"Ho ho" The two berserkers and Jordan were almost tired, panting without any image, sitting on the ground full of broken corpses, looking at Yang Long, who was also tired and choking, with a complicated face, the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

Thousands of undead above the fourth order, in the successive attacks, caused great pressure to several people. Even with sufficient physical strength, two berserkers and a flame mage could not sustain such a fast-paced attack.

And the three people who were originally physically exhausted by the long-distance rush could not bear such pressure, although the berserker could kill several undead with each blow, and the flame ** master could burn dozens of undead every time he released medium-sized magic, but he still could not avoid being besieged to death.

If it weren't for the terrifying lethality of Yang Long's strength, which gave a few people enough time to react, then it would be these top-level professionals who would become broken corpses, although Francis was indestructible, but if the other people died, the guardian warriors who suffered from the enemy on their backs would not be able to hold out for long.

A super-level powerhouse may not be afraid of thousands of low-level creatures, but if the besieging enemies reach thousands, tens of thousands, or tens of thousands, and in the midst of continuous attacks, if they do not choose to retreat, they will also only have the fate of defeat.

Such an example, in the orc wars of decades ago, has been repeatedly confirmed.

Boom~

When Francis slammed a shield blow and slapped an undead creature that pounced from a distance into a meatloaf, there was not a single undead creature within a hundred meters of the surrounding area for the time being, and the continuous battle made the old soldier a little tired, but he did not sit down like everyone else, but quietly walked to Yang Long's side, and stood and rested with some heavy panting.

After destroying this group of undead creatures, until the pavement between the walls of the academy was no longer in any way, everyone was somewhat relaxed and rested. In a tall building nearly two hundred meters away, there were still more than a dozen students who were stubbornly resisting the undead creatures.

"Help"

"Please, save us!"

"Holy Light, Be Kind"

"Help us, you can do whatever you want, help!"

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Due to the distance, several people were covered in blood and were besieged by dozens of undead creatures, and these students, whose average age was less than fifteen years old, did not recognize the appearance of Yang Long and the others clearly between fighting to the death with the undead creatures.

However, the battle between a few people and hundreds of undead, as well as the battle situation of surrounding a total of thousands of undead creatures one after another, was completely under their eyes, and even most of the undead who besieged these students were attracted to join the battle group, and were finally killed by Yang Long and others.

Seeing such a huge number of undead being slaughtered in a short period of time, these more than ten students were already close to despair, and some hope rose again. However, when they saw that Yang Long and the others had no intention of coming to help, the students became a little anxious and began to shout loudly for help.

"Get up and walk towards the outside of the academy, rest as you go, right away!" frowning and looking at the building that kept shouting, Yang Long gave orders to several subordinates, although he understood that several people were close to prostration, but this place could not continue to stay.

A short break was originally the best choice, several people were more or less injured in the battle, although the top level powerhouse has no possibility of being infected by the plague, but the wound still needs to be bandaged, otherwise it will accelerate the loss of physical strength.

But now the students not far away kept shouting, causing one undead creature after another to hear the sound, and in a short time it had increased from dozens of besieged to more than a hundred, and the number was still rising.

With the existence of such a sound source, when the undead creatures inside the academy spread around, there was a greater possibility that they would chase this side, and maybe they would pose a threat to Yang Long and the others again, and it was unrealistic to go up to rescue the students.

Not to mention that Jordan and the others are almost exhausted, even if they are physically strong, it is really unwise to rescue these students. The rescued students will definitely not obey the command, and they will give birth to such and such variables, Yang Long will naturally not be idle and take the initiative to cause trouble for himself.

After this annihilation battle, Francis and the others gradually agreed with Yang Long, the new master. Hearing Yang Long's words, he didn't say a word, stood up and walked in the direction of the academy city wall, completely ignoring the crowd calling for help behind the opposite side.

Maybe one of them is still a little unbearable, but now he is overwhelmed, and he may die at any time, where can he have the kung fu to ignore others, if he saves a high-level, top-level powerhouse, he can still have a certain help, these low-level students are completely a burden.

But after all, there are still discordant factors, just as Yang Long retracted his gaze from afar, nodded and turned around, and was just about to raise his feet to leave, the corner of his clothes was pulled by a Qianqian Su hand, and when he looked back, he secretly screamed that it was not good.

"Save them, okay?" Bridget's eyes were full of expectation, and she looked at Yang Long fixedly, her tone was unprecedentedly gentle, so that Yang Long couldn't help but get goosebumps, and the hairs on her body stood up.

"Neurotic!" Rolling his eyes, Yang Long pulled out the corner of his clothes that he had been pulling, turned around and prepared to leave. The rest of the people skimmed the two of them, did not stop, and still walked slowly in the direction of the broken city wall.

If it weren't for the special status of this girl, if it was possible for Yang Long to escape from the disaster, he would definitely treat everyone equally, and completely ignore Bridget, who lost her ability to resist due to a mental breakdown, then this girl would have died under the fangs and claws of the undead a long time ago.

Now that this girl herself is in a state of protection, she actually wants him to save other irrelevant people, Yang Long really can't understand this girl's thoughts, maybe this is the so-called magical thinking that only cultists can have with faith.

Seeing Yang Long's completely disdainful reaction, Brigitte felt very depressed in her heart, in her opinion, Yang Long, who already had the Holy Light, should be a devout believer, and every believer with the blessing of the Holy Light would not die without help.

Inexplicably, Bridget only felt a sour nose, a stone blocked in her throat, accompanied by a deep loss and incomprehension, which made the girl almost cry, and her heart was suddenly empty.

Biting his lip and watching Yang Long take steps in the direction of the city wall, a two-meter-long two-handed sword appeared in Bridget's hand, and without even wearing armor, she turned around and rushed in the direction of the student who was calling for help.