"Call the doctor, he must stop the bleeding immediately!" the men hurriedly placed Tanan on a long table under the city, and then took off his armor, revealing the wounds on his body.

The wounds were open like freshly ripe pomegranates, revealing a sensational red and white color, and bubbling with blood.

Is that still the body of a normal person? Except for the new wounds, the wounds that have healed are so dense that there is hardly an inch of intact place on the whole body!

"Give me the best tequila!" Tanan struggled.

Immediately, a few people handed over a few skins of tequila. Tequila is bitter and fierce, and is a favorite of bloodthirsty warriors. Tanan bit the plug off with his teeth, took a few sips, and poured all the wine over his wounds!

What kind of pain should that be? Tanan's whole body trembled, but this iron-clad man gritted his teeth and didn't say a word!

"Give him a stick to bite on, or he'll bite his gums!" Christine scurried down the stairs.

"Where's the doctor? Doctor, damn it, where is he?"

"He's packing up his surgical instruments in the medical clinic, and he should be here soon!"

"Give me a soldering iron!" Tanan took the stick, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Christine said worriedly.

"Help me! I can't put these wounds together!"

Christine nodded. Tanan bit the stick and imprinted the red-hot iron on the wound!

Smoke immediately rose from the air, accompanied by the stench of burning!

Several wounds were cemented with a soldering iron, and Tanan nearly passed out.

"Let me see!" a gray-bearded old man panted through the crowd, followed by several nuns with large bags of instruments.

"I really want to beat you!" Christine angrily grabbed the old man's collar and picked up his big fist: "You bring so many things, where are you going to open a clinic?"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I can't be sure of his injuries, so I've brought everything I could use!"

"Look at you old fool, you're still carrying a saw and an axe! Are you going to cut off his hands and feet?"

"Oh my God, look at Tanan!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Everyone looked at his fingers, only to see a big bag bulging from Tanan's bare lower abdomen, and it was squirming towards the heart!

A big white hand grabbed the sarcoma one after another: "Cut it immediately, or he will become the next Death Judge!"

It was the necromancer in the colony outside the gate! He was the one who struck in time to block the large number of scarabs pursuing Tanan with a burning wall of fire.

"Does it have to be like this? I have to cut off a large piece of his flesh, and I'm afraid his intestines will come out!" the old man's hands trembled.

Christine snatched the scalpel from his hand and began to remove the huge sarcoma!

Tanan was awakened by a sharp pain. He nodded gratefully to the group.

"Don't stop the bleeding yet!" Christine said as she dropped the scalpel in her hand and glared.

"I don't need his stinking drugs!" Tanan fumbled tentatively around his waist.

"What are you looking for? is this it?" Christine helped him remove the holy blood vial hanging from his waist.

Tanan nodded in relief, then collapsed weakly on the table.

It was a healing relic composed of a mysterious substance obtained by mashing the Ring of Life and the Ring of Vitality, mixed with a vial of vitality filled with the blood of the Holy Dragon. The bottle was filled with a mysterious green glow, and Christine poured out some and applied it evenly to Tanan's wound.

"Is he alright?" General Leo appeared as he pushed through the crowd.

"Thankfully, thanks to the Divine Blood Vial, he's lost too much blood...... The army of the undead didn't attack?"

"No! they're preparing...... Maybe tomorrow will attack!" General Leo leaned down to inspect Tanan's injuries.

"What about that person?" Christine didn't want to say the name that made him inexplicably angry!

"As soon as the trebuchet fired the first salvo, he managed to retreat!" Leo shook his head helplessly: "You should know that the impact point of the trebuchet is difficult to predict, and there will always be a big deviation from the expected value!"

"Unless he is trapped in the chaos army, the retreat is blocked by the crowd!"

"Yes......"

"Well, tomorrow I will lead the troops out of the city to fight him, and you look for an opportunity to burn him to death with the fuel flames of the trebuchet!"

"We'll discuss this later, I don't think it's time for a decisive battle yet! The task now should be to rely on the city wall to give them a lot of damage...... I have sent an emissary to report to His Majesty the King, and reinforcements should arrive as scheduled!"

The necromancer was still amazed at the lump of flesh in his hand: "Yes, this is a scarab beetle from hell, and it has been demonized! Look at it, how strong and beautiful it is!"

Christine angrily swept the man's dry palm: "you, I think it's a-eating shell!"

The minced meat of Husk Lang and Tanan flew out of the crowd under the sweep of Christine!

"You've made a big mistake!" said the necromancer, "We must find it at once, and then kill it!"

"What's so hard about that? I don't believe I can't kill a shell!" Christine shouted, and everyone immediately searched.

The beetle was running down the street on its six legs. The soldiers on either side poked it with spears and swords and slashed at it, but they always allowed it to deftly dodge.

It fluttered its tentacles and giant crows on its head, and from time to time it smelled people.

It seems that this proud scarab beetle is still very picky about the host that will parasitize!

"I'm stepping on it!" one shouted excitedly.

That's Joseph, the warrior who slaughtered pigs and cattle in the market! His power is obvious to all, and even the hard skulls of the undead will be shattered instantly if he steps on it!

"Lift your foot and let's see if it's dead!" Christine snatched the sledgehammer from a nearby warrior, staring at the ground without blinking.

As soon as Joseph lifted his footboard, the scarab beetle immediately flew away again.

Christine's muscular body immediately knocked down the crowd of onlookers in front of him! He swung his sledgehammer and smashed it down, and the large, hard granite slabs on the street turned into splinters!

Christine carefully removed the sledgehammer, and the scarab beetle under the hammer had turned into a pancake. He lifted one of the legs of the pancake with his fingers and began to show off to the people.

"Is this the Shell sent by the Grim Reaper Bellerion to attack us? I wish it was him!"

People couldn't help but laugh, but they still felt terrified after laughing.

It's so hard to kill a shell, if there are thousands of them, then what's the deal?

The necromancer in the Guanwai tribe was respectfully invited into the council chamber by Leo to listen humbly to his advice.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Commander, not only for mercifully letting us outsiders into the city, but also for giving me enough trust as a necromancer!"

"Whoever is an enemy and who is a friend, I believe that my eyes will not be mistaken! I also want to thank you for saving my brother's life in time today!"

"Tanan is a rare hero in the world, he should die on the battlefield in a bloody battle, not at the hands of these hateful bugs!"

"How much do you know about this abominable bug?"

"Undead heroes and wizards make a pact with some kind of creature all their lives, just like witches!" said the necromancer, "they may be rats, they may be poisonous snakes, they may be scorpion centipedes, they may be bats, etc...... This kind of contract creature will depend on its master, life and death......"

"In other words, if you kill this contract creature, you will also kill their parasitic owner?"

"Yes...... But Bellerion is not one of them. No one knows how many abominable creatures he has made a life-and-death pact with him. ”

"If we kill all the scarabs on the Death Judge, do we kill him?"

"Yes...... Don't let any of them go, or he'll be resurrected again!"

"How do you kill these abominable beetles? Tanan's sword didn't hurt much...... We've been busy on the streets for half a day today, but we've only just stoned one to death!"

"Kill them with blazing flames!That's why demon hunters always burn necromancers and witches with blazing fire. ”

"It seems that not only do we have to try to catch the Death Judge, but we also have to make the scarab beetle on his body obediently and let it be slaughtered......" General Leo smiled bitterly, "Today we fired a salvo of dozens of trebuchets, but we didn't hurt him in the slightest!"

"You'll have to put in a lot of hard work, and you'll have to have a chance of success in 1 in 10,000 years!" the necromancer agreed.

"Do you have any good advice for the upcoming battle?"

"I think you can consider retreating! With these tens of thousands of people in your city, you will definitely not be able to resist the attack of the undead army! You have to gather several times their strength to have a better chance of victory!"

"I can't retreat!" Leo sighed, "Behind me is Erathia, once I retreat, the northern part of Erathia will be unsafe......"

"That means that tens of thousands of soldiers will be destroyed along with the city of Shiyan! The army of the undead will increase by tens of thousands of zombies as a result!"

"Do you think that even if we retreat, we will be able to escape the army of the undead in the vast grasslands, and they will kill us like rabbits!"

"Looks like you've made up your mind!"

"Yes, if we are going to die, then let us die bravely, not like deserters! At least that will buy Erathia some precious time to prepare for war!"

"Your Excellency, Commander, it's time to request reinforcements from Standwick Castle!"

"Yes...... Yesterday I sent messengers to Standwick! I hope they get there safely, that's our only hope!" Leo whispered, "The ghost dragons of the undead army have blocked our retreat, and all the scouts and jackdaws I sent out today have been poisoned by them!"

"Then we can only pray to the gods in heaven that they will save the city of Stone Weir from destruction!"

Leo and his generals first visited Tanan. Tanan was still asleep, his whole body shaking from pain and inflammation.

Leo sighed and walked out of the infirmary, patrolling the streets and walls.

After today's defeat, the soldiers are dejected. None of them wanted to speak, just stared blankly at the flames dancing in the campfire.

As the group passed them, the soldiers stood up.

"Rest well, save some energy!" Leo nodded, patting the soldiers on the shoulders from time to time.

He looked with an inquiring gaze at the pitch-black field outside the city, where he could see nothing. But Leo knew that the undead on the other side were not idle.

Christine...... What about Christine?" Leo realized that his old friend Christine was not with him.

"Your Excellency, Commander, he has led his two hundred or so Rangers out of the city!"

"Oh my God, how long has he been there?"

"Go out when it's all dark! He wants me not to tell you yet...... If he doesn't come back at dawn, pour a jug of wine to the north at this time of year to pay tribute to his dead wandering in the dark!"

"I'll curse him, damn bad old man!" Leo yelled, "The warriors of the Leo Knights must always be ready to go out of the city to meet them if necessary!"