The situation on Sireth's side became more and more chaotic, and she saw a man not far away being knocked on his back by an arrow in the chest, and the girl who was in his group cried and grabbed his arm, and then another arrow followed up and shot the girl in the left shoulder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this, someone tried to rely on firing several quick arrows in a row to support his partner, but immediately a denser number of arrows struck the man's hiding place, and he could only shrink back behind the barely accommodating dead tree.

For a moment, the smell of blood was steaming in the air, and the cries and curses were continuous, while the enemy approached as the crowd was unable to move by relying on a suppressive attack.

Sirris's pupils kept shrinking. She had a hunch that the peregrine falcons were going to sweep through the dead woods and slice their white blades into the bodies of their compatriots.

Now, will they be able to fight the enemy?

It seems that the two sides are equal in numbers, and the compatriots have planted many traps around them, but even if the traps thwart individual enemies, they cannot change the fact that this is an improvised patchwork of men and women, with a great age difference between the members. Compared with their wolf-like opponents, they are as delicate as elk, and they have almost no strength to engage in close combat, so they can only fight for their lives!

"What should I do?"

Silreth looked at Rireth with a pleading expression. Lirizzi, however, remained silent. She couldn't help but reach out and grab Rirex's shoulders, shaking the wizard to force him to open his eyes.

With a deep tiredness in his rare purple eyes, he looked at the insane Syris and replied slowly, "As I said, don't act rashly. ”

"Is this the price they pay for not heeding advice?" asked Syrith in a trembling voice.

"It's a sacrifice necessary for victory......" Lirezi slowly closed his eyes again.

Silreth looked at the wizard in front of her for a moment, and finally understood the deep meaning of Rirez's words. He first used the cunning and fox-like methods of his companions to attract the enemy to chase after him, and then left six people as bait to stimulate the blood on both sides. Now, he had to numb the nerves of his enemies with the delicate resistance of his companions, so that Riadrin's party could carry out the surprise attack without a hitch.

By the way, the blood that flowed from here would also inspire the raiders to fight, making their attacks more determined and deadly.

"You're so cold!"

Silreth thought of the little girl they had sacrificed again, and now it seemed that this incident might have been planned by the wizard in front of him - what he did was indeed all about victory, is this what some people say, "great good and no small evil"?

Silreth shoved Rirez's shoulders and knocked the wizard against the trunk of a tree behind her. Then, she grabbed the weapon in her hand, ready to leave behind this bastard who only knew success or failure, and regarded life as a mustard, to help her compatriots. However, as soon as Syrisfu moved, Rierrich reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don't leave the area I've painted. Lirizzi's voice grew hoarse, and the unpleasant coughing sound began to spill down his throat.

"So we should just stay where we are and die?" Celes replied sarcastically.

Lirezzi seemed to be thoroughly stimulated by her words, and he covered his mouth with his other hand, and his whole body trembled in a burst of coughing and wheezing.

It wasn't until the coughing and wheezing had subsided that Sirreth noticed a faint froth of blood on Rirez's lips, and it wasn't until she saw Rirez's embarrassed appearance that Sirreth remembered that the wizard had been asleep until this morning......

"The wizards around Drogris are hiding in that group. Lirezi sighed and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips. The mud on his hands immediately hid his weakness.

"If you leave the area I painted, you will be discovered by him, and then you will be attacked by illusions. Lirezi reminded again.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Silrith glanced up and saw a figure in a black witch robe among the approaching enemies. At first glance, she immediately recognized the man as the bald wizard who had been in the village for a while. At this moment, the wizard was still holding a woman in his hand—the last of the six of his fellow citizens to live.

Hilres didn't know what the bald wizard had done to her. At this moment, there was a faint blood and tears in her eyes, and she was like a shield in front of the wizard, leading him slowly towards her own people.

Suddenly, the girl's name was called, and Silreth turned her gaze to see a young man who had lost his mind running away from the place that Lirizzi had drawn. He clung to the dead trees, trying to wake the girl to her senses with a close cry, but suddenly, the man's very agile skills froze. Silreth watched as he reached for the short sword hanging from his waist and slashed his own throat in one fell swoop.

"Oh my God. ”

Seeing the man spurting blood from his neck and slumping to the ground, many people realized that Rirez's warning was not a joke, and Siris finally realized that Rirexy was dragging her all for her good......

Finally, the inevitable close combat was staged in the front row.

In the battle of flesh and blood, the gender of men and women no longer seems to matter, and what is useful is to rely on instinct to use everything around and at hand, and even one's own body as a weapon—the wooden spear that failed to hit the enemy's head is dragged down and stabbed into the abdomen of the enemy who is accidentally hung upside down by a rope; when the other companions are attacked, a woman who does not even have a knife pounces on him and bites the other's neck. Until her back was sliced open, she still clung to her enemy like a demon......

Elk or may it be possible to attack jackals? Yes, when they go into a frenzy.

Madness raged through the crowd like a vicious disease, forcing everyone engaged in the battle to thwart the enemy's advance at the risk of their lives, while Rireth simply closed his eyes to his surroundings. No one noticed that he had cut his wrist, because the blood that flowed out of it disappeared into the air like smoke and dust, and this was the madness factor.

Unfortunately, this madness could not change the nightingale's decline in essence, and their blood was spilled more and more, while the enemy was steadily advancing forward, gradually driving everyone into the abyss of despair.

Suddenly, Rireth looked up, his gaze skimming over the witch who had used the woman as a shield to the autumn-scented woods ahead.

After a moment, the bald wizard looked behind him with a stunned look on his face, and he dragged the woman to turn around directly, only to see a faint figure flash in the forest in front of him, which was naturally opposite to the dead woods, and then a sound of arrows off the string sounded from behind the peregrine falcon.