The ignorance and touching of guarding the past, for these strong people whose hearts have withered, is to protect the last bit of pure land in the depths of their hearts. Unless this Pure Land is defiled by betrayal, they are willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives and dignity, for it.

Williams is like this, Yang Long is like this, and thousands of strong people are like this.

However, the difference is that Yang Long's Pure Land has been buried deep in the old butcher's heart because of the death of the carrier, and even he himself cannot detect it again.

At the same time, Yang Long's withered heart has become more and more indifferent and ruthless because he has lost his sustenance and safe haven. Now, even if someone dedicates his sincere feelings to him, he can't make his long-dead heart beat violently anymore.

And Williams's Pure Land has always been cherished and guarded by him. That's why Williams, who has reached the twelfth rank in strength and is easy to get battle merit points and knighthoods to establish a family, has been accompanying Loren Grovee like a bodyguard for decades.

"Whoa" gritted his teeth and panted, Williams wasted a lot of strength to resist the idea of wanting to take out his weapon and fight to the death, and he must not let Loren Grofe die so easily because of his own impulsiveness.

Looking at the chaotic family army and the approaching undead disaster, Williams took a deep breath and said to the more than twenty professionals on this side of the quagmire: "Leave immediately!"

Holding Loren Grofe on his shoulder, Williams didn't say anything more, and ran towards the Grofe family's territory with his legs. As for how the others behind him choose, it is not in his consideration at all.

Even if it is Loren Grovei's cherished son, Williams does not take it to heart, and his friendly attitude towards Yang Long on weekdays is only because of the bond of friends.

If Loren Grovee dies like this, then there will be no connection between Williams and the heir to the Grovee family. After all, he was only a friend of Loren Grovefi alone, not a follower of the Grovee family.

In the eyes of the more than twenty followers of the Grofe family, Williams was nothing more than a powerful henchman of the patriarch, and he did not have the power to command them.

Among the more than 20 people who survived, most of them had tenth-order strength, and even there were several eleventh-order powerhouses, and Williams, who was at the bottom of the twelfth-order rank, couldn't make them obey orders so obediently.

Moreover, the followers are not dead soldiers, and the relationship with the Griffi family is, to put it bluntly, a relatively strong employment relationship. On weekdays, they also have the strong background of the Griffy family, which makes them afraid that they will have to be banned.

But the current chaos, especially when Loren Grove can't live, it is not so easy for these professionals to continue to serve their lives. Hearing Williams's words, the reaction is also different.

Some want to turn back and save their comrades who are stuck in the quagmire, some want to face the approaching undead creatures, some realize that the situation is not right and try to incite the rest of the people to change their course, and some people sit on the ground in despair, ignoring the others and seemingly accepting their fate.

Only Yang Long, Francis, Jordan, and the two Rank 10 warriors chose to continue to follow Williams and run towards the Grove family's territory. The five of them ran quickly without saying a word, and finally turned into a fork in the road after dozens of seconds, entering a branch of the road that was only more than ten meters wide.

"Yikes"

"Kill!"

"Run, run!"

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After entering this road, which is narrower than the hundred-meter-wide avenue, the buildings obscured the sight of several people, and only various slashing and screaming sounds could be faintly heard, and it was obvious that the group of people behind had already faced the undead natural disaster.

After the five of them had run almost two hundred meters away, there was no loud noise except for the occasional screams in the surrounding buildings and the howling of the undead.

Hardly I saw how many undead creatures were cut down, pouring into this fork in the road like flowing water, except for a few undead creatures entering the buildings on both sides of the road, the large army was still hanging behind the five people, with a posture of not stopping without killing a few people.

Bang ~ bang ~ bang

In the sound of heavy footsteps, the huge Roshan-type undead creature also entered this fork in the road from the giant passage, chasing after several people without any sense of stagnation, and each step could take a distance of more than twenty meters.

The other undead creatures seemed to be barely damaged due to their numbers, and this huge mountain of Roshan finally had a few different appearances than it had been a few minutes ago.

Under the left shoulder of the huge body, a huge scratch appeared more than ten meters long, and the hard gray-white skin grass turned up on both sides, revealing the greenish-yellow unknown tendons under the skin, this huge scratch was almost more than two meters deep, and the dark green liquid continued to drip as Roshan walked.

Except for this scar, which was obviously caused by a heavy weapon, other parts of Roshan showed scars of different sizes and lengths, and it was obvious that Roshan had suffered multiple powerful attacks, and other parts were even more in shambles.

The freezing, fire, and Olympiad wounds caused by magic can be seen in all parts of Roshan, and some places have even been blown up by magic, and various types of arrows seem to be embellished, inserted into the relatively intact skin of Roshan's body.

The giant Roshan, which originally looked extremely terrifying, was now missing two arms, half of its abdomen had been blown open, and the six huge ribs on its stomach, seven or eight meters long, had also broken in half, and only the ugly head was intact.

Thassarian stood expressionlessly on Roshan's shoulder, the black armor on his body without any traces of battle, each holding a large sword that Yang Long had seen once a few years ago in the palms of his hands, and his cold gaze was locked on Loran Grofe's body.

The speed of the professional is much faster than that of the war horse, but running at high speed will quickly cause the physical strength to be lost, and the physical strength of the undead seems to never be exhausted, and the actual distance to the territory of the Grove family is at least five or six kilometers, and if it continues like this, it will be caught up sooner or later.

Williams' face was gloomy and his eyes flickered, and when he ran for a few minutes again, the distance between him and the undead was about three hundred meters, and he suddenly stopped running, and Francis in the back almost couldn't stop his foot and hit him.

"I don't want to run away anymore, let's go!" Handing the unconscious Loren Grovee to Francis, Williams said categorically, turning around and slowly walking towards the army of the undead.