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"Mr. Kent, Wake up!" Mephis anxiously called out the name of the man in his arms, the wound on the man's back was too big and deep, the blood was still gushing out, even with a strange stench, and the color was gradually darkening, the pink haired woman tried several times, but she couldn't stop the bleeding.

"Uh... Ahh

"Kent, you're awake, great, quick, healing potion, swallow it......" Mephis unscrewed the bottle containing the potion and brought it to Kent's mouth, carefully feeding it, but the latter couldn't swallow it at all.

For the vast majority of adventurers who are not knowledgeable in medicine, the healing potion is the elixir that can cure all diseases, no matter what kind of injury or illness encountered, whether it is cuts, bruises, burns, dull pains, stinging and swelling pains, the first thing that comes to mind is always to pour a sip of this milky white solution that contains divine power and can significantly heal most of the external and internal injuries, but does not taste too good.

Mephis is undoubtedly one of those people.

Hmm? The style of painting seems a little inappropriate, shouldn't it be affectionate and sad? twist back! twist back!

Looking at Mephis's panicked appearance, Kent felt extremely relieved, because he knew that the goddess in his heart was nervous about himself. This is what my heart desires!Even though life has come to an end and will soon return to the bosom of my Lord, I should be glad about it, right?

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Kent! You ......"

Kent coughed violently, and the blood that had choked his throat was coughed up, but the masochistic act and the miserable appearance of spitting blood from his mouth were always quite frightening, and the goddess was shocked and guilty—but at any rate, she was able to speak.

"I—I don't want to be unable to even say my last words......"

"Hey, dear, don't, don't do that......" Mephis couldn't stop crying.

Kent looked at Mephis's face, his expression was extremely calm, and he was silent for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave the scene in front of him deeply in his soul. Time went at the same steady pace as ever, second by second, and although he knew that this thing had been more upright and selfless than the god of justice since time immemorial, bordering on ruthlessness, Kent desperately wished it could be lenient and go a little slower...... Finally, perhaps perceiving something, Kent tried his best to show a most natural smile, and said softly:

"Uh-ahem...... Ma'am, I would like to say that finally ...... I've shown you my sincerity......"

Mephis was stunned......

Absence......

Go to pieces......

Great mourning......

............

On the other side, the fighting continues.

Frank unleashed several quick and useful secondary spells in quick succession, and although he was unable to create a substantial threat to the monster horde, he managed to arm Viss into an omnipotent superman, and with the latter's clever and concise fighting style, he managed to keep the situation afloat.

Although this situation is not optimistic at all, it seems to be an irreversible absolute disadvantage.

To be honest, in fact, Frank really wanted to wantonly lay a large sea of fire and power grid, and he also believed that those spells were enough to sweep away, but considering that there was a lich waiting for him who did not know the depths, it was better to be cautious in order to avoid encountering spell countermeasures again, although the lich was just standing in the distance and watching the play with his hands (claws) upright, and it seemed that he had no intention of interfering.

Let's see!

Despite his disadvantage, Frank is not too worried, he thinks that his side will eventually win, and he is convinced of this, but... He always felt a little inappropriate, but looking back, he understood.

"Hey, you two, why are you still here? Idiot! Wess is the only one over there! She needs your help more! You should be over there! You don't have to cover me anymore! A gargoyle is a genius!"

"Huh, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Frank realized that the expressions of McCarty and Dirkku were very wrong!

Panic, cowering, distraction, indecision......

"Master Frank, maybe, maybe it's time for us to retreat. Swallowing hard, McCarty said with difficulty, "I mean, we ......," he gestured to himself, Dirkku, and Frank, "the three of us." ”

"Huh, what are you kidding!" Frank's eyes widened.

McCatty smiled wryly, he knew that it would be difficult for people to accept such an offer that would be tantamount to turning their backs on their teammates, not to mention that they had a history and a bad reputation. So, he needed to explain, "Master Frank, do you know what happened to the two assassins who plotted against Miss Mephis and Mr. Kent?"

"I don't know ......"

Frank doesn't know it, but McCarty and Dirk Cuo recognize it at a glance!

Pale complexion, scarlet eyes, sharp fangs, handsome appearance, and a suit of equipment and combat style against the Upper Commander...... Hehe, it's all a sign that those two scumbags are vampires!

And, based on some of the traces they had found before, they could easily connect the two vampires with the stalkers they encountered on the way, and the only misguess was that there were not just one, but two stalkers!

In this way, some reasonable associations can be fully developed -- the enemy has an internal response in the city! the enemy has long known about their arrival! the enemy is fully aware of the itinerary of the troops! the enemy has the details of everyone in the ranks!

Everything is a conspiracy! Everything is design! Everything is a trap!

Otherwise, how could it be explained that a high-ranking priest with such skill and experience as Mr. Tours could have suffered an inexplicable failure in setting up the circle and was seriously injured?

Otherwise, how can the Lich's just right ambush be explained?

Otherwise, how can the two vampires explain the interlocking near-killing plot against Ms. Mephis?

Well, whether these are facts or not, it can only be said that the brains of the black and white bears ...... It's really big.....

"Vampires?"

"That's right, I promise!" McCarty struggled to squeeze out an extraordinarily solemn expression in order to make his remarks as credible as possible, "It's because I'm convinced that they're vampires that I'm even more afraid to be optimistic about the situation." Hey, I know all too well about vampires!"

"So what?" Frank didn't get nervous, apparently disapproving of the so-called vampires, "We'll win!"

His confident appearance gave McCarty a headache.

"Let's put it this way......" McCarty's mood is like a bowl of stuff, you are in a hurry to the point of being in a hurry, and you have to explain in detail to a certain Kuo Shao who can't beat or scold but only knows how to sell cute, "Vampires have many advantages, they are strong, agile, enduring, and amazingly recoverable, they are naturally excellent warriors and assassins, ah! These are not the point, the point is that most of the weapons they use are simmered with poison or curses....."

"I know all of that......," Frank replied with a frown.

"So...... Then we can come to a conclusion that is extremely sad but has to be admitted!" McCarty emphasized, most solemnly, "Mr. Kent...... He probably won't survive...... The sword in the back pierces the heart and lungs, and the sword must carry poison and curses...... For the same reason, the wounded Ms. Mephis must have been hors de combat! and Mr. Tours and Mr. Saphius ...... Alas......"

He shook his head and continued to add in a deep voice: "In this way, there are only four people left who still have combat power......! High-level vampires, undead knights, abominations, ice demons, gargoyles, and an unfathomable lich and a large group of low-level but greatly enhanced undead...... We have no hope of winning! If we continue to do our best, we will only lose our lives!"

Hearing this, Frank laughed angrily, and he scolded: "I know what you mean! Are you asking me to abandon my teammates, even my own sister, and run away in the most shameless and dishonorable way to save my life?"

"That's all there is to it. McCarty persuaded again, "We have no chance of winning!

At the same time, he and Dirkku once again bent their bows and arrows, forcing back one of the gargoyles that had come to harass them.

"No! it's not like that!" Frank shook his head and refused, then calmly cast another round of spells that had been planned for a long time, and after that, he sighed, "Well, I can understand what you think, after all, not everyone has the courage to face a dangerous situation that may put their lives at risk, so you can go, just go, but I ...... Never!"

"We're not afraid of death! We're not cowardly!" McCarty's rough face showed a complicated expression of indignation and helplessness, "It's not boasting, although I really can't help them, but self-preservation is never a problem! Just a group of lame undead creatures? Don't want to keep my brothers!"

"In that case, you should stay rather than retreat! In any case, one more help will give us a better chance of winning, and we all need your help!" Frank persuaded the black and white bear in turn, making the latter stunned for a while.

McCarty shook his head and smiled bitterly, glanced at his partner vaguely, and then patiently said to Frank: "If it were just the two of us, we could freely decide to stay and retreat according to our hearts and circumstances, and I would not have argued with you." But the truth is, you're here, and everything is different! We have to keep you safe, and we promised Mr. Rondon to do it to the death! Getting you out of danger is the right choice to achieve your goal......!

McCarty bowed suddenly.

"Master Frank, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, it's not ......" Frank didn't understand the true meaning of "offense" for a while, and he still had to continue to distinguish, trying to fight the two back, but suddenly a knife was cut in the back of his neck, and suddenly, he lost consciousness as "delicate".

Naturally, it was Dirkku, who received McCarty's hints, and after stuning Frank cleanly, he grabbed the latter's limp body in time, carried it on his shoulder, and then nodded at McCarty. McCarty nodded to his partner as well, but he gave a thumbs up as a gesture of appreciation, and then rummaged through his bag again.

There is no conversation, only subtle eyes and simple movements, and the communication between the two has always been able to maintain this unique tacit understanding.

Without saying anything more, Dirkku turned and sped away, seeing that his speed had not decreased much from carrying Frank. And McAti was still in place, but he already had several more strange bottles in his hand, all of which were unique and improved versions of the fiery glue, which had much less combustion-supporting performance, but had additional explosive power - of course, it was definitely not comparable to the home-made grenade made by Ye Guyun filled with perfectly matched gunpowder. In any case, it can explode, and with exquisite archery, it can be used as an alternative fireball technique.

"Hmph! What an irony! We, who are known for our vile and cunning, are now doing the most loyal and courageous things! Phew! It can only be said that power and status are truly amazing! It can change everything! So the despicable jackal has become a loyal watchdog...... Tut, Miss Weiss, I'm sorry, we have limited ability, we can only save one, and you and your brother can only choose him! In other words, you have to survive on your own! However, this big bundle of fireworks from our old wheat can still play some role! Kind enough, right? But it can only be done so far! In the end, it depends on your own creation whether you live or die! Hey, I hope that the next time we meet, you will not become a pretty plaything in the hands of that perverted lich......

Muttering to himself for a long time, McKati finally made the preparations he had to do, all the improved fiery glue in his bag was tied together, and mixed with a lot of equipment that seemed to work, a huge lump, it seemed that the power was definitely not bad. Gently tossing it, feeling the weight of the large fireworks in his hand, and knowing what to expect, he began to run.

"Miss Weiss!

The large fireworks were thrown into the air, falling quickly and accurately towards the densest position of the monster in front of Viss.

McCarty's body control can only be described as outstanding, and after doing a full-force throwing action, he didn't even need a little adjustment, and quickly took out the bow and arrow on his body. As soon as he took a slight aim, he decisively released the arrow, and then, without looking at the result, turned around and ran away without looking back.

Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to shout out a reminder that he thought he had done his best: "Miss Weiss, run away!