It's still the mouth of the gourd, and at this time this place has been completely stained red with blood.

The carcasses of countless beasts lay on the side of the road. Broken limbs are everywhere.

Chen Le took a deep breath, the battle situation here had reached this point. And, looking at this situation, these guys seem to be really able to hold on.

Floating in the air, Chen Le covered his figure with the undead element, and then appeared in the sky above the mouth of the gourd.

"Hurry up! those flying beasts are about to attack!" As soon as he reached the sky, Chen Le heard those already hoarse throats screaming desperately.

"Archers, magicians, what the hell are you attacking, hurry up, get those flying monsters down for me!"

"Captain, no! the archers don't have any more bows and arrows. The only mage on our team fainted from overusing magic!"

"What! So we can't do anything about the beasts in the sky?" the voice was trilling, and it was clear that this kind of enemy who could not be beaten was the most annoying. Moreover, the lethality of these unbeatable enemies is not small, and they can cast low-level magic in the sky and bombard those mercenaries on the ground.

"Captain, let's go down. Really, our brothers are dying. Brother Priest is now seriously overdrawn in his mental strength. ”

It's not just a threat from heaven. Although this is only a gourd mouth, the enemies that can enter are very limited. But the beasts were like machines that were not afraid to die, howling and charging, fearless of whatever lay ahead.

A epee warrior stuck his sword into the ground, and he howled, and there was nothing but reluctance in this howl. The epee warrior, that is, the captain, was silent for a few seconds and said helplessly: "All retreat!"

These mercenaries, who were still fighting bloodily, finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard what their captain said.

"Hurry up! And also. Hurry up and hold on to the priest brothers, they can't go. The rest of the people cover up and wait for the brothers of the other teams to take over our defense!" The captain commanded in an orderly manner, and now that he had decided to retreat, it was necessary to retreat at the lowest cost.

"Yes!" the warriors consciously organized their defenses, close to their companions, and stared at the tidal beast beyond the mouth of the gourd.

In the cave at the bottom of this gourd mouth, the eighth-level thief now had a blue face.

Now they've been defending for almost a day.

Now not only is there a lack of food, but the wounded companions are still wailing on the ground because they have no medicine.

And that's not even the worst of it.

The important thing is that now the morale of the entire team has entered a freezing point.

Now they haven't escaped because they can't.

"Commander, the second team can't hold on anymore. They have already retreated from the front. A thief reported to the Rank 8 Thief Leader. Although this is just a simple message, this message contains a very complex feeling.

"Can't hold on? Looks like it's not going to be good. "In order to maximize the time of defense, this mercenary group uses turns to defend.

In other words, this mercenary group defense is a team to defend, and a team to rest and so on.

"Which teams can fight?" If one team retires, then naturally there will be other teams to fill the void.

"The only ones who can fight are a small team. But they're on top of this cave right now, and if they're allowed to defend the front, then our position will be hit hard by those flying beasts. "It's a two-sided tragedy, as it happens. The hole above could actually accommodate the entry of wild beasts. In other words, if you abandon the hole above, then other flying beasts can fly in through this hole. And then there were wounded everywhere here.

The hole above must not be abandoned! This is something that every member of the mercenary group knows.

"So be it. Take a look at who from the other teams can fight, and let those who can fight form a team on an improvised basis. "There is no way. Although the combat effectiveness of the improvised contingent is not high. But now there is no way for them to adapt to their partner.

"I see. "It's the best thing to do right now, hold on, hold on. If one team can't hold on, switch to another.

If neither team can hold on, pick out those who can hold out.

"Oh no! Commander! The hole above has been breached! The captain of the team has been killed, and the others have been wounded!" The entrance to the cave was breached, which means that his chrysanthemum is not guaranteed.

Because this news was not covered up at all, the other mercenaries knew about it.

"We're done!" the despair came over the faces of these mercenaries, once upon a time. They still have that kind of expression on their faces that they are not afraid of heaven and earth.

However, now they have nothing but despair, and even some of the overzealous mercenaries have raised their weapons and aimed them at themselves.

"No, old John, don't do that!" a young priest hurriedly stopped the bearded warrior.

"Little Johnny, don't stop me. Old John burst into tears, and anyone could see in his eyes his will to die.

"Old John, why do you bother, if we hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, maybe we'll be alive, won't we?" said little Johnny excitedly, though he also thought it was unlikely.

"Johnny. Listen, boy, if you can't take it anymore, then you can find a knife and wipe it on your neck, and remember, you must wipe the right side, or this knife will not kill you!" said Old John frantically and loudly.

"I don't want to die in the end, to be bitten to death by these beasts!" After saying this, Old John directly picked up his sword and put it on the right side of his neck.

"Sorry, old man, I didn't expect my last life to fall under your blade. Old John left a drop of crystal clear water in the corner of his eye.

The other mercenaries around him were silent, and some of them were also wondering whether they should follow in Old John's footsteps.

After all, it was so horrible to die in the mouths of these beasts, and they didn't want to use this way of death as the last song of their lives.

"Wait a minute, give me a knife, thank you. A seriously wounded soldier smiled wryly at his companion next to him, having broken a hand and a foot.

"No, you're killing yourself!" said the companion, who didn't know what was crazy in his head.

"Please, brother! I'd rather die at your hands than at the hands of those damned brutes!" cried the badly wounded, who screamed there as if he had gone mad.

"You want me to be the one who killed my own brother? No! I can't do that!"

"Don't you owe me a life? Now I'm going to ask you to give him to me! Kill me! This one life is two!" There was no way, this seriously wounded man could only do this.

"What! brother, you can't do this!" However, the warrior was also dumbfounded, he never imagined that his brother's will to die was so strong, and even if he didn't kill him, he would use this thing to blackmail himself.

"Hurry, hurry, just a knife!" the seriously wounded man's face turned happy.

Instead of living a lifetime with broken hands and feet, then he might as well die and go to that world without troubles. (If he had known that he was going to the realm of the undead, he probably wouldn't have thought so.) ）

"Tell me, brother! It's not true! It's not true!" the warrior felt like he was going crazy, and he didn't know what he was supposed to do now.

"Come on, coward, kill me, do you want to be a coward!" the wounded man, looking at the warrior's hesitation, knew he should add fuel to the fire.

"Ah!! don't push me! don't push me!" the warrior had already pulled out his weapon, and he groped his head with his left hand in pain.

"That's it!Hurry up!Kill me!" the wounded man bewitched.

Suddenly, an icy voice rang out from the sky.

"Do you want to live?" The voice sounded, and the breached hole was sealed in ice. Suddenly, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped by several degrees.

"Who are you?" the eighth-level thief looked around with a horrified expression. He didn't feel any breath, which meant that the owner of this voice was much more powerful than himself.

"It doesn't matter who I am. If you really want to know, I'd rather you call me a demon. "The voice is lazy, but the voice is young.

"Demons? Okay, demons, we want to live. "Nobody doesn't want to live, and if they can see the hope of being alive when they come to a certain situation, then they will cling to that hope.

"What about the others? Do you want to live?" the voice continued to ring around.

The other mercenaries have expressed their desire to live.

"I want to die! I have no hands or feet! I am a drag to live!" the seriously wounded man said in a different voice.

"No, no, no, I have a way to get your hands and feet back into your body. The demon's voice sounded in the mind of the seriously wounded.

"What!" the seriously wounded were shocked.

"I don't want much, if you are willing to give your souls. Then you will be able to live. (To be continued.) )