master Verte away!" Gran felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, even if he fainted in the next second, it was not surprising that the Holy Healer Awakened beside him was already lying on the ground, only himself, he had no choice.

He knelt on the ground, pulled the tall knight's leg again, pointed to the scarred and unconscious vicar of the vicar, and shouted, "I said take him away!!

The vast majority of the Church's forces were about to be destroyed at the South Gate, and they had no chance of victory, and Lord Verte was Lord Winktor's right-hand man, and he was worth more than the entire army on the march, and Gran knew this very well though he was almost fainting.

The tall knight was silent for a moment, then picked up the vicar, handed him to one of the first four Templars, and instructed, "Take your lord to the inner city gate, and Lord Finn will drop the sling and save him up." ”

"You—" The knight seemed reluctant, trying to say something but was interrupted.

"You have to live on our behalf, and we did what we had to do. And as the only witness, you live, we live. The tall knight said, gesturing to the other's heart.