The dawn was unnoticeable, not only because the dark clouds had not dispersed after the rain last night, but also because the black smoke that had risen after the burning was in the air.

Smash a head, another one, and then another one and then countless more. The rotten, the dry, the dark, the horrible faces were like nightmares that had not yet ended, even at dawn.

There are more and more undead on the walls, and those who can't be killed with a single sword will leave your sword without a chance to draw it, as they will pounce on it and bite or raise their rusty weapons to slash at the heads of our soldiers.

I've done my best now, not so much because of how hard those undead are to kill, but because there are too many of them to kill. And the front of the soldiers is also retreating step by step under the pressure of the endless undead soldiers, and I don't know how many times the shield wall has been torn down, and how many warriors have filled this gap with their lives.

When the abominations finally split the array of soldiers with their huge guillotines, the undead soldiers who swarmed up instantly rushed over, and the shield wall that was difficult to support collapsed in an instant.

The mage's spells lost their original power in an instant when the undead soldiers blended into the crowd. Spells of mass destruction are no longer suitable for casting, and they can continue to cast spells from the walls and gates, but the undead also know that those are the first to be cleared, and they will attack them first.

Now it's all messed up!

I can't get close to the few lichs not far away, and it's impossible to kill them from a distance. I just want to find Darien and Fire Leaf right now. But looking at the scene of people everywhere and undead everywhere, let alone looking for someone, there are rare opportunities to take a serious look at each other.

After knocking down a few undead, I climbed onto the roof of the house with a crate, crouched behind the chimney, and I looked around, I had never been so troubled when I was fighting with orcs.

Suddenly, a small group of people caught my attention, and it was Abidis! More than a dozen guards surrounded him, and Abidis was dressed in red armor, swinging his sword and slashing at the undead in front of him. This group of guys is still very good at fighting, but a small group like them is also easy to become the target of public criticism.

Sure enough, a spell unleashed by a lich exploded around them, sending a splattering of flames that the knights could not avoid. Following the direction of the fireball, I saw a lich.

It's less than fifty meters apart, which is nothing in normal times, but it's even more difficult to cross an alley and rush into that street to kill it.

First of all, you can't fall off the roof!

After jumping onto the roof next to the house, I chose to pull out my gun. But when I pulled out my gun, I put my musket back and pulled out my bow and arrows.

The arrow hit the lich in the face, but the bow pierced its face without hurting its brain, and I drew another arrow and shot it, only to be blocked by the lich's magical barrier.

It looked at me, and it spotted me! The guy snarled at me and pointed at me for the undead to pounce on me and kill me. But I stood on the roof, and the undead soldiers who tried to climb up were smashed in the head by me like whack-a-moles, but soon they changed their way of treating me and shot arrows at me.

If I hadn't fallen down quickly, I would have been hit by at least four arrows. And when I got up, the lich threw a fireball at me.

The feeling of being hit by magic is actually heavier than hitting me with a stone, and I almost flew up with my arms and sat directly on the roof.

I tried my best to extinguish the flames on my body, and I didn't forget to roll over to the other side of the roof of the house to avoid its attacks.

After extinguishing the flames, I leaned on the roof of the house and looked at the lich's location, and since I couldn't stand head-on, I could only sneak attack, less than twenty meters away, from the time I launched it to the time I rushed over, and then smashed its head directly, estimated that it would take five or six seconds.

Five or six seconds!

I know that five or six seconds is actually the time to blink an eye, but now I feel like five or six seconds is still a bit long.

But seeing that guy is so destructive, that's all I can do!

With a gun in my left hand and a hammer in my right hand, I use my right hand to open the way, my left hand to assassinate, and once I succeed, my right hand replenishes.

Hunched over and groping my way forward from the roof, I felt that the distance was almost up and I jumped up, and everything in front of me was rapidly recorded in my mind, who was where, where I was going to start jumping, where I landed, what would appear below, what would I do if there were undead soldiers at the bottom of me. What will I face after I jump, how to dodge, how to rush, how hard to use. Each step produces a clear picture in my head.

Rushing to the eaves, I shifted my weight sharply and jumped off the roof with all my might. I didn't choose to fly forward, it would take a long time to fly out, I couldn't guarantee myself in the air, and the reaction time after landing would be longer.

So I jumped from the roof with a small stride, and sure enough, there were undead soldiers below, but better than I expected, and a knight was fighting him.

I kicked the undead and it fell down, and I hit it right on top of it. The sound of bones breaking is really crisp!

Rising from the ground, I hunched over and rushed towards the lich, and I didn't want to entangle with the undead soldiers in front of me, but leaned in and knocked it away.

I was two or three meters away from the lich, and the lich saw me, its blue eyes staring at me, its expressionless face stuck in the arrow I had shot in.

Without hesitation, I raised my gun at it, and three black pipes were pointed at its face.

"Bang!"

Flames erupt!

Then came the second shot!

Both bullets hit it in the face. I can see it clearly! The rotten face was shattered by two bullets.

The huge recoil force moved the barrel up, and with a slight pause in the force of my wrist, I had a few tenths of a second to adjust the direction of the muzzle again.

"Bang!"

The third shot was shot out of it, and a huge gap appeared in its head!

I shot three times to rip off a chunk of its head.

Before the smoke of the third shot cleared, I was about to pounce on it, for a second! One second at most! I rushed to it and raised my hammer.

"Smack!" Crisp bone cracking!

When my hammer slammed into its head, its whole head shattered.

Its body fell backwards, and I raised the hammer again and slammed it on the head twice. Seeing its head shattered and its body froze, I snapped back to my senses, and the undead soldier next to me had already reacted.

Without hesitation, he turned around and hit the back with a hammer! The undead soldier was hit in the face and fell straight down.

There was no time to put away the gun at this time, and the grip of the musket became a tool for me to defend and counterattack. I killed him in the direction of Abidis, and I really wanted the paladins around him to see me.

If nothing else, come up and help!

But when I looked at the group for Abydis, I didn't find the red figure. When I fought hard to get to them, I saw the girl in pain holding the man with the impaled abdomen!

Abidis was stabbed with a sword in the left lower abdomen, and he was lying on the ground, while the girl holding him and crying was Brigitte. If you look to the other side, it's not...... Tyran!

This kid's life is quite big!

The paladins were fighting hard to protect the fallen commander behind them, and they probably didn't know the sword, and their dear commander probably wouldn't be alive.

I rushed over and grabbed Brigitte by the shoulder, but the girl was unmoved by me, still calling out to her father, hoping he would hold on, "Don't it!" Take him to safety! Maybe saved! ”

But I know that the blood that comes out of the ground...... There is little chance that he will survive.

At this time, Brigitte's face was crying, and she asked us to take a hand with a crying voice, and when Tyran was still stunned, I reached out and dragged her, "Carry!" Lift! Don't hug! "Two knights came, and the three of them carried the bleeding General Abydis back.

I hurriedly took a hand, not because it was good for Abydis, but because I didn't want the soldiers to see that their commander was not good now.

I couldn't care about it anymore, so I kicked open the door of a house, "Here! Go to the pastor! I shouted to a knight.

"I'm a paladin!" He said.

"Here you go!" I shouted, "Holy Light Spell!" Don't let him die! ”

"I'll look for it!" Tyran said that he was about to go out, and I dragged him back, "Don't go anywhere, protect yourself!" ”

"I'm not afraid!"

"you, you're not afraid!" I sprayed him in the face, "Your father doesn't want you to die here yet!" ”

Although he was a little surprised, he still wanted to go, so I pushed him around, "I'll go and find it, you are here to protect their father and daughter." I glared at him and said viciously.

Rushing out the door, I kept shouting if there was a priest, where the priest was, where the paladin was, but no one responded.

It wasn't at any time that the news of the commander's death spread, and then the soldiers began to retreat continuously, faster.

I didn't roar at them to resist, the roar didn't have the slightest effect at this time, to move forward, I didn't need to shout if I could move forward, and when the morale began to crumble, and the soldiers found that they couldn't stand it, even if they shouted again, it was useless.

The pre-war mobilization did not know whether they did it or not, and I did not know if they knew what it meant to continue to retreat. But now they really have begun to retreat uncontrollably.

One escape will take ten, ten will take a hundred, and a hundred will take thousands! Retreat will trigger a chain effect, and retreat will completely take over the luck in their hearts, allowing fear to destroy the will that was still tight just now.

No more! I can't stand it!

Fireplace Valley is over!