Lothar felt that he was very close to death, and in short, he felt that he was about to die. This sense of despair does not come from emotional pessimism, on the contrary, it is rational. The Count of Montenegro, who has undergone systematic and rigorous training, is well aware of the limits of his combat ability, and even more aware of the powerlessness of a warrior in the face of an opponent who is several times his size. This weakness is especially evident when his opponents have experienced training that is no less than his own, and at the same time he has a tight coordination and high fighting spirit. Lothar's only advantage in the face of such an opponent is that his innate muscles and body structure are better adapted to moving in the air, and his opponent, the Kraken, or rather, the Shark-toothed Kraken, is somewhat helpless in the air.

"Ding!" The sparks emitted by the collision of blades illuminated the dark void, and Lothar chose to deceive himself in the face of the enemy who surrounded him, he used his tomahawk to suppress the enemy's weapons, and relied on brute force to force the opponent to switch places with him, hoping to get out of the situation of being attacked on his back. Unfortunately, the Krakens that surrounded him had better dark vision than he did, and the wind in his ears alerted the Count that at least two weapons were coming at him from behind. There is no way to avoid it, this is Lothar's judgment in an instant, since this is the case, the best choice the knight can make now is not to protect himself, but to minimize the damage he is about to take, and at the same time create opportunities with his own injuries.

"Hah!" Lothar yelled, and his left hand, which was holding the tomahawk, suddenly released. The strength of the right hand left is naturally not comparable to the full strength of the suppressed kraken, and the kraken obviously did not expect the count to suddenly withdraw his strength, he instinctively slammed forward, and his right shoulder was grabbed by Lothar's left hand, "Help me block it!" The poor kraken, who was unable to stop the car by his own strength, turned into the earl's human shield through the guidance of Lothar's left hand, and before he even had time to call the friendly troops on the opposite side to stop, he was stabbed in the chest. But this shield was not as good as the close-fitting armor, and the sharp spear-like weapon of the other sneak attacker dodged his companion and pierced Lothar's right rib accurately!

The Count gritted his teeth, pushed the human shield forward with his left hand to block the enemy on the left, and stabbed his opponent in the head with the handle of his tomahawk with his right hand, knocking the enemy to a beating! He took two sharp steps back, making sure that no one could catch up with him at once, and then turned his head to search the darkness for the traces of his companions, and soon he saw phosphorus fire not far away.

Speaking of how the team managed to deal with these Krakens, Lothar was actually confused. It happened after they left the giant's hand bones, and after learning the important information about the giant's recovery, the team's purpose shifted from exploration to finding a way out of here. As for the commission of the shell people, the result is already very obvious, the birth of the shell people is completely because of the energy that escaped after the death of the thunder giant, and now the resurrection of the giant is imminent, not to mention the energy that escapes for the shell people to reproduce, or it will not be long before the shell people who are still alive may be like the crown of thorns close to the hand bones by the bones that raised them to suck their own vitality. However, despite this fact, the team did not rush back to report the news to the Shell people, anyway, judging from the reaction of the Thorn Crown, the Shell people would not panic because of this kind of thing, and with the speed of the giant's recovery, it made little difference that they knew about it sooner or later.

So before that, they hoped to see all the giant's skeletons in the safe area under the leadership of the crown of thorns, first, to further confirm the recovery progress of the giant, second, to search for clues to the exit, and third, before seeing the missing giant's skull, everyone was somewhat uneasy because of the conjecture put forward by Fitis. Anyway, it's crazy that the Thunder Giant was beheaded. And these angry shark-toothed sirens, as if they had suddenly grown out of the darkness, attacked the restless squad.

They are far outnumbered by the squad, and each of them is not much worse than Lothar and Fioni, but the most important thing is that the attacking team has a very clear combat idea, divide and kill. Almost at the very beginning of the attack, the Sharktooth Siren used various methods to widen the distance between the team members, even if there were some casualties, it also expanded the possibility of mutual assistance between them. The witches were able to prevent this from happening, but they hesitated, because the gravitational pull of magic in this space made them jealous, and this hesitation made the situation become what it was in front of them. Lothar didn't know how many people were besieging him, and he didn't know how many enemies there were, and the phosphorus torches were extinguished by the other side at the beginning of the attack, and the connection between the members was cut off one after another. In the Earl's senses, they were now like a herd of deer driven away by hunters, exhausted by the light of fire and the roar of hounds.

As the glow of the phosphoic fire drew closer, Lothar noticed the unique ornaments on the Sirens with their backs to them, and their identities became more certain. Blood loss can be fatal on the battlefield, especially for those who use heavy weapons like warhammers and tomahawks, where the lack of oxygen supply to their muscles prevents them from using their weapons smoothly, and even reduces their movement and reaction speed. Of course, the Count understood his condition, and it was not that he did not want to stop the bleeding of his wound first, but the current circumstances did not allow him to do so. The long-handled weapon that had pierced his leather armor and skin was topped with tiny barbs like conch shells, which added to the severity of the wound, and even Lothar wondered if his internal organs would fall out of the wound if he ran so fast. Fortunately, he was close enough to still hold Phospho under siege, and that person should have been one of the three witches, or two or more members of the squad who had not yet been divided. As long as you join them, the tide of battle will turn around.

But Lothar didn't think of a thing, why must it be his own person who held the phosphorus fire at this time? The kraken, who had turned his back to him, suddenly turned around, as if he had been attacked by something, and the count didn't care about the wound, and saw the opportunity to rush into this breach with all his might, but he didn't notice the disdainful smile on the corners of the kraken's lips on both sides. "Poof!" the sudden pain came from two cold, damp spears with the heads of which passed under his ribs. Lothar stared at the spear sticking out of her abdomen for a few seconds before she finally understood what it meant. He looked up, trying to make out his already somewhat blurred vision, and then she saw the man with the phosphorus torch approaching. He recognized the man, Jaquia, the chief hunter of the Sharktooth Clan. Her sharp teeth, glowing in the dark blue of the phosphoric fire, constituted a nightmare that the Count would never forget.

The ringing in Lothar's ears grew louder and louder, and the last thing he could hear was the voice of one of the two Krakens who stabbed him, "What about this human?"

"Kill him. ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors