In the dense forest shrouded in darkness, dozens of black shadows rushed out, and pounced on the scattered crowd with a hairy howl. If these Knights of Light had stayed together, leaning on each other and taking care of each other, there might have been a glimmer of life, and now they are just meat on the chopping block.

With a dozen or so loyal guards around the Grand Lord Ferdin, the unknown creatures apparently spotted the group of people who were stuck in place, and several of them took an interest in them, swooping down on them through the chaotic crowd.

The guards stabbed with their spears, hoping to pierce the attacking enemy, but it backfired. This might have worked if they had a real spear in their hands, but their "weapon" was nothing more than a simple wooden spear made from a thick tree trunk.

The wooden spear snapped. Obviously, this kind of emergency will not be able to stop the fierce enemy. Before they could see what they were doing, several people were thrown to the ground.

Ahh

Poof! Blood gushed and splattered all over the clothes of the people around them, and the people who were knocked down were bitten in the throat on the spot. It was only by the light of the torches that people could see that it was a "wolf" - or a "thing" that looked like a wolf that attacked them.

Furding shouted angrily: "Filthy ugly monsters, go to death!" The sword fell in his hand, and two "wolves" who were gnawing at their prey were cut off their huge heads one after another. The few remaining saw that the group was not easy to mess with, and with sticky saliva, they protestantly bared their fangs and turned to other prey that were easier to get their hands on.

Ferding kicked the head on the ground, and rancid liquid flowed out of it. The head was enormous, full of rotting wounds, and in some places even bones were exposed, and even more erect that the "head" had two heads, one a wolf, the other a wild boar, a bear, or a tiger—unrecognizable, and seemed to be a mixture of many animals.

Fording took the torch from his men and illuminated the two monster corpses on the ground, their bodies equally rotting and varied—like wolves and like something else, one of which had a claw that was actually a human foot. After seeing the appearance of these things clearly, these knights, who were accustomed to seeing blood and blood, couldn't help but retch.

"See what's useful around you, follow me!" Rao is scene was extremely chaotic, and Fordin's tone was still very calm, which calmed down the panic in everyone's hearts a lot.

Fortunately, many of the knights who entered the forest earlier died here, so there were a lot of weapons scattered around, and Ferding gathered the knights around him, and finally gathered dozens of people. With real weapons in their hands, they finally have a little bottom in their hearts. Following the High Lord Ferdin, they chased them out in the direction they had come.

Fordin's strategy is simple, or rather no strategy. Now that the situation was in chaos, most of the remaining more than a thousand people of the entire knight order were scattering and fleeing for their lives, and behind them was a herd of monsters pursuing Ouroboros. What Fording plans to do is to lead his subordinates to chase after the group of monsters, concentrating on breaking them one by one, hoping to finally save the members of the Knights as much as possible.

It's a hunt. After being infected with the plague, these monsters did not know what kind of slaughter they went through to finally become what they are now, but one thing is certain - they have retained the cooperative nature of the wolves. More than a thousand well-trained knights, driven by fear, were driven through the forest like frightened elks. Occasionally, a few fish that slipped through the net "ran in the wrong direction" and ran out of the encirclement, and the monsters on the periphery would drive them back.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the time to close the net is approaching. The sound of the rushing water approached, and after a trembling march through the forest for half the night, the knights were driven back to the river in an instant. These monsters have a good plan, surround their prey to the river, leaving a retreat route, and keep alive so that they can hunt as much as they want, and only want to chase that glimmer of life.

It's just that it doesn't work today, because the river is almost filled with corpses, and there is a steady stream of walking corpses on the other side of the river stepping on the bodies of their own kind. There are corpses in front and monsters in the back, and neither side is easy. Despair, only despair remained in the hearts of the knights. Someone has already begun to pray, for themselves and for their families.

The moonlight illuminated the ugly and terrifying faces, and the hordes of monsters slowly approached, roaring in unison, wary of the prey's deathly blow. In the river, the slow-moving corpses grunted disgustingly in their throats, and the thirst for raw meat drove them to rush to the shore.

In the forest, Ferding had just arrived with the gathered men, and it took him half a day to gather less than a hundred people. The moonlight illuminated the scene outside the forest clearly, and at a cursory glance there were about three hundred monsters of all kinds, and with their people and the unarmed knights on the shore, it was completely delusional to defeat these monsters.

As soon as Ferding raised his hand, he motioned for his subordinates to stop in their tracks. This scene repeats itself, when he was on the mountain of resentment, he had to watch Renault die for the sake of the Knights, and now he had to watch his men slaughtered.

The monsters suddenly roared in unison, and then they all lunged down viciously at the knights who were huddled on the shore. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were torn to pieces, and although these monsters also ate, they ate very little, and it seemed that tearing apart their prey was their ultimate goal. The frightened crowd panicked, and many jumped into the river to try their luck, and almost instantly they were eaten clean by the walking corpses in the river.

Fordin's eyes turned blood-red, and he bit his lip so hard that blood flowed.

There was always a voice roaring in my head: Rush forward and meet your glorious moment!

Another voice said coldly: They are no longer saved, you have your own duty, keep the last spark for the Knights.

Fording closed his eyes tightly, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. The subordinates around him kept urging, hoping to go and rescue their comrades. Ferdin, glancing at the captain of his personal guard, a fairly trustworthy knight, said, "As the captain, I can't just leave. You withdraw with half of your men and keep the fire for our Knights of Light. The captain of the guard was about to protest, but Fording said sternly. "No objections, this is an order. ”

Fordin personally selected the knights who had already started a family and left descendants to join the death squad.

"The light is above!" Fordin ordered.

When the knights heard the order, it was like a shot in the arm, and their right hands were raised to their chests in a fist and saluted.

"Charge with me and cleanse the evil!"

This will be their last glory and the most glorious moment.

The rest of the people watched the tragic charge of these twenty or thirty people, and with such a small number of people, the momentum was like a landslide and the earth cracked, and even the earth was trembling. The trembling became more and more intense, and it was impossible to stand!

Boom! Before Furding could lead the men out of the woods, he saw the ground between them and the monster herd rise sharply, and then a stealing behemoth dug out of the ground.

A large yellow-green bug emerges from the ground and roars in the sky, asserting its authority to everyone!