"Give him to me. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Cross couldn't hide the tremor in his voice. He hugged Lirizzi from Syrrith as if he had taken a piece of porcelain, and then, despite Silris's surprised look, probed the temperature on Ririzzi's forehead with his mouth.

Lirizi's condition was extremely uncertain, he was not as hot as he had been when he fainted last time, and the temperature on his forehead was a little cooler than usual. In fact, not only was his forehead slightly cold, but the little wizard was cold, and his heart was fast and weak. This condition left Cross flustered, and he remembered that a similar situation had happened to the doctor, when Lanzat had lost consciousness from excessive bleeding, his skin was clammy and short of breath, and he finally stopped breathing.

"Is he hurt somewhere?" Kross asked.

"No......" Silreth shook her head uncertainly.

"How could that be?" Cross warmed each of Rirez's fingers with his palm, rubbing his arm in an attempt to regain the sudden loss of heat. Suddenly, an unusual touch startled Cross, and he hurriedly moved Rirez's arm to his eyes, only to see a glaring cut on Rirez's wrist, and the blood-stained mud was blocking it, barely stopping the bleeding.

Such a wound was obviously deliberate on the part of Lirezi, but it was impossible for him to cut himself for no reason?

"You madman!" Kross cursed suddenly. He recalled the moment when the two men had made a contract. At that time, Rirzy allowed himself to break his index finger in order to cast a spell with blood. This time, I'm afraid he was also cruel to himself in order to perform some witchcraft. The question is, how much blood did he bleed? Does his body take it, does it get infected?

Cross felt like he couldn't think about it any longer.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Silris, bewildered.

Cross was about to reply, when someone shouted not far away, "Get out of here!"

Immediately afterward, the two saw a large number of stone bullets flying in the sky. They smashed like meteors into the unsheltered dead woods. Most of the stone bullets fell to the ground and splashed a cloud of mud, but there were also unfortunate guys who were directly hit by the stone bullets, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

"What is this?" Cross adjusted his stance as he hugged Rirez, then suddenly stood up from the half-squat.

"It's a ballista!" Syris scrambled to her feet.

"Drogris's successors are coming up!

At this moment, Liadlin and Ola rushed over, and the two of them were stunned to see Lirezzi fainting in Cross's arms.

He cut his hand. Cross said in a trembling voice.

"I don't have anything at hand!" he looked at the mage in front of him with a pleading look in his eyes.

Riadlin seemed to have anticipated the sacrifice of the young wizard, and he sighed as he took a flask from his pocket, and then washed up the cut with the precious wound medicine without hesitation. It wasn't until the entire bottle of potion had been poured out like water that Rirez's wrist showed a pale complexion, and Ola immediately picked it up and bandaged it with a piece of clothing lining.

"Let's go!" the ballista over there will be another bomb in a moment!" Liadlin shouted again, looking up at the crowd.

The two teams that had just blocked the first wave of the Peregrine Falcon's attack had no time to clean up the battlefield and bury the dead, so they had to support each other and retreat to the next place. Some were reluctant to abandon the bodies of their relatives and friends, but another round of stone projectiles fired by the peregrine falcon soon caught up. There was a loud noise and mud splashing in the dead woods. Unable to rely on the bald trees to shelter themselves, the crowd had to hide from the stinking stains that struck the eyes. Immediately afterward, another group of enemies faintly appeared in the sight of some people.

"Hurry up, leave the dead alone!" Liadlin turned back to urge the crowd behind him, Ola's shoulder resting on the armpit of one of the wounded, but there were still people who were desperately wasting their strength.

"Do you hear me, don't bring corpses!Don't force me to kill!" Seeing that there were still people doing stupid things that didn't kill her, Silreth finally gave the most cruel order.

With this cruel remark, the psychological burden of everyone and the unnecessary sense of responsibility were completely disintegrated. The desire for life and the fear of death led a group of people to finally leave their soulless shells behind and let them become part of the dead woods.

"Why...... Come back?"

Just as Cross was holding Lirezzi in his hands and following the group to evacuate, he suddenly heard a faint question from the bottom of his heart. He looked down again at the guy he had made up his mind to accompany to the end, only to see that Rirez's brows were furrowed, and his whole body was trembling lightly because of the short breathing, which was also one of the symptoms of excessive blood loss.

"I went to see the doctor and told him that I would come with you, and he said he had no opinion. Cross lifted Lirezzi up so that he could hear his own whisper, and his answer was not at all correct, and Lirezzi did not respond.

"I told you you did it yourself, didn't you?" Cross laughed to himself.

"Me too......" he tried to pick up the pace again.

At this moment, only these two interdependent people know how depressed their hearts are, but what about the two of them? Everyone only has the strength to take away the wounded, and what will happen to those who are forced to be left behind? Will they be divided and dismembered as before? Everyone has no time to think and dare not think about it.

Run, run, now their mission is to escape!

The next part of the way to the trap belt became heavier and more difficult to navigate, but fortunately, the Peregrine Falcon's follow-up force did not do their best to drive away the already exhausted crowd, and they were able to retreat from the dead woods into Nightingale's last line of defense at very little cost.

At this time, the twenty or so men under the command of the Shattered Star Arrow were still on track, and when the two teams of Silreth and Riadlin joined the third group, they were adding the last batch of floating dirt to several pits.

The group looked up and saw that there were many more familiar faces in the returning crowd, and half of them were embarrassed as if they had been buried alive, and they didn't know how to react for a moment.

"We ate the vanguard of nearly sixty of the opposing side, and killed their wizards! Liadlin shouted.

"Troglis's team with ballistas is now biting behind us, are you ready?"

As soon as Liadlin's words fell, Cross suddenly glanced at Lirezzi with some feeling. The little wizard clenched his fists tightly and passed the words into his heart.

"Hold on until dark!" he shouted to the crowd.